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Phoenix Ayden Wolfe
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 7, 2013 8:04:18 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 7, 2013 8:04:18 GMT

He sprinted down the cemetery, looking back to see that the vampire was still on his trail. He breathed heavily, continually yelling "dammit!" in his head at the situation he had put himself in. He thought it would be a good idea to pay a midnight visit to the cemetery after the revelation of him being a vampire slayer, by Janelle's watcher. And Janelle was a vampire slayer as well, and he was still grasping the idea that he was one himself. How was all this even happening? He figured out he wasn't normal, especially when he was attacked by vampires and on the brink of death before finding an escape out of there. And he figured he wasn't because suddenly he was experiencing a boost in his stamina and strength when he unintentionally broke a doorknob in the house, which his father was kind enough to fix after scolding him on how the hell that happened, which was difficult to explain his way out of. He just wasn't the type to follow orders or take direction well, and he needed to play things out first-hand for himself. He understood why there were watchers, but technically he wasn't the slayer belonging to that watcher, so he didn't really have to listen anyway.

He played football, he knew he could run all day, but how about these guys? Sure, they were vampires, being supernaturally empowered and all. But still, it wasn't like they were used to running naturally. They didn't usually chase their prey did they, they usually just snuck up on them and made a move then and there didn't they? Maybe it would've been the smart thing to ask more questions about vampires and be more prepared for what was to come. Hell, even throw in a few watcher-slayer training exercises to make sure he was really battle ready for this. But that was the normal thing to do, the Phoenix thing to do was be all young, stupid and reckless and take matters into his own hands and likely get himself killed. He saw an opening for escape up ahead, however stopped in his tracks as another vampire emerged from a grave and begun stalking its way towards him. Should he still be calling it a "he" or was "it" the appropriate word for this being now? Maybe he could've asked that to if he wasn't reckless enough to do his own thing! Well there would be time for these additional questions later, if he managed not to get himself killed tonight.

He looked around as the two vampires surrounded him, and he inhaled nervously. Well, he was pretty much screwed now. He was outnumbered, Phoenix: one, vampires: two. Which again meant, he was screwed! He sighed as he once again scanned the two vampires approaching him. "Truce? You know, I was just curious as to how fast you guys could run, I didn't mean any harm...Truce?" Argh, what had he gotten himself into. Now was that time when it would be very beneficial for someone to fly in and rescue him. What were the chances of that happening? Who just "flew in" to rescue someone, least of all him? One of the vampires charged towards him as if about to behead some roman soldier in a war, and he panicked and ducked, the vampire flying over the top of him. He nervously pulled out his stake, shocked that the vampire was on the ground, but quickly recovering. Oh no, he was once again, still screwed! The other vampire went to grab him, but he instinctively blocked the vampire's grip and kicked him in the chest, resulting in the vampire stumbling back. Woo hoo! And Phoenix has the ball and is running with it! Well, maybe not a ball, but a kick to the gut of a vampire was close enough, right? He decided to be proactive and went towards one of the vampires, lunging the stake towards its heart and stabbing it, before realizing that was the vampire's right side. Dammit, why didn't he take on anatomy! How stupid could he get, seriously? The vampire was angry and pulled the stake out and tossed it to the ground. Now he was a slayer without a weapon, that was helpful! The vampire lunged towards him and he grabbed the vampire, falling backwards as he tossed the vampire over him. He quickly ran over and picked up the stake, but the other vampire gripped him and pulled him to the ground, the stake sent straight into the vampire's heart on impact!"Awesome!" He stated, feeling proud of his work. Maybe he wasn't going to die tonight after all! But then he realized he had vampire remains over him and begun coughing, quickly getting back to his feet and brushing himself down. He looked on at the other vampire, who looked nervous and took off. He laughed confidently. "Yeah, you run away! I would've taken you, too! Tell everyone the slayer is in town, and he is kicking asses and taking names!" He smirked, before putting the stake back into his jacket and walking down the cemetery. Maybe it was time to call it a night?

Last Edit: Oct 8, 2013 7:31:02 GMT by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe

Azrael Aurelius
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 7, 2013 23:48:53 GMT

Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 7, 2013 23:48:53 GMT

"A Slayer..?"

The voice echoed throughout the quiet cemetary, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. The voice sounded almost amused, but had a cold lining that made it obvious he wasn't a very friendly person. As a cloud moved away from the moon, the light shone down on cemetery, illuminating the face of Azrael as he watched the boy from his perch on top of a mausoleum nearby, squatting down with his feet near the edge and his elbows resting on his knees, he watched the boy with curiosity for a moment longer before continuing.

"This is the first time I've met a Slayer with your particular....... equipment." He said with a smirk, leaning forward to drop down silently from the edge of the mausoleum, not so much as disturbing even the fallen leaves as his feet seemingly glided towards the ground. He moved with precision, sophistication, intelligence, his every movement and word displaying the predator that was within. He brought a hand up to scratch at his chin as he walked around the boy, looking him up and down,inspecting him. He had to have been freshly called, the kid was uncoordinated, didn't seem to have much discipline, and there wasn't a Watcher in sight. It seems the kid had picked a bad day to start being a Slayer.

"And where is your Watcher..? The night is a dangerous place for a young Slayer to be without any back up..." he spoke, a twinkle of amusement in his eye once again. He was playing with the kid, savoring his meal before he decided to take it. He hadn't drank a Slayer in a very, very long time, and from what he remembered their blood was the sweetest he'd ever had.

He originally hadn't been sure why he'd felt drawn towards the small town of Midnight Harbour, but now coming across this Slayer he had a feeling it had something to do with the treat before him. If there were male Slayers in this town, what other kind of oddities would he find? Next thing he would come across a demon that didn't like eating kittens...

He could see the dust lining the boy's face and shirt, evidence of the vampire he'd killed moments before. Azrael felt indifferent about the dead kin of his, although they were similar creatures Azrael considered himself above the average vampire. He was the oldest vampire he had known besides Alala and now that she was dead, he felt like a shark in a small pond of guppies. Even vampires themselves tended to stay away from Azrael, he'd developed quite a reputation of having a sudden and very deadly temper problem when dealing with others, it was rumored that he'd once destroyed an entire vampire's nest because they had attacked the establishment he'd planned on attacking himself later in the night.

"Got one did you..?" He said, indicating the dust on the boy's shirt. He could feel the weight of his sword attached to his back, knew the blade was clear in the scabbard, knew that if any moment the boy foolishly tried to attack, that he would be ready.

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Patrolling |Open| Oct 8, 2013 7:46:42 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 8, 2013 7:46:42 GMT

"A Slayer..?"

His heart begun racing and he gasped softly as he turned to the echoing voice of another man, obviously referring to him. Great work Phoenix, just get all cocky and tell the world you are a slayer! Great way to attract attention onto yourself. The voice of the man was cold, and he had a feeling this man was also a vampire, what lurking in a cemetery at this time of the night and all. It didn't take a genius to put one and one together. As he scanned the man, he could see it more evidently. Just the way the man held himself, the cold stare in his eyes which invoked fear inside Phoenix, and the way this man dressed. It all pointed towards vampire. Meh, so what! He had already proven he kicked vampire ass tonight, this man didn't want any of that, now did he? Unless he actually wanted to be slain tonight, or something, which would be very strange. Why was this vampire just lurking and talking to him, rather than attacking him like all the other vampires? Then it hit him. This man probably wasn't like other vampires, which did make him feel slightly uneasy about the whole situation now. He wasn't even sure if he could retain his confidence, because he was beginning to worry about what was to come if this vampire was more than what the others were. He had only started fighting vampires, like now, how was he supposed to take one like this man if he was right in his assumption?!

He continued looking on at the man as he spoke, not sure if the vampire was cracking a joke or being entirely serious. He noticed the smirk pierce the vampire's lips, but with vampires it was difficult to tell as they did have a weird humour to them. What he found funny, Phoenix wasn't laughing at. Maybe he normally would laugh at this man's attempt at a joke, but considering the stakes and the tenseness he was feeling right now, he wasn't sure that anything could potentially lighten the mood. He knew what the vampire was referring to, however, as he had been told that a male slayer had never happened before and Phoenix was an impossible case. Why wasn't this vampire more suprised? Ruined the mood, slightly and his advantage. He pulled the stake out of his pocket, staring blankly back towards the vampire. "Well, different equipment in some ways, but still the same ol' piece of wood that you lot love so much. Can't be too original, now can I?" He was trying to gain some confidence and show this vampire that he wasn't afraid of him. In many ways he wasn't afraid of this vampire, however he was afraid of what this vampire was capable of and what this meant for Phoenix. He was still young, he didn't want to die this young! If that was the case, he wished he never had this so called 'gift' or destiny in the first place. He had so much to do in his life, and getting slaughtered by a vampire in a cemetery was the last thing he could possibly think of happening to him.

He was feeling more uneasy as he watched the vampire circling him as he spoke. He didn't turn to move, feeling cold and almost 'stiff' to which he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His eyes followed the man, however, just to keep his guard up in case this vampire tried something. He hoped these slayer reflexes were as good as they sounded. Enough to fend off this man's attempts, anyway. And then he could try the running like crazy thing again, but not stop this time. He scoffed at the vampire's next comment. "Watcher, really? I don't need one of those. Did you see a watcher 'watching' my back out here tonight? I'm not afraid of you! I don't need any backup..." Okay, that was probably a lie, but he wasn't going to tell this to the vampire, now was he? He had to at least give the perception that he was confident in standing up to this vampire, but he just had something about him which made him nervous. He smirked softly as the vampire commented on his slay. "Yeah, and you could be next if you decide to do anything stupid. I do need some more practice, kicking your ass will probably do that idea justice." He continued to smirk, teasing the vampire, hoping he wouldn't regret doing that later. He continued to look on, slightly confused at the vampire's lack of doing anything. "Well, aren't you going to do anything, or just continue to stand there and bore me?"

Azrael Aurelius
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 8, 2013 18:56:54 GMT

Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 8, 2013 18:56:54 GMT

He listened to the boy attempt a cocky return to his mention of the extra "equipment" he possessed. A small chuckle was the only response he gave, shaking his head slightly at the boy's words. He was brave, he'd give him that, but there were times that bravery would simply get a person killed. Either way Azrael wasn't concerned, he'd faced Slayers before, much more capable and experienced Slayers than the one infront of him, and he was still alive. He'd even managed to kill a Slayer during the American Revolutionary War, to this day it was the most electrifying blood he'd ever had the pleasure of partaking in, it made him want more.

"Is that so..?" He asked curiously, his right eyebrow arching. "Because to me it seemed you barely escaped those two vampires with your life. A Watcher would have instructed you to not go out patrolling when you barely know how to handle a stake. You survived because the first vampire was stupid enough to fall upon your stake, you think the second vampire was running from you...?" An amused tone to his voice once more. Truth was the second vampire had felt Azrael's presence, he had developed quite a reputation among his kin, and they feared him for good reason.

He listened to the boy's threats, the amusement almost immediately dropping from his face as a dark energy could be felt within the air. For a split second it would almost seemed as if Azrael's eyes flashed a glowing blood red color, his entire body becoming rigid with anticipation. "...oh?" Was his only response as he stepped back, opening his body towards the kid, as if giving him an invitation to attack. He had his arms clasped as the wrist behind his back, and although it looked like he wasn't ready to receive an attack, he was more than prepared for it.

