Of Gods and Mortals (Rating PG-14 and higher)

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Name: Kakeru Konban
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Speicies: Human
Appearance: Kakeru is black-haired and blue-eyed, and blessed with a small amount of angelic charisma. He is of average height with a fairly tight build; defined but not overly pronounced muscles. Kakeru typically wears a jerkin of some kind and a pair of slacks. His feet are enclosed in a pair of gaiters while his hands are uncovered, save for a silver ring around each wrist. Kakeru's right ear is pierced near the top-back by a small silver earing. He also carries a pack containing an extra pair of clothes and various tools that he needs for his 'profession'. Because of how incriminating such objects could be, the pack is always well guarded and occassionally armed with a simple alarm in case it is opened. A single silver dagger is strapped to his right thigh with the blade hidden in a sheath the same color as his pants. His extra pair of clothes consists of a black leather tank top and blank leather pants, along with two fingerless gloves. Kakeru reserves this garb for any jobs he might attempt, or when he makes an occassional trip to a club.
Personality: Cocky and arrogant on the outside, Kakeru is never afraid to speak his mind. He blames his brash statements on his mouth, which "says things before my mind has a chance to check them". Kakeru is constantly smiling, usually because he finds other people screwing up as a source of entertainment. His outward arrogance hides an ever working mind that is always searching for things to take and ways to escape from any situation, plausible and not, that he can think of. Kakeru takes particular joy from outsmarting vampires, and has taken a habit of leaving cards with cameras so he can watch their reactions when they realize what he's taken. Though he generally dislikes vampires, Kakeru can't stand those that work for such ideals as 'justice' or even 'vengeance' (this, of course, has never stopped him from killing a few vamps that have wronged him before).
Past: Kakeru was sold as a pet at the age of six, but refused to obey his so-called 'master'. The following three years almost killed Kakeru, as he was constantly beaten and forced into doing whatever his master commanded. Such treatment could not tame Kakeru, however, and he let out his aggressions in one violent flash. The child stabbed from behind the man, but nearly died from fright when his master did not die. It became clear to Kakeru that he was serving something unnatural and he fled desperately into the city, running from the richer sections into the slums. Having no family that he was aware of nor a home to return to, Kakeru turned to theft in order to survive. He somehow managed to beat an otherwise cruel fate, and lived to pull off a fairly well known robbery in which the quivalent of several thousand dollars was stolen from wealthy buisness man. With the funds, Kakeru (now 14) began to live in a dingy apartment and pull off more elaborate heists. He came into contact with other thieves and traded various secrets and bought supplies off of them. When he managed to loot $100,000 dollars from a nearby bank, the police began to take more notice, causing Kakeru to move home base. His skills also attracted the attention of the Slain, who were far better and slightly more determined to find him than the cops were. Kakeru declined their offer to join, but agreed that he would do whatever the Slain wanted in exchange for not handing him over to the police.
Other: Kakeru is also known as the Bandit Wraith for his tendencies to slip away as if he has faded from this plane. He suspects that he might have a small amount of cat DNA spliced into him, which would explain his reflexes and perhaps be reason why he was a 'pet'.

Rp Sample:

Click click click. It was the only sound, and a barely heard one at that, that could be heard in the still night. Anybody could have identified them as footsteps, and that's exactly what they were. Kakeru Konban, the Bandit Wraith, was about to strike again. The noise stopped and a lone figure was barely visible in the black hallway. The leather that covered his body was enough camoflauge to make him nearly impercievable to anyone without altered vision. This is so boring...I suspected something more than a laser room. He had recently moved through a large room containing an large number of lasers that were easily visible once Kakeru had used a little something from his bag of tricks. His body had moved deftly through the trap, moving from one position to the next quickly and skillfully. Now all that seperated him from his goal was probably just a door with an intricate lock.

Kakeru moved one foot forward and stopped with it brushing the surface. He applied a little more pressure and felt the tile give slightly. Just pressure plates, no problem. He pulled something out of his bag and slipped the two items over his fingers so that they settled where the digits met the hand. Three spikes with harpoon like edges were on each hand now, and Kakeru made a jump towards the ceiling. The spikes impaled themselves, and Kakeru began to move across the area by means of a monkey bar type of arm swinging. When he was hanging next to the large door, he dropped and slipped the knuckles away. The lock was on the wall to his right and the screen glowed a yellowish green. A keypad adorned the face of the lock, and a cursor blinked on the screen. It's just a number combination from the looks of it. A PDA sized device was revealed from the pack, and Kakeru had the door open in seconds.

He walked into the next room, and raised a hand to his eyes as spotlights suddenly lit and pointed at him. "**** it." It was the only thing he said as he dashed to the right. His ears were filled with the sound of gunfire against the stone walls that lined the room. I should have predicted this...so it's a good thing I did. As he continued around the circular room, Kakeru flung a black sphere at the floor to his left. The ball erupted into great billows of somke, and the thief heard men coughing above him on a balcony somewhere. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand and leapt to the center of the room where his target was located in a glass box. There's no point in stealth now. I'll just swipe this. His foot crashed through the delicate container and the air was filled with sounds of alarm. Kakeru's free arm dropped a small card, and he snatched the necklace that lay on a pillow before him before he ran for the door. He sprinted across the pressure plates without worry and then through the room that had contained lasers. The doors were in the processing of going into lockdown, covering themselves with great sheets of steel. Without missing a beat, Kakeru jumped through a window and landed softly on a springy cushion he had prepared earlier. His target in hand, Bandit Wraith fled into the night without another glance at the mansion behind him.
 
OOC: So sorry, this is terribly written. Oh well.

?Graaaaaagh!? cried the defecating beast, his skin paper thin and pale, as he lunged forward. His fangs, laced with dried human blood caked around their serrated edges, were thrust forward as he ran headfirst at the blasted man opposing him. It was a distance of nearly twenty feet, but the demon had it covered in a few moments, eyes gleaming with a terrible lust for human blood. However, this mans blood was not for any vampire to indulge in, for it was unique in the fact that it flowed through the veins of one of the most capable vampire hunters in the city.

The screams broke the silence of the nigh abandoned streets, erupting from the fifty-second floor of a skyscraper currently in construction, with metal framework clearly visible, leaving each platform open to the sky around the structure. Everything above the floor in question had not even been provided with a solid groundwork yet, in fact, they were just steel beams. Yet, this narration digresses; let us return to our self-proclaimed justice bringer.

Sean only smirked as his newest victim charged him rashly, crying in defiance, wishing against all hope that he would not meet his end in such a dismal land. His hand shot out and caught the creature by its brow, giving him ample time to dance around it and shove it forward a bit; the beast stumbled, and the hunter crouched low before pumping his legs and soaring to the next level, landing gracefully on a metal beam. With a hiss, the monster promptly leaped as well, with an ease that Sean loathed, and was in a few feet when its eyes widened with dismay.

From his unbuttoned suit jacket, the Slain operative whipped out a sawed off shotgun, propelling a fat bullet into the vile miscreants forehead and sending it crashing to the floor. As it writhed and cringed, Sean replaced the firearm and pulled out a small sphere, no bigger then his thumbnail.

?Sayonara, sucker,? he chuckled, dropping the pellet. The instant it touched the vampires body, it exploded into a small inferno, engulfing the denizen of evil in roaring flames. ?Hmph,? he snorted, watching the abomination curl into black ashes, ?another one gone. Suppose I?d better find some dinner, two in one night?huh.?

Without another word, he strolled calmly to the edge of the beam and stepped off, letting the wind caress his hair before pulling a string on his belt. A small, dark blue ball and four wires flew out of his collar, inflating into a parachute momentarily and allowing him to slowly drift downwards, cutting through the humid air like a butter knife through steak. Just as the ground seemed only a yard away, Sean sent his fingers through a little jig, using the cybernetic implants to summon his bike, Zen; sure enough, it wheeled into view only seconds after.

The parachute automatically compressed itself and slunk back to where it came from while he mounted Zen and bounded out of the street, but a curious sight give him cause to stop before a minute of riding. A boy, perhaps only a few years younger than himself, was strolling around with a music player, but what interested Sean were the bodies lying motionless behind the lad.

?Oi,? he called out, ?what?re you doing here, kid? It?s late, you know.? The two were perhaps twenty feet away, and the hunter had his hand on a pistol in his pocket and was ready to pull it out within a second, just in case.
 
I blinked, looking up, and stopped the player. "Time is of no consern to me. I'm merely taking a walk." I said, for all the world as though I wasn't leaving several corpses behind me. "It's better to walk when it's late, there aren't as many people to crowd you. And what disturbances there are can be dispatched easily enough." I said, keeping my usual, cheerful, almost arrogant tone. Arrogant it may be, but there was no taunting or goading in my voice. This was simply the speech of a man who believed he could do anything...
 
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?Come on Kyle, don?t be such a wimp?look, she?s practically there for the taking, all it takes is for you to swoop down there and sink your fangs into her neck?You can?t keep relying on me to kill them for you.? A Vampire, who looked no older than seventeen, glanced at the woman who stood alone in the alley way, she had foolishly split from her group of friends and was now adjusting her hair.

Kyle said nothing, but continued to gaze at the woman, unsure of what to do at this precise moment. He could easily kill this woman, but that was easier said than done?he had not killed anyone for his own satisfaction in his life, he had always counted on his master for guidance before he met Kali, and Kali there on.

Of course he had killed those who came to be in his path, but that was because they threatened his life as well. No matter how much he wished not to kill, many a times, he had had no choice in the matter.

Kali sighed, casting her gaze upon the older looking Vampire. She had grown tiered of pleading Kyle to take his own food, it wasn?t difficult, and in fact she enjoyed it thoroughly. There was nothing more pleasing than taking an innocent life to please ones blood lust, her fangs tingled at the mere thought of it. She shuddered in delight.

Kyle on the other had, did not see the enjoyment in taking ones life, he had never thanked his master for this eternal gift. Of course he knew he needed blood to keep up his strength and he did not wish to rot, but taking such an innocent life? Did he really want to create more sin than he already had?

Kali grew more and more impatient by the second, her own thirst for blood growing rapidly. She bared her fangs and pounced upon her comrade in her rage, grabbing him by the collar as he hit the floor with a large thump, hitting his head painfully against the roof of the stone building. Her ruby eyes glared daggers and her fangs were mere millimetres away from his throat.

?Do not be a fool, Kyle? She hissed ?If you do not kill her now, then you will die?I will NOT be responsible for you any longer, after more than one thousand years, you still have yet to kill for blood?how utterly pathetic.?

Rage coursed through Kyle?s body as the younger looking Vampire spat curses at him. Why did he take such punishment from such a child minded creature? She was older than him, yes, even wiser, but she still had the mind of a child.

With remarkable strength, he pushed the black clad figure from his torso and watched as the lithe form soared through the air and landed painfully on her back. She only laughed at his sudden rebelliousness and raised herself into a sitting position. She grinned upon seeing Kyle hop from the buildings edge and take the woman by the shoulders before plunging his great, pearl fans into her neck.

There was no scream, there was only a muffled noise and the swoon of his Vampiric kiss took over and she was soon lowered to a babbling mould. Kyle groaned inwardly as the sweet liquid ran down his throat, springing to life a lust that he had never felt. Drinking from a live body was simply marvellous, never had he felt such lust and energy.

Kali watched with utter glee as her ?fledgling? fed for the first time from a live source. Her own lust seemed to quench just upon watching him, but she knew that not to be true?but she would deal with her own hunger later, this was a moment to savour, and she was not ready to leave just yet.

Kyle soon fell to his knees in his lust, and cradled the dying body in his arms. The woman had now passed out from blood loss and her cheeks were beginning to pale, but still Kyle did not stop.

This is when Kali stepped in, hopping gracefully from the buildings edge and kneeling down besides Kyle, she pulled his head gently away from the dying body and smiled warmly, but rather cruelly.

?You must stop before the hear cesses beating, less you wish to die yourself.? She warned him, a lesson she had foolishly forgotten to teach him. She rose and took a hold his hand, pulling him up with her. The smile had yet to leave her pale face.

?At last!? She yelled aloud, her voice laughing ?At last I can finally call you a true Vampire, bravo! Simply marvellous!?

Kyle said nothing, only breathed harshly, though he did not need any breath at all, he simply could not believe that in which he had just done.

?Now come!? Stated Kali ?I still hunger?
 
Kakeru walked through the dark streets, twirling a shining necklace around his right index finger. He had long since escaped the sirens and shouts of alarm that had soon accompanied his acquisition, and now calmly strode through the night while humming a simple tune. His mind, however, continued to analyze what had happened and Kakeru thought of several different options that he could have taken while still thinking of numerous ways to prevent it from happening again. After awhile, Kakeru gave into his stomach and thought of what he magnificent food he would buy first after pawning the necklace. Perhaps some choice salmon, or a piece of tender, mouth watering veel. Having lost focus, Kakeru walked head first into someone else. He uttered an 'oof!' when he stumbled and teetered on the brink of falling while amazingly staying standing.

"I wasn't paying attention. Excuse me -" Kakeru had been ready to walk away again when he looked at the man before him. He had deep red hair in spikes, along with grey eyes that made Kakeru feel oddly cold. Or perhaps it's just because of the night. The red-haired man wore a pair of goggles and fairly nice clothes. As his brain digested the clashing image, Kakeru noticed another red-haired man, who was covered in a trenchcoat. Either I stumbled into gang territory, which would be bad considering that all the gangs around here know who I am, or they're just trying to be 'different'. As if any of that actually matters. Kakeru at the thought as he subconciously hid the golden necklace in a pocket. He realized that he was still in his thieving garb and wondered what the two before him would think.

