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Post by Sue Mett on Aug 31, 2009 18:07:06 GMT -5
Nights had been actually been getting more and more boring. There was not that much to do that had anything to do with fun. Now that her nest was finished, she needed to move everything in and some humans were idiots. Even though she was strong enough to move everything on her own, she hired them for a purpose right? Still, she had to do it on her own when they did not get it right. Humans...
Tonight, she just wanted to stay in a Graveyard, being around the actual dead always made her feel better. She was dressed in a long black dress with gold necklaces, earrings and bracelets. A night in a graveyard did not call for heels, so she wore gold flats instead.
Silently, she paced around the graveyard, looking at each and every of the names. Some of the names she recognized from many years ago, oops, one of them died because of her. It was an accident, she did not mean to drain them completely, but there could not be a body in there, she had burned the drained body. Hmph, humans work in different ways.
Her fingers gently grazed the tombstones, her memories transporting back to each of the years listed. If only there were some BC tombstones, but that would have been impossible, or at least improbable. Still, she enjoyed the company of the resting spirits. After all, she used to sleep in graveyards before she lived somewhere long enough to buy a house. Background checks on vampires take too much work though so it took even longer for her to make her background seem as human as possible.
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Post by Damien Black on Aug 31, 2009 20:27:39 GMT -5
Damien had been strolling around the forest minding his own business. It was a nice cool breezy night, which Damien loved. He enjoyed the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. While he was walking through the dark secluded forest he noticed some graves pop up from around a group of trees. Damien then reached the tombstone, then read the name on the grave. He quickly made the sign of the cross on his body and turned his gaze to the other graves within the field.
With haste Damien started to roam through the stationary tombstones, saying a quick prayer for each grave he past. He couldn't stop think of his family as he past through the field, thinking of his mother and father mostly. In sadness he let out a small tear, but before the tear could hit the ground he picked up a scent of vampire. "How dare that vile creature be in my presence" Damien said as he quickly readied his crossbow.
He started to walk closer and closer to the scent, its stench was getting worse with each step that he took. The darkness had clouded his vision but he was still on the vampires trail. Suddenly he spotted the vampire, he had just past a large statue, so he immediately walked back behind the statue and put his back against it. Damien had then started to load his crossbow, cursing the vampire with each arrow he loaded into his magazine. He silently waited and watched the vampire as she looked at the graves.
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Post by Sue Mett on Aug 31, 2009 21:51:52 GMT -5
A scent drifted through the air, an uninviting scent, and that was rare in her current situation. What could possibly be more uninviting than the dead? A small click sounded from nearby and she quickly jerked her head to the statue, smelling everything in the air and listening closely. It was not her night to die again, but it looked to be a fantastic night to cause some trouble around this graveyard. Oh good, someone wanted to play.
With swift speed that only a vampire could achieve, she had made it to the statue and climbed to the top, sitting on the statue of a civil war relic. Thank the d**ned it was not a crucifix tombstone, so many people liked those these days. Glancing down at the one below her, she leaned back, picking the dirt from her finger nails.
"Eenie, meenie, meinie, moe, catch a were by his cross bow. If he hollers, drink him slow, eenie meenie, meinie, moe," she chanted from the top. If there was one thing that displeased her more than humans, they were shifters, the filth of society. Still, he was very good looking, if he did not have a crossbow in his hands, she might have considered a little different form of fun. "Don't you know you shouldn't tread on those you don't understand," she asked, raising her eyebrow as she lowered her gaze directly into his eyes. A vampire knew everything about being dead.
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Post by Damien Black on Aug 31, 2009 22:26:23 GMT -5
Damien watched as the women basically flew up on top of the statue. Her speed was extraordinary but Damien has seen this speed before and he has killed many Vampires with her skills. The women was now hovering over him looking at him with the evil glare that most Vampires gave Weres. The dirt of her finger nails had fallen upon Damien's head which infuriated him. Also the sound of her voice made Damien want to rip out her innards with his teeth.
Without hesitation Damien turned his body all the way around and aimed his crossbow straight at the Vampires heart. With tears running down his face he said to the Vampire "I understand you Vampire and your people, I will kill all of you for you are all the same" He said in response to her comment.