Finally he brought his right hand upwards, palm up, bringing his fingers towards himself in a 'come at me' motion. "The aggressor is typically the one who makes the first move.." Was the ethics of battle lost throughout the centuries? Azrael was only having conversation, albeit a threatening one, but he hadn't made any indication of attack yet. He didn't know why, but he almost felt sorry for the kid, like it would be a shame to kill him this early on in his Slaying career before he could reach his full potential. No, Azrael made his mind up then that he wouldn't kill the kid, simply because the challenge he would prove to be later once he gained experience was too tempting for him to turn away. There was one thing Azrael loved more than killing, and that was fighting a skilled opponent.

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Patrolling |Open| Oct 8, 2013 19:15:33 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 8, 2013 19:15:33 GMT

He raised an eyebrow, sighing as the vampire begun to lecture him. He really hated being lectured by anyone in general, and he definitely wasn't going to be lectured by a vampire of all things! "Hey, I handled those vampires well enough on my own, thanks mate. Who do you think you are just randomly popping up and lecturing me about what I should be doing and who I should be listening to? I'm not going to listen to a watcher, and I'm sure as hell not going to listen to you! A vampire!" He scoffed, continuing to share down the man before him. He was already becoming slightly angry just listening to this man rattle on. Why was he talking so much, weren't vampires supposed to just attack and then be dusted? He was growing impatient, and as much as he did enjoy an exchange of wits from time to time, doing so with a vampire wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. He was a less talk, more action kind of a guy. Clearly this vampire wasn't, or he would've made a move on Phoenix already. He was really bewildered at this vampire right now and what his motives were.

He chuckled, continuing on from where he ended it previously. "Well, yeah that vampire was running from me. You know, being vampire slayer and all. I'm quickly learning that just saying that seems to invoke a hell of a lot of fear in those guys." But it wasn't invoking any fear whatsoever in this vampire, which was a shame. Would've made things easier and more interesting. But when was anything going to be easy anymore after finding out about this so called "destiny" he possessed now? He was probably going to be lucky to survive the night the way he was going. He was very confident, more so than what was actually good for him. But it was a way of hiding his weaknesses and flaws. Its his poker face, why show all your hand straight away, when you can hide them and bluff, using that to his own advantage? Not that he needed to bluff or anything, he was positive this vampire was going to get his ass kicked today, courtesy of Phoenix. But only time would tell.

He shrugged as the vampire decided to throw some battle formalities in there. "Do us slayers need to do all the work around here? You can't even throw me a bone, your just going to stand there and continue to circle me whilst lecturing me? If your whole strategy is based around trying to lecture me to death, I've got some harsh reality for you mate, not gonna happen." He kept his watchful gaze on the vampire just in case he tried a sneaky move. But it didn't seem like the vampire was going to attack anytime soon, which was frustrating him. Guess it was his turn to make the first move. Guess he would see how good he really was, taking on this vampire. He eyed the vampire blankly, before grabbing the stake back out of his jacket pocket and throwing it towards the vampire, but he didn't expect it to successfully hit the vampire. If he listened to anything from the watcher, it was that they had Spiderman like reflexes. He then lunged forward, jumping into the air and aiming a kick towards the chest of the vampire, hoping to catch him off guard and strike some fear in the vampire.

Azrael Aurelius
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 8, 2013 19:26:48 GMT

Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 8, 2013 19:26:48 GMT

A true smile graced his lips as the boy started the attack. The thrill of combat was everything to Azrael, he loved the danger, the risk involved in fighting to the death with another creature, the challenge they provided him, the ability to dominate any opponent that was stupid enough to cross him, it made him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in nearly two thousand years.

Time seemed to slow around Azrael as his battle reflexes kicked into high gear, the boy's movements even seemed sluggish like he was moving in water. Azrael watched as the stake flew towards him, rotating end over end, the effects of his enhanced perceptions almost making the stake seem as if it had after-trails following its forward motion. With lightning quick precision his right hand snapped outwards, grabbing the stake between his index and thumb finger as the tip was barely an inch from his chest. He laughed audibly as he crumbled the wooden stake between his fingers, easily crushing it into wood chips, letting them blow away with the wind as he watched the boy approach, starting his follow-up attack.

He was disappointed as he watched the boy fly towards him, his form was terrible, he'd placed almost no weight on his back leg before he had leapt, making his kick only half as strong as it could have been and with the way he awkwardly had his arms at his sides it would be all too easy to knock him off balance. It was apparent that this boy had little to no training at all.

He shifted his weight to his right, moving his body and side-stepping the attack, at the same time he turned his body towards the left, bringing his right knee upwards and snapping his right foot towards the back of the boy as he began to fly past him. With the boy's forward momentum he didn't see any way he could block the attack, which should land squarely between his shoulders and should knock him to the ground. Azrael was precise in his movements, his years of experience showing in his every action.

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Patrolling |Open| Oct 8, 2013 19:47:08 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 8, 2013 19:47:08 GMT

He barely had time to notice that the vampire had caught the stake and crushed it in his hand. Well, that was bloody useful. Now he had no weapon which would be able to stop the vampire. All he could hope for now was that the sun would decide to come out a bit earlier or something and cause this vampire into retreat, or the better scenario, burn his ass into smithereens. Or just dust. The vampire then managed to block his attack and as Phoenix was reaching the surface of the ground again, he felt a hard blow to the back of his spine, causing him to crash hard into the dirt hard. He wiped his face as he slowly got back to his feet, turning to eye the other vampire, now he was pissed off. He thought he would have caught this vampire off guard, but clearly that wouldn't be the case today. Now it seemed like they would be having an all out brawl, which actually suited him and he wasn't afraid of a fight, and fighting a vampire was even more motivation for him. This vampire may have made him look like an idiot, but it was nowhere near over yet. He underestimated this vampire, but it wasn't going to happen again.

He chuckled softly as he looked on at the vampire, a confused look on his face now. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Your different to the others, I can see that. But don't think that's going to make any difference." Once again, he was showering confidence to hide the fact that he was beginning to be scared of the repercussions of coming out here so unprepared. He was going to be known as the idiot slayer who died because they didn't listen to the watcher or anyone else and did their own thing. Well, at least he took down one vampire with him, and caused another one to flee in terror, which probably wasn't even because of him. It didn't matter what thoughts were racing through his mind, he wasn't going to let this vampire best him, not now, not ever. And he wasn't going to let this vampire think he was anything special, either. Because if Phoenix had things his way, this vampire wouldn't be lasting too much longer. He was fast and had agile movements, but Phoenix was only getting started. It would take a lot more than a kick to his spine to keep him down, as he was slowly learning himself. A blow like that could probably fracture a rip or do damage to his back, but the pain was wearing off by the second and he was feeling back in the mood to dish out some ass kicking to a certain vampire who quickly got on his bad side.

He stared on now blankly, no more smirk on his expression as he eyed the vampire intently. He didn't want to make a wrong move, but at the same time he wanted to catch the vampire off guard too and dish out a beating off his own, just to give this vampire a taste of his own punishment. And in doing this, he had to also improvise and devise a plan on how he was going to slay this vampire now that his stake was nothing more than crumbled wood, and the sun wasn't going to be out for hours. Something was telling him this fight wasn't going to last for hours. He shot forward again, aiming a punch straight for the head of the vampire. It was almost like those dart board targets, except he was aiming his fist at the vampire-fist board. Hey, fighting vampires was a good way of dealing with anger management issues.

Azrael Aurelius
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 11, 2013 18:58:39 GMT

Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 11, 2013 18:58:39 GMT

"I'm not just any vampire, child...." He said, a hint of arrogance to his voice as he reached towards his suit jacket, beginning to undo the buttons themselves before sliding the very expensive looking black suit top off of his shoulders, leaving just the white undershirt. He calmly laid the suit jacket over a nearby headstone, reaching up to loosen the links around the cuffs of his wrists. The kid was experienced, hard-headed, and would attack without thinking, but he was still a Slayer and gifted with natural speed and strength, so Azrael wanted mobility, he didn't fear for himself in the slightest in this situation, but he was not about to let this kid embarrass him.

"I am an nearly two thousand years old boy...." His eyes beginning to spark with a red glare that seemed to emit it's own light. It was a phenomena that Azrael hadn't witnessed in a vampire before, but then he hadn't known another anywhere near his age, but as he surpassed a thousand years walking the planet, he noticed that his rage would produce physical results in his eyes, he wasn't sure how it worked exactly, but the end result was that his eyes almost seemed to glow red whenever his vampiric face came out. However at the moment he still had his human features on, the red sparkle in his eyes barely noticeable at the moment.

"I am THE vampire!" He roared suddenly, his anger unleashing instantly as his features contorted, eyebrow bulging outwards and turning feral, fangs protruding further outwards even than the average vampire's and his eyes blazed a brilliant bloodred, all this while Phoenix launched his second attack, sending himself flying at Azrael. He didn't move, didn't finch, didn't even try to block. He watched the attack as it came, looked directly into Phoenix's eyes, Phoenix would know that Azrael could dodge it if he wanted to, but instead he stood there and took the punch with full force to his face. There was an audible crack as Azrael's nose-bone snapped, no matter, it would heal in very short time and wouldn't be much of an issue. Azrael however showed no reaction whatsoever to the punch itself, his body didn't even recoil from the force of the blow, and to Phoenix it would have felt like punching a concrete wall.

"Now..." he said simply, bringing his hands up to crack his knuckles, "It's my turn..."

Immediately he launched into a rapid-fire series of snap punches that would land all across Phoenix's chest, a left then right to each pectoral, followed by a closed fist to the stomach and punctuated with the open palm of his right hand sent directly into the middle of Phoenix's chest with an audible THUMP that echoed across the cemetery. He knew the force of the blow after the set up moves that had already weakened his bones would have cracked his rib cage. It may not incapacitate him completely, him being a Slayer and all, but it was most definitely going to hurt like nothing he'd felt before. The attack itself was over as quickly as it began, within the blink of an eye he'd made those four punches and sent Phoenix flying backwards with that final chest-cracking strike. If the kid was smart he would stay down.

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Patrolling |Open| Oct 11, 2013 19:26:39 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 11, 2013 19:26:39 GMT

He rolled his eyes at the vampire's comment. Wasn't this something all vampires were going to say? They are different to the rest, they are better...Yada yada yada. It was nothing he hadn't heard before in his short time doing this, however this vampire may be right. He did seem different than other vampires and he fought differently, and had the upper hand already. And that was not only putting Phoenix under pressure, but also worrying him, too. When he mentioned how old he was, Phoenix's eyes widened in shock. He didn't know how to react to that. This man was nearly two thousand years old!? That was...Nearly twenty centuries! If this many was telling the truth about this, he really was in over his head in this fight, and was probably going to get slaughtered by this man tonight. And he was so young, so much to accomplish, he didn't want to turn into the prey of this vampire, it wasn't fair. Was it too late to quit and go back to being normal and boring again?

He looked on with an annoyed reaction as the vampire begun gloating about how he was "the" vampire. Explained the supernatural occurrences around Midnight Harbour, if this vampire was as powerful as he said he was, something must be here which had sparked his interest, or he wouldn't bother wasting his time, right? Not like wasting time mattered to him, he had survived two thousand years! He didn't say anything, he just stood there, motionless as he tried to devise some plan. What plan was there that this man wasn't going to expect? He had probably seen it all, knew all the tricks and couldn't be one-upped, especially by an inexperienced vampire slayer like he was right now. Even with experience, he couldn't imagine how he could be strong enough to battle with this vampire, given the sheer experience he had over him. And it wasn't like Phoenix was going to reach two thousand years old, hell, he would be calling it lucky to reach seventeen years old the way things were going tonight.

He looked at the vampire startled, and before he could even react, he was feeling hard blows to his chest area. It felt like pain he had never felt before, and there was nothing he could do but embrace it, and before he knew it, he had been flung across the cemetery with brute force. He stayed down for a moment, before slowly getting to his feet. He felt like he had dropped twenty stories from a building, his spine was hurting that much. Slayer healing was going to kick in soon, right? He really needed it right now, or he was in deep, deep trouble. He was pretty much drowning in trouble either way. Where was Janelle? Surely they could both take him down, they were both slayers after all. It was their job, was it not? Or did this vampire just transcend that destiny?

He looked over at the man carefully, as he held his chest area in pain, though trying hard not to let the vampire see the weakness, but the throbbing pain was unbearable. He shrugged as he looked at the vampire, no reaction on his face. "Your right...You are THE vampire. There's nothing I can do, I don't want to die though, so how about we just go our separate ways and all is good, right? Your clearly too powerful for me." Was a vampire even prone to a surrender, or did they just not give two shits? He was going for the later, but hoping for them being open to the idea. He had no stake, and obviously wasn't going to be able to fight the vampire in combat. "Spare me?" He asked curiously, as he gazed at the vampire, awaiting a response.

Azrael Aurelius
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Patrolling |Open| Oct 12, 2013 5:06:16 GMT

Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 12, 2013 5:06:16 GMT

For a few brief moments Azrael was in stunned silence as he watched the boy, listening to his replies. At first it was simply an admission of Azrael's victory and the boy's defeat, but he continued, and it almost sickened Azrael. It was one thing to admit defeat, but this boy was asking him, no.... he was begging him to spare his life. Sure he'd heard people beg and scream many times before, hell it was half of the reason he went out for a kill on certain nights just to hear the raw passion in a person's voice as they screamed for their very life. However this.... this boy was supposed to be a warrior, a Slayer. These were the humans that vampires were supposed to fear, now here he was with, with a boy Slayer at that, asking for his life. If only he had let Alala live to see this day, it would have burned her inside with rage to see Azrael achieve such a perfect victory and not herself.

His upper-lip curled in disgust, prominently displaying one of his magnificent fangs, for a vampire's fangs he found his own quite beautiful, works of art really. He looked down at the boy, shaking his head slightly as he spoke, "Absolutely pathetic.... you are a warrior, not five minutes ago you were a man telling me how you were going to beat my ass, and now you are begging me for your life...?" He chuckled into the night air but there was no amusement in his tone. He really should just kill this boy right now and just put him out of his misery, if he was already giving up then he was in for one hellatious ride as a Slayer. A man accepted his destiny, took his death with pride, dignity, or atleast they had.... had times really changed that drastically?

"Go..... run along home boy. Tell the other Slayer, the real Slayer about me." He said, leaving no indication as to how he knew there was another Slayer besides the boy. He honestly didn't know for sure, but he had to assume that this boy was not called by normal means and that his female counterpart was out there somewhere, and a female is the most dangerous breed you can encounter. "And you had better train... because the next time I kick your ass... if you so much as even think about begging me for your..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, rage exploding across his vampire features. He wanted to take the kid's head between his heads and squeeze it until it popped.

"Don't ever beg for your life. If it is your turn to die, you accept it." He said firmly, and turning swiftly he began to walk away, sophisticated anger guiding his gallant step as he scooped his suit jacket in one smooth motion and slipped it over his shoulders, adjusting it against his frame before he simply seemed to disappear into the night.

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Patrolling |Open| Oct 12, 2013 8:14:05 GMT

Post by Phoenix Ayden Wolfe on Oct 12, 2013 8:14:05 GMT

He listened on, his body aching, as the vampire started lecturing him about being a warrior and how pathetic he was for surrendering instead of fighting. What was with these vampires? They couldn't just walk off, they needed to gloat as well and throw their two cents in too to make things even more frustrating for him. The vampire was wrong though, he wasn't a warrior. He never expected to be facing things this terrifying and strong. He just thought those casual vampire grunts, that was all he would be facing and that once he got more known to his craft and how to handle himself better, he would be able to take them down single-handedly and with ease. Maybe at times an army of them would even come, and he would be able to handle that. But two-fucking thousand year old vampires?! That was not what he signed up for! And he didn't really care if he was chosen for this, because the vampire was right on one thing. There was a female slayer, Janelle. He wasn't even supposed to be here, from what he was told, so why did he have to join in on this fight? The slayers seemed to do fine before them with just one slayer, so what gives if its just Janelle again? He didn't think this was going to be easy, but at the same time, he didn't think it was going to be this impossible! This vampire barely even flinched at his attacks, it was borderline embarrassing. There was basically nothing he was able to do which he could use offensively against this vampire. And heck, he couldn't even maintain a solid defence against this vampire.

He wasn't going to tell the other slayer about this vampire, he wasn't even going to train. As of right now, he was quitting this chosen garbage which was given to him. He didn't want it anymore. Thanks for the cool gift, tried it out, was fun, but now returning it to sender. If he couldn't return it, well he was just going to be a boy with cool powers which he could use to his advantage in day-to-day life. He just didn't want it anymore. This vampire was right, he was pathetic and probably was going to get himself killed, which was why he was steering away from this path as of now. He wanted the simple things back, playing football, dealing with girlfriends, going out to parties with his mates, doing rebellious things behind his dad's back. Those kind of things, not going out to cemeteries and hunting vampires. Maybe it would be his turn to die in the future, but it was going to be because it was meant to happen normally, not because he got slaughtered by a vampire or anything like that.

"I'm not a warrior!" He shouted into the empty cemetery, as the vampire had already taken off and disappeared. He was just a normal young man, who was going to go back to being a normal young man, and go back to doing normal young-man things.

He limped back to his car and begun driving down the street, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and his chest with the other. It was still throbbing in pain, but was slowly getting better, he could feel it healing up slowly. There was no one around, it was too early in the morning for anyone to be out. Before he knew it however, some lady had just ran out in front of his car, and started screaming, then a vampire appeared out of nowhere and he gasped. What the hell, really?! He looked on, a pissy expression on his face that he had to deal with this right now. The girl ran off down an alley, and the vampire followed. He looked on for a moment, before turning his head and continuing to drive off slowly, before sighing as he stopped and turned off the car. He looked back down at the alley for a moment, before slamming a fist down on the wheel and getting out of the car and walking down the alley, trying to ignore the throbbing pain he was feeling in his gut. "Leave her alone." He stated, the vampire turning in shock before he was about to bite into the girl's neck. The girl was crying now and the vampire quickly dropped her, the girl crawling up in the corner. "Who are you?!" The vampire questioned. Phoenix just looked down at the ground to the side, before glancing back up at the vampire. "A warrior?" He shot towards the vampire, more of a statement than a question. The vampire stared for a moment, before running towards the young man. Phoenix quickly moved out of the way, grabbing the vampire by the head and slamming it into the alley wall. He then sent a hard kick to the vampire's spine and begun sending punches of fury to the vampire's head. He soon tackled the vampire to the ground and continued punching the vampire hard and aggressively in the face. "You just hard to get in my way tonight, didn't you? I'm going to slaughter you, and every last one of you that gets in my way.!" He pulled the vampire up, but received a punch to his gut. He staggered for a moment, before kicking the vampire again, and throwing up over near his car. He opened his car door, and dragged the vampire by the head to sit his head just near the car seat. He then looked on motionlessly to the vampire who was in shock, as he slammed his car door, dusting the vampire. He shot a glance back to the girl who was still crying in the corner. He walked over to her slowly, and raised a hand out to her, which she questioned for a moment, but soon accepted and got back to her feet. "Get the hell out of here, yeah. And next time, don't go into alleys?" The girl nodded, but looked on, still looking to be able to move because of the shock. He sighed. "Alright, get in." He might as well make sure the girl was safe, too. It was weird. He felt alive again. He felt like maybe he did have a purpose, after all. And it was actually fun.

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