"Terribly sorry, sir, I just got distracted by something else. I do hope you'll forgive me." Kakeru bowed slightly to the man he had ran in to, while running his eyes up and down for any sign of valuables. Almost completely hidden were several minute bulges that Kakeru recognized instantly as weapons. This is a little more interesting...he appears to be ready for a war, or at least an angry mob. He could maybe, just maybe, pass as a member of that 'Slain' group. I shouldn't mess with him or Slain'll do something about it. They're always hanging something over my head. Kakeru's thought all this in the bow that lasted only a second, then spoke out loud when he had straightened again. "What are the two of you doing out here at night? Not anything suspicious, or illegal I hope." Kakeru grinned in a devious way, trying to make his company uncomfortable.
 
I blinked, and turned my gaze to the newcomer. Quite obviously a thief from his manner, I had dealt with the type before. I had nothing of value on me besides my weapons, so I wasn't afraid. Those who tried to take my weapons usually found their end from them. Still, just the same, I slipped my arms fom the sleeves of the coat, and had one on my back-sheath, and the other on my belt holster, just in case... "This situation is becoming rather tense." I said, still in the same tone. "I suggest that we simply wlak away, however..."


My coat fell to the ground behind me, and I was holding a simple slug-thrower pistol out at eye level, and a vibroblade held defensively across my chest. "If you wish to fight me and risk losses from both of us, I am prepared." I didn't fear these men, but I never killed when I wasn't "hungry" for it. Still, I was confident I could survive this if I had to. "Judging from your actions, you are a fighter who has managed to survive an unusually long time." I said to the man with red hair, not much older than myself. "I hope that if you don't intend to kill me, you'll tell me how you learned." I wanted to know how normal people became killers...
 
A scream fills the night, and a body drops down to the ground of the streets. Blood exits out of the slit throat of the man, and stains the ground on which he lay. Yaela bends down, touching the man's thick blond locks with her free hand, staining them bloody from his own blood. Bright red drops of blood fleck her lips, disguised, though, by her own lips as red as blood itself. However, tiny drops roll down her chin, giving her an eerie appearance as she stood there in the forever night. She grins cruely, licking the blood of her sword before sheathing it, however, when half of the sword stuck out of its sheath, she quickly takes it out and stabs the man through the chest, gliding it down until it is free, and she quickly sheathes it, letting the blood remain on the forever bloody sword. The man is perfectly cut in half from his chest down, the vital organs ceasing to work and blood continuously filters onto the street.

She sniffs and kicks the corpse aside, continuing her stroll down the streets, the sheath threatening anyone who casts her cruel or shocked looks.
'This is between you an me,' the sword seems to hiss from its sheath when the humans' wandering eyes happened upon it. Yaela whipes the blood from her chin, and continues onwards.
 
Sean blinked at the murderers answer, filled with a philosophical note but still poised on the brink of naivety. Obviously he could defend himself?against humans, but how would he fare against a demon of darkness? Vampires, while not exactly common, were not an alien sight to the eyes of the city; surely this fool knew that! Cocking one eyebrow, Munchest placed a hand on the interface of Zen, allowing it to scan his palm and open the major functions the beauteous vehicle possessed.

He was startled again, however, as a lad, even younger then the first, bumped into his bike, muttering an apology and then scrutinizing Sean pointedly, his gaze falling on his hidden firearms. This wasn?t the time for such a disturbance, and the hunter nearly pulled out the pistol then and there, but he recognized the sly voice as a freelance thief who occasionally aided Slain. Knowledge of his coworkers was the key to success, and the difference between a gruesome gundown and a clever alliance, at times. Instead, he merely smirked and gently laid a finger on a small button amidst the complex screen in front of him, all of which would only respond to his hands.

?You shouldn?t be out yourself, bud. Don?t bother with what I?m doing, let?s just say that my services are?helpful to the city,? he murmured deviously as a compartment opened on Zen?s side, the one that didn?t face his newest company. Inside was a rack of assorted firearms, ammo, and even more complex weapons (such as fire pellets); Sean lowered one hand into the small armory, looking as if he were simply reaching down (for the compartment opened at an acute angle, allowing it to be easily missed by people looking at the bike straight on from a distance). With mounting confidence, the murderer shrugged off a trench coat, pulled out two weapons, one of them a slug-shooting handgun, and spoke- but Sean didn?t care, he was in action the moment the handgun came into view.

The arm in his pocket whipped out and chucked his pistol high into the sky while, simultaneously, his other pulled out a complex shotgun sort of weapon, with what appeared to be a blade on the end of its sleek blue frame. The weapon whirred for a moment before firing; and in what seemed like no time at all, and it may have been no time at all, a metallic clang rung from where the pistol was, sending to the ground with a thunk, a large dent in its side. By the time the event had transpired another weapon, something of a supped-up shmeisser, was dormant in his spare hand.

?Don?t threaten me, kid,? he called, a grin on his face, ?put down the weapons and we?ll talk like?civilized adults.? The last two words seemed to be dripping with sarcasm.
 