After his quick comeback he gazed into the women's eyes, he noticed that she was not like most vampires. She was quite beautiful in his eyes, but nothing was going to stop him from killing her. "You Vampire who are about to die must know the name of your killer, I am Damien Black, prepare to die" Damien said as he turned his gaze back to her heart. He then violently pulled the trigger of his crossbow straight at her heart, he knew that she was fast enough to dodge it but he had many other plans up his sleeve.
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Post by Sue Mett on Aug 31, 2009 23:17:46 GMT -5
He was rather modest. In fact, he spoke as if he were a Gladiator. Oh how those days were such fun, even the Romans knew that sometimes human can be had in torturing others. All she needed to do was to call out to Jack and no doubt, her creation would rush to her side and it would be two vampires against one lonely werewolf, but who enjoyed those odds? Silently, she watched him aim his crossbow, taking in every move and the second he fired, she disappeared behind the statue.
To be quite honest, Sekhmet had been keeping her second death at bay now for over 3,000 years, a simple crossbow would not do the trick, but it was always good to be modest, never take anything for granted. Sauntering around from behind the statue, she spoke up. "I who am amused at your attempts, am Sekhmet," she said, sort of curtsying, but not in a respectful manner. More like a joke.
Another quick movement and she was behind Damien, she was not directly behind him, by heavens, she would not get that close. Not even Sekhmet would dance with the devil that boldly. Still, she was about 20 paces away from his back. "But you can call me, Sue," she shrugged, her eyes glued to the crossbow. Now she could not die tonight, how ever would she leave Jack with all of her financial loans with her mansion? That was absurd. No, it was best that she live tonight.
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Post by Damien Black on Sept 1, 2009 1:01:26 GMT -5
Damien had watched as the women instantaneously dodged the arrow with her amazing speed. After Damien had heard the women's name he knew that she wasn't afraid to kill someone, infact she would kill Damien right were he stood if it wasn't for Damien's experience in killing Vampires. "This women is different, she is unlike any Vampire Ive killed in the past" Damien thought to himself as she whizzed past him, letting off a cool breeze. He stood there with no fear in his eyes still keeping his back to the women.
Damien would never call a Vampire by their name for he believed that they did not deserve them. With his back still faced to the women he said in a violent tone "Do you think you can scare me Vampire, you are the one who should be scared." He then gingerly turned his body around, then gently lifting his crossbow and aiming at her chest once again. "Will you not put up a fight coward, or should I just finish you off quickly" Damien said as he examined her footing.
He had his crossbow aimed at her chest but he still examined her feet. He was judging where her next move would be, like most vampires it would be behind him so he had a nice little surprise for her if she planned on attacking him from behind. Damien then gazed upon the girl's face once again and said "I have killed many Vampires of your caliber so don't underestimate me creature" He said as he gently pressed down on the trigger. The arrow flew straight for her heart, but before it hit, Damien instantly rolled and shot another arrow where he thought she would run to.
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Post by Sue Mett on Sept 1, 2009 10:55:30 GMT -5
"Oh you're too fun," she smirked. He spoke as if she should be trembling in her boots. One werewolf was nothing compared to how she had lived her days. In Egyptian days, she had faced Israelite riots, further down the road, she had faced Rome's conquest, she had been viewed as a goddess in Egypt, but the Romans and their religion said she was not, so they chased her out of Egypt. When she came across Jack, they had to constantly fight off barbarians. The French Revolution was a mess because she was wealthy, even the War of the Roses and now the Fellowship of the Sun. Her many years of being dead definitely had their threatening days.
"Coward? Far from it," she said as he let the arrow release, she began to run again only to see that once it release, another arrow fired where she meant to go. Immediately, she stopped in the middle so it would not hit her. A few milliseconds of looking from where the arrow was headed where she just stood to where the arrow was headed where she meant to go, she raised both of her eyebrows. At this point, she was directly next to Damien. With her strength, she placed her hand on top of his cross bow and directed it towards the ground.
"If I could let go, I would applaud you. So maybe you are trained in killing vampires, I'm just a bit faster," she said. One mistake she could make was to tell him that she was one of the oldest in the Bon Temps area, that would only make him want to kill her more. Best that she just be that 'oh I'm better but arrogant' vampire. With a quