Rotten Cherries (Sadistic)

[Concieved D'maggio]

The night was cold and damp as ever out in New York tonight. The police squad cars blaring down the dark street as loud as banshees.
Concieved awoke as always. Grumpy, irritable, and a little hungover from the night before. "Life as an artist" he liked to say.
He sat up in his dark cold bedroom trying to find a shirt that was halfway decent to wear. He picked up a Gojira T that wasn't fully trashed and pulled up and over himself.

Concieved grabbed his bass guitar case and slipped out of his apartment door making his way down the stairs as quickly and silently as he could, and as always the door to his landlords room burst open.

"Rent!!"Yelled the old fat man in nothing but sweat pants and an old dingy bath robe.
"I just love how cliche you are Mr. Miller. Are all the apartment landlords like you? are is this just a middle aged thing?" Concieved said as politely as he could.
"A fucking wise guy huh? out all damn night, in all day long. I know whats going on here . . . Your a damn drug dealer i know this for a fact!"
" Yes sir great guess. Would you like a 20 sack or a teener. It's all up to you really." Concieved said as he waltzed out the door.

He stepped out into the busy night air admiring the bitter sweet beauty of it all. Concieved pulled out his cell phone and checked the message he received earlier that day as he rested.
Paulo's bar and grill. 11:00pm. Don't be late this time Cony boy.
Con activated his gps on his phone and found the place was at least 30 miles east of where he is.
Its either a taxi and all the traffic, or the rooftops and god knows what? He thought to himself.
Rooftops it was.

With his case tucked neatly to his hip with an arm across it he set off to the bar.

[Sadistic Nightmare]

God, why did she continuously come to these cities she so despised? London, New York...they were all the same. Different streets, different buildings, but the people....the people were all the same. Busy and boring. Briskly walking down streets, chattering on cell phones, crowding bars and clubs and accomplishing essentially nothing with their lowlife, pathetic, human lives.

And then there were the damn wolves - horrid smelly things - and the vampires who preferred to blend and co-exist. God she missed Sevanni. Together they would have ripped the city apart and left it to rot.

And laughed about it. Gloated. Basked in their own darkness. But then, that's why she was here. Of course, Sevanni wouldn't be here. He hated New York. It was a long shot - but he had to be SOMEWHERE after all. If she didn't find him here, she'd move on to the next city and the next. Causing just enough chaos to trigger his attention. Then he'd come and they'd be together again. And they would rule once more.

Emiste leaned forward over the concrete wall that ran around the rooftop. Wouldn't she scare a human or two if she jumped off and landed on her feet - walking away like she hadn't just stepped off a hundred story building? She mouth twitched into a half grin. Stupid humans.

She watched them pass by way below her. Picking over some and quickly passing over others. Not just anyone would do. Her doll for the night had to be special - in one way or another. She scanned the heads and bodies and listened briefly to their words. A whore here, a drug dealer there, a virgin looking to lose it. Boring -- she'd had them all before. No what she was looking for was....

Someone was on her roof. She knew it the second they stepped one foot onto the terrace. Her eyes narrowed as she straightened from the wall. Not human by smell. Not wolf. Vampire. She leaned casually to the side, propping herself up on the concrete rim of the roof.

"Who is it?" she snapped. "And before you come closer, tell me, do you like games? Or are you a human-lover?" She had no patience to deal with those goody two shoe vamps tonight. If someone was to disturb her now, they'd better be ready to hunt and play. And they'd better be good - she had no time to babysit.

[Concieved D'maggio]

"Son of a Bitch." Concieved said under his breath. He was sure she could hear him, she smelt of fresh blood. He stood silently, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He had been through this again and again, stumbling upon another vampire by accident.

He laid his case down and stood his ground.
"I not really in the mood for games right now at the moment. Got somewhere to go and I'm in a hurry. You one of those Night walkers that hate music too? Because that would be a terrible shame."

He smiled in the darkness and bent back over to grab his case slowly.
The last damn thing you need right now is a fight anyway . . . so why do I feel so damn cocky
He took a small step in the direction he was already going, making sure not to startle her.

"But if your a music fan, my band is playing a show tonight. You could follow and have a good time. Lots of idiot humans for the picking if you ask me."
He smiled at the thought of some fresh blood after the show. The teen human girls with nothing in they're life worth living in the first place, and some who had everything to live for. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was just a part of life.

He held out his hand and urged her forward.
"What's it going to be cutie? Wanna come along, or just chase me around like most do. Either way I'm going to get to this gig rather either of us like it or not."
Good one Con . . . just make it even worse
He gave her one more grin and continued on, this time at a walking pace.

[Sadistic Nightmare]

Emi had one hand lightly rested on the edge of the wall, trailed on long black painted nail across the concrete. She considered him a moment as he spoke.

"Pity you don't have time for games." She nearly pouted. She glanced over her shoulder, her sleek white neck extending to allow her a view of the street once more. Still no one interesting piquing her interest.
Emiste slowly turnerd sultry blue eyes back to the vamp. "No, I don't hate music." She replied and then paused giving him a once over. She was bored up here anyway and he seemed harmless enough. Another pity - she so did love a good scuffle. If it came to that she could hold her own. Besides any pain inflicted, be it on her or on him, she would enjoy it.

She brought her eyes to meet his once more. She might as well consider a change of scenery. And the music scene did bring certain amusing crowds most times.

She shrugged lightly, "if you have no time to stay for games, then allow me to bring the games to your scene." She leveled her gaze as him, her eyes suddenly dangerous. "But let's get a few things straight. My name is Emiste. Emi if you prefer. NOT cutie." She let her eyes stray down his body again, but in a different way this time. "And I wouldn't count on me being a girl who's gonna chase you around. I'm here for the hunt, cutie."

She emphasized the last word with a hint of disdain. She hated when guys talked down to her. Like she was just some hot body without a brain to go with it. Like she wasn't a 334 year old vampiress with one hell of an attitude and a merciless bitch of a killer to boot. Like she was any other dumb ass female. She knew she was hot, but she wasn't stupid.

Besides she was taken - or, well, would be...as soon as she found him again.

But to hell with all that. She was hungry for some entertainment and fun. And what was a good gig if not a breeding ground for entertainment? Boozed up girls and sex driven guys. Either of which would blindly follow her home for the night. Their last night.

She flashed a coy smile. "Lead the way, Mr...." Her smile melted into a slight frown as she realized he had yet to introduce himself - letting her sentence fade out in invitation for him to provide a name.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con let out a hearty laugh at her comments.
"Its Concieved chicka, Con for short if you prefer. I think you'd pick the formal with your . . . uh whats the word I'm looking for? Attitude, there you go."

He flashed her one of his patten ted Con smiles and bowed in false politeness. He raised his head and smiled ounce more under his mane of long straight brown hair.

"Well if your coming come on, I'm sure you don't want me to delay your "games" right? Just get one thing straight chicka, don't touch the human who plays the drums. She smells down right yummy, but she is the best drummer we found around here. Other than that enjoy yourself."

He bent down and picked up his case and resumed his normal speed across the rooftops, hoping his new interesting friend was right behind him. It wasn't every day you come across a female vampire with a mouth to match her looks. Mean and sexy, just the way Con enjoyed his female company.

After a good 15 minutes of running on rooftops and nearly loosing his case ounce or twice he arrived on destination.
In big green neon letters were the words Eternal Pit. Con smiled at the sight.
Great another cheesy New York bar, probably filled to the roof with humans and with my luck a wolf or two.

He turned around and smiled opening his arms wide.
"Were here chicka"

[Sadistic Nightmare]

Emi wasn't sure who this guy was, but he was cocky. A fact that slightly irritated and amused her both at the same time.

"Well if your coming come on, I'm sure you don't want me to delay your "games" right? Just get one thing straight chicka, don't touch the human who plays the drums. She smells down right yummy, but she is the best drummer we found around here. Other than that enjoy yourself."

Her lips spread into a devilish grin. No one told her what to do. Not anymore. Not since she'd left Aubrey's company. In fact if you told her not to do something, there was an automatic 90% chance she would do exactly that which she had been......requested....ordered....whatever... not to do.

Even if it brought her some dire consequences. She didn't care. In fact, she welcomed it like a lover. Some would say she was insane. Emiste if asked, would tell you she played by her own rules. And generally delighted in the anguish her decisions would bring -- either to herself or her victims. It didn't matter - she loved both. Simultaneous was the best.

She held her hands up now in mock innocence, "No making drumsticks out of the drummer's limbs...got it...".

Emiste was many things. But her word was always true. She wouldn't tear the drummer into pieces no.....but really what would a little nibble hurt?

Conceived took off, clearly expecting her to follow. Or not expecting her to - whatever. Emiste was now interested. She lightly and nimbly traipsed across the rooftops after him. Behind him only because she could watch from there, judge him and determine his skill. Just by watching him move.