I didn't flinch as he gave off his display of prowess, but was instead focusing. I could probably take him down, but I was certain I'd get shot in the process, perhaps fatally. As much pain as I had to endure, life was still to sweet for me to just give up. My eyes flickered towards an alleyway on my right, a telltale sign I was about to dart. Hopefully, he'd be too observant for his own good. I tendsed, and jumped into an alleyway, but on my left side, and immidiately began to make my way into the darkness, leaving my coat laying there on the street. It was too heavy, and would only slow me down, since it had a few of my tricks in it. I could replace those later, what was most important now was getting away with my skin whole...
 
The vampiress stops suddenly, looking curiously at two men arguing in the street. In an instant, one had fled.

"Fool," she murmurs, a small hiss licking at her pointed canines. She grips her sword handle, her skirt whipping about slightly in the wind. Perhaps one of these fine, young gentlemen would donate some blood to the needy, her thoughts snarl in her head.
 
Kakeru nearly bolted as one of the men pulled out a slug-launcher, but his flight response was soothed when the man on the motorcycle pulled out his own firearms. The other soon fled, and Kakeru was alone with the scarlet haired man. Kakeru laughed at his display of force, slinking to the other side of the bike. "I don't think civilized adults pull guns out on each other." Kakeru paused and put out one hand to push one of the weapons away from him. "You know, someone with all this ammunition must be doing, what did you call it, something helpful to the city." There was a flash of a broad smile as Kakeru confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, you're either a bounty hunter or a vampire hunter. Considering the fact that no non-vampire bounty would require this much firepower, I'd bet on the latter."

Kakeru darted away from the bike as he sensed that its rider may not be all that friendly. After all, any bounty hunter would suspect him of doing something malicious this late at night, and any vampire hunter would know that he was Bandit Wraith due to his forced connections with Slain. As such, the man was likely to be protective of his possessions as long as Kakeru was around. The challenge of not getting shot was too much for Kakeru to stand; he had to see just how far he could go. "So, I suppose you just finished eliminating a target when you bumped into that rather disturbed man. If I went a little ways away from here, would I find a pile of ashes that used to be a vamp? Tell me," Kakeru snuck around the bike through the shadows and leapt to the man's side, "why are you hunting them? Is it because of some sense of justice or duty? Perhaps one of them wronged you in the past and now you want revenge? Maybe you're a vampire yourself who just tries to cleanse the world of your own tainted kind?"

He slipped back to the other side of the bike, where the compartment was still open. A hand flashed inside, rummaged around a bit, then withdrew holding a small pellet. "Aha! You certainly are a vampire hunter if you carry these around all the time. Unless you get into a lot of gang fights, which I doubt by the way you look. The Slain would be blessed to have you, as I'm sure they do. They always get their hands into everything." With a flare of anger towards his psuedo-rulers, Kakeru glared at the pellet and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed on the concrete and burst into flames that died quickly from lack of flammables. Kakeru calmed himself and smiled weakly at the man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste it like that. The Slain...just annoy me."

Something caught Kakeru's eyes, and the boy ducked and moved closer to the bike. His eyes focused on the dark shape, and it resolved into a human figure. It could easily be another hunter, or the police, or a thug, or a vamp. Any thugs around would have been frightened away from here by the gunshot, there's no reason for another hunter, and the police would have never followed me this far. It's probably a vamp then. Kakeru unconciously hid the necklace better by shifting it so that nothing of its presence was indicated. His hand went to the silver dagger, which he began to draw as he watched the figure through the darkness. "Psst, vamp hunter. I think you may find your next kill close than you expect."
 
I had resheathed my weapons, and had taken to darting through the alleyways. I was nothing more than a simple shadow, caused by a trick of the eye as I moved across the gaps of light, hurtling over fences. Suddenly, I felt the mist coming again, but this was white, not red. White always meant I'd fall unconscious soon. I stopped in one corner of the darkness, and sat down just in time...

I looked around myself, seeing the familiar scene. The sky wasn't dark, but a bright shade of blue, with a whitish-yellow circle in the sky, and several shapeless white things that swirled above. Below me were soft, green spiky things in such multitude that they actually obscurred the earth beneath them. I walked down the path I knew so well, to where several young men were training with swords that seemed to be made out of some sort of grainy plastic that thunked when they struck another. One in paticular was moving with much more speed, strength, and skill than the others. As usual, I thought to myself "Who is this? Who am I looking at?" He had blonde hair, and shockingly blue eyes, but there was something about him that I couldn't shake. Then, something that had never happened before occured. I heard a masculine voice, my own, say "You are looking at yourself, Skilgannon...
 
The wicked sound of the sword escaping its sheath filled the night, and Yaela grins, a smile almost as wicked as the sound. Her boots make a deadly clicking sound as it graced upon the tar, and when her foot slid it created such a nasty shriek, that one would have to recoil in terror.

The blood glinted in the moonlight, forever stained upon her merceless sword. Even her pale skin seemed to glow ghostly, and the blood-red lips intensified. Yaela's red hair whipped about her moon-lit face, and with no doubt: Standing before the men was a hauntingly beautiful and graceful creature.

Soon, she was within a good ten feet from them, and most of her features could be made out in the light. Her green eyes flicker like a cat's as the lights seemed to shudder in ecstacy about her, almost feeling her figure with careful fingers. The air itself combed hs fingers through the vampire's hair, feeling the silky smooth tresses as it worked his way down to the end, then shuddering away to begin yet again.

"Hello," she says, a voice rich in a silky smooth accent.
 
OOC: Alright, people, I?ve got homework to do, so I?ll make tis short.

Still chuckling at the kids ?escape?, Sean allowed himself to relax for a moment, twirling the machine pistol around his fingers while Wraith slipped through the night and began rummaging through his things. At first, this aggravated the hunter, they were HIS items, after all, and they WERE necessary to survive in his occupation, but the kid didn?t seem to be doing any harm. Thus, it was allowed. He was sharp, this one, able to recognize immediately what Sean?s occupation was, though it probably was not the most difficult job to guess from any surrounding equipment.

He started when the suspicious co-operative tossed one of his flame pellets, igniting a signal on the street, ?Don?t keep touching my stuff, guy,? he growled, annoyance lacing the words, ?or you?ll find yourself at the end of one of those things.? Then, the thief narrowed his eyes and murmured something about a vampire being near, so he relented and stared into the distance; there was indeed a foul creature afoot.

?Here,? he grunted, tossing both the shmeisser and the blade-tipped gun to his temporary companion, ?the first one is a machine pistol, a bit more advanced then the norm, and the second is a custom, so don?t lose it. It takes a second to prepare each shot, but they fire at a velocity five times that of the average firearm, so you?ll be able to do some damage and slow it down. I hope you can aim, kid.?

The demon was beginning its approach, stalking through the abandoned streets with a sickening gait, gruesome pale features amplified by the moonlight, the only source of light that didn?t rightfully shun such miscreants. Spitting a curse, yet smirking all the same, Sean deftly used one hand to take a shotgun-type weapon out, managing to load it at the same time, while his free hand worked furiously on the menu Zen provided. In what seemed like only a moment, he slung the weapon into a holster at his belt and dismounted his bike, removing a large, cylindrical object out of a small compartment that had opened in the back.

Once pulled out, the opening was left empty, and he held a tube no more then one foot wide. That changed as he punched a button on its side; the object extended and transformed into what looked like an extremely advanced flamethrower, now extending up to four feet long, with a handle on it top and a hose connected to Zen. Sean took hold of the bar with one hand and held the deadly weapon steady with the other, ?Watch closely, I?m going to show you how to kill a vampire.?

A second passed, and then the fiend was a mere ten feet away, rasping in a beautiful, yet unbearably disgusting, voice, ?Hello.?

?Goodbye.?

Flames erupted from the nozzle, rushing to engulf their target.
 
The vampiress looks at the flame, her eyes showing not fear, but a sickening thrill. Almost as though it was a rollercoaster. As though she was in no danger whatsoever. Fire can hurt her, indeed, but she felt no worry to it. If one was faced in a situation such as that, they would be immobilized in sheer terror. But fear was not known in Yaela's nature, oh no. Because she was so calm, and not like a deer facing the oncoming light of a car, she merely leaps aside, letting the flame pass her by. Only when it was in a dead line with her, that she could feel the heat rushing to her, did she feel a prick of fear. However, soon the flame was gone, and same as her fear, and her green eyes look eerilly calm once again.

"I wonder..." she says thoughtfully, looking at the sword and letting her finger prick the tip of the blade, "What it feels like to die? Will you tell me?" the accent rolls over her tongue, such as a cat purring. "I wonder how it feels to come face to face with the owner of your demise? Surely you would know. Such fine gentlemen such as yourselves..."

Yaela held herself calmly, her head held high and her posture straight, such as a model. She looks at the sword, casting no reflection in it. "What's it like being human, might I wonder...?"
 
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"Bloody heck!"

A stout and bald man in his early fourties kicked his uncooperative car in frustration, but it mattered little; the engine was broken and no amount of kicking or screaming would remedy the matter, something that the man's charge Loki, a faded looking young man in his late teens with ghostly pale skin, faded blonde hair and misty grey eyes dressed in equally faded looking clothes would have been able to tell him straight of. As a matter of fact, he had noticed that the engine was on its last moments before they had even left the safety of the Slain compound. But he wasn't about to tell them that. His grey eyes travelled to the man in front of him, a measure of twisted amusement over his current captor's predicament playing in his mind, even though his expression retained its usual blankness.

"You saw this coming, didn't you?!" the man spat out, striding over to Loki and fixing him with a glare containing a mixture of anger and fear.

"Perhaps I did mister Jones..." the boy replied in his usual drawn-out monotone, looking at the man in front of him in a disconcerting way, as if he was adressing a point located a few inches within the man's skull and the face was only in his way "Or perhaps I didn't."

"For Christ's sake!" The man called Jones growled in frustration "Are you completely incapable of delivering a straight answer?!". This boy had been like that ever since he was incorporated into their ranks and put under his care, answering with 'maybe's and 'maybe not's, never stating anything, never providing anything solid. If he didn't know better he would have sworn that he wasn't on their side at all. Ironically enough, had he known better he would have realized that that was indeed the case. Loki held no loyalty to Slain, in fact; he held no loyalty to anything anymore. The youth didn't deal in certainities anymore, he had decided on it the moment these brutes had slain his old master and taken him captive. If these people were bent on stealing his freedom then he would pay back in equal measure; He would steal their security, whittle away everything that was certain, suspend them in constant doubt over his motives and his loyalty. And slowly, ever so slowly, make them doubt each other. It was a slow method, one that required great patience and above all; time. A commodity that Loki possesed in abundance...

"That may indeed be the case Mr.Jones..." the boy replied after a significant pause, showing no fear for the man out of the simple fact that he saw nothing to be afraid of. He had survived for years with that bloodsucker Azrafel, he could certainly handle this pathetic mortal. "Although goodness knows it might as well not." he concluded, savouring the annoyance of his 'handler'.

The one known as Jones looked ready to protest but then thought the better of it, realizing that there was no point. "Alright then..." he replied gruffly "It's only a few block away now. We'll make it there even without a car." he cast a nervous glance at his surroundings, wondering why on earth he hadn't been provided escort. It was nighttime now, if such a term could be applied to the current world, and there would surely be vampires about, prowling for unsuspecting prey. The man shuddered at the thought, reaching for the small handgun he carried with him for protection, even though it felt about as safe as facing a fully armed battleship with a peashooter.

"That we might be doing." Loki replied nochalantly, absent-mindedly looking at the sky above "Although it might be that we will not live to see the next morning..." he cast a glance at the six dead bodies that littered a nearby street without displaying a hint of concern himself.

Jones' eyes widened in horror, his mouth opened and closed a few times as he attempted to speak, but no words came out. He then grabbed Loki by the arm in a nearly cramp-like grip and ran as fast as he could in the direction of the closest Slain base. I'm not dying here... he told himself as cold sweat began running in veritable rivers down his brow I'm just not dying here!

Maybe you aren't... his own mind taunted him in Loki's monotone Or maybe you are...
 
"You wouldn't use one of those fire pellets on me, would you? Slain wouldn't be overly thrilled, that's for sure. You'd probably lose whatever salary you might be pulling down, or they might cancel payments on any sort of bounties you've helped out on...And if you didn't want me to touch anything, you should have said so before. Or at least close up the compartment so it's not staring me in the face." He caught the two guns as they were tossed to him, sheathing the dagger as he did so.

"What am I supposed to do with these? I don't like using guns, they're too unfair." Kakeru protested even as he cocked the weapons and leveled them towards the woman's chest. Metal glinted in the low light, and Kakeru turned his head to face the Slain operative. "Look, she's even using a sword. Using guns on her is like using them on a pup-" Fwooosh. Kakeru's pupils dialated against the sudden source of light, the flames reflecting in his eyes. He let his jaw drop slightly, then refocused on the enemy.

"I wonder...What it feels like to die? Will you tell me? I wonder how it feels to come face to face with the owner of your demise? Surely you would know. Such fine gentlemen such as yourselves...What's it like being human, might I wonder...?"

Kakeru smiled as the female vampire sidestepped the fire. His fingers twitched over the triggers as she did so, resisting the impulse to fire. The thief's eyes narrowed as he continued to grin at her. "There's no point in explaining humanity to an abomination." A gunshout sounded as the pistol fired, followed by a delayed shot from the shotgun. The delay caused a twitch in Kakeru's aim, and the round went to the right a bit.
 
The girl's eyes narrow a bit as she studies the bullets flying towards her. She leaps to the side yet again, only seeing that there was another coming at her to the right. Almost instictavely, she wanted to embrace the bullets, embrace death itself, but she knew she couldn't do that. ((Besides, if she died I wouln't have a character to play!))