He nearly dropped his case a few times - but was quick to catch it. So reflexes not bad. He was skilled, that much was clear - but how skilled? Emiste was constantly comparing her peers. She liked to push buttons. She liked to stretch - or break - limits. What were his?

Not that in the end it would matter much to her - it was all just part of the intrigue of one night. Something to occupy her time while she was already here looking for some entertainment. Conceived just so happened to step up to bat.

"Were here chicka"

His voice held a lightness to them - that same cocky, devil may care, attitude. Well the Devil MAY care...or he may not....but somehow the carefreeness in his voice crawled beneath her skin like a worm. Clearly he had no idea who he was keeping company with tonight.

Emiste smiled at him. A smile really in response to her own inner thought, but that served just the same as a response to his words.

The Eternal Pit. Emiste cocked her head to the side, a few of her dark locks falling across her face as she studied the rather offensively bright neon sign. Cheap bars. Drunk humans. And drummers she should not touch. It would do.

"Come here often?" she asked with a lazy, cool and collected voice. Not that it mattered. But she was trying to be polite - a piece of etiquette she didn't show often. If Conceived knew as much he would do well to appreciate her effort. At most it was an acknowledgment that he wasn't exactly inferior. At least it was an attempt at small talk - something Emiste typically detested.

[Concieved D'maggio]

"Do you come here often?" The dark haired beauty asked.
Con smiled slyly, so she wasn't so cold and mysterious. He really didn't think small talk was her jive. Con set his case down and checked his cell phone. One hour too show time, might as well get a quick snack before play time.

He looked up at her and smiled his sly smile
"Meh, were here every ounce in awhile, other than that it over at a place called Becky Sam's. Dude named Elmo will serve yah a drink, roll yah a blunt, and ramble on about the hippies days in the same second." He said this as he walked around the parking lot sniffing the air here and there.

Ahhh, there it was. The smell of weed and hormones running wild. A smell that was third to drinking blood and second to angry sex. Con loved the youth, they were the future, the forsaken, and most of all the most blind, easy and quick snacks in his mind.

He gestured for her to come near him.
"If you want a quick snack theres a couple of teens over yonder. Just if you want." He gave her a wink, and in silence hopped over the fence to the next parking lot.

Con loved theatrics. He was an entertainer, reactions from people was life's joy. He strode over a Ford Taurus with a couple and a another male passing a joint around. He strode up and gave one of his best hippie voices.

"Hey man,feel like passing that shit over here."
With a little help of his unnatural power over humans he fooled the female with his trademark smile.
"Sure."
She strode up and passed him the joint. He took a long drag and smiled to himself, to bad it had no effect anymore. He blew smoke into her face and winked at her.
"If you want too, i got some killer shit in my car, wanna come with me and grab some?""
Hook, line, and sinker.

After dumping the body her strode up back to the parking lot and grabbed his case, it was just about time to start jamming, and if Con hated one thing in this life, it was keeping the crowed waiting for good tunes.

[Sadistic Nightmare]

Emiste didn't go with him as he made the short jaunt across the way to snag his snack. She waved him on and stood, arms crossed and one foot pooped up behind her to rest the sole of her black high heeled boots against the wall of the club/bar. Her mouth twitched upward in a half-amused grin.

Men. Always trying to sway females, human and non human alike. And often succeeding. Emi? Emi wasn't swayed by anyone. Well, except Sevanni. And then only because his evil stretched to his core. And she understood that and loved it. She was the same.

So she watched, apathetically, as Conceived chewed up his toys and disposed of them. A small exasperated sigh and a shake of her head at his technique. So many vampires skipped the joys of vampirism and went straight for the kill now a days. It was disheartening how absoultely un-ruthless the "younger" generation of vamps could be. Even if it were just a snack - why must food be boring?


He came trotting back, obviously pleased and a bit sated - even if not fully satisfied. Emiste arched an eyebrow.

"Better?' she asked, her tone slightly sarcastic. As if she were asking a teenage boy if he felt sexually relieved after sneaking off to jack off. She knew it wasn't. It had been just what he said, a snack. But Emiste was done with delays.

She pushed herself off the wall and without waiting for him to lead the way, abruptly turned and strode towards the entrance to the club. So what if he had some kind of cheat entry, special pass, or band only entrance he would head off to? She didn't need him to show her the way in or help her get there. If he had another way to go, so be it. They'd meet up in there eventually. Or maybe they wouldn't -- but she had a feeling they would. Especially if......she grinned, wondering idly how far she could push this nonchalant cocky attitude of his until he spilled over into rage....

Her mouth practically watered with the idea.