Moments later, the clink of metal hitting pavement fills the air. The girl stood before them once again, not on the ground, dead. She was bent over, for she had ducked to avoid them. There was still calmness in her eyes however as she turned her head eerilly, a half smile on her face and her green eyes wild, with almost a crazed look in them. Her red hair hangs lazilly around her pale face and her lips part, revealing her pointed teeth to speak.

"If I am what you call an 'abomination,' then what are you? Don't think I don't know what you are, you are a theif. A scoundrel. You too are what you call an 'abonination.' So, I guess that makes us similiar in a way..." she straightens up, pushing her hair back as she taps her sword onto the ground, almost impatiently. "I steal blood, you steal items. Really, it makes no difference, none at all. We both steal something from others, so that makes us both theives, both similar..." her voice was toying, almost hypnotic as she spoke. She licks her teeth before continuing, facing the man who held the flamethrower.

"I hear you mortals call us vampires the 'undead.' So, may I ask you...How can you kill something that is half dead? And why do you wish to kill us? You are part of the Slain, are you not? I can tell because of all the items to carry with you. I pity you, for I was sent to kill anybody assiociated with that group."

"So, are you the one who they call Yaela?" a male vampire asks, his deep black hair flowing in the wind. Neither of them casted a reflection on the mirror behind the two, and Yaela wondered why he even had it.

"Indeed, I am called Yaela."

"So, you take in calls for assisination, do you not?"

"Aye."

"Well, I have an asignment for you," the vampire says, getting up from behind his desk and going over to her to touch her shoulder, almost in a fatherly way. Yaela says nothing, but the man could tell that she is keen to hearing.

"There is a group of medeling humans who wish to kill off the vampire race. They call themselves the Slain. Though no matter how foolish their quest is, they still pose as a threat. Now, I want you to kill any member of the Slain you meet."

"How much do you pay?"

"As much as you want, pretty..."

Yaela says nothing, but grins, standing up and unsheathing her bloodied sword. "Ah, my sword thirsts for blood..." she growls, looking at it lovingly. She turns to face the male vampire, "And so do I."
 
This was disturbing, she had dodged the flames. That in itself was most annoying, the fire was one of his best weapons and it had rarely failed, but he accredited this to the fact that Zen?s tank was running low, so of course the inferno wouldn?t have been nearly as potent as usual. Speaking of which, ammunition and supplies hadn?t been given to him in at least two weeks, they were running dangerously low. It would be suicide to continue this fight much longer, already the majority of his firearms were empty, with only a few containing any shots whatsoever.

He stepped forward, it was only a minor tap of his shoes that nobody noticed in the heat of Wraiths blasting and the demons swift, yet sloppy, evading movements. Argh, he thought to himself, eyes sullenly glaring, she?s not some amateur, I bet she?s been doing this for awhile, certainly has the flare for basics. I just can?t keep this up any longer, I haven?t eaten in nearly a day and I don?t have the firepower to keep it up! There?s only one chance?I?ll only have one shot, but there?s no way it?ll miss. It can?t?I hope.

Sean?s face distorted into a grimace while the monster spoke to Bandit Wraith, a frost clinging to her voice. This is the only way we?ll do this without pulling out defenseless or dead?or worse?but it won?t kill her! ****! If it works she?ll sustain injuries?but there?s no doubt that one as experienced as her will be able to remain conscious and make a run for it. She won?t know that this is my last shot?it would be foolish to stay if I had more of these, anyway. Well, the coins in the air now, let?s hope I called it right.

She still spoke, and Sean?s fingers deftly turned a small meter on the handle of his flamethrower, a motion not noticeable by anyone during this drama. If one could have seen Zen?s screen, which nobody could in their current positions, their eye would have caught the change; he was switching all reserve power and petrol to one wave in the flamethrower and converting the nozzles internal mechanism. Showtime.

It happened in a moment, possibly less. Turning her head, the vampire began asking him a question, most probably dripping with irony, but she never was able to finish her inquiry. While the last blast of fire had been a nearly straight line of searing combustion, this one allowed little room for such an escape. The blaze shoot out in more of a cone, extending from the nozzle and reaching a cylinder with a diameter of ten feet within two yards of the weapon, all of whose area was erupting with inferno. The blast was diffused enough to reach a diameter of twenty feet by three yards, and growing exponentially until it finally died out fifteen feet away. The charm of this plan was that escape would be difficult, although it was most certainly possible, the flaw was that, although wide, the flames were so spread out that they did not completely incinerate whatever they touched, only set it aflame and caused pain unimaginable.

Sean growled, hoping for the best; this was their last chance. At least if she tried to turn them into vampire, they?d fight long enough for her to burn to death before getting to a water supply, even if they were converted in the process. If she got hit, that is.
 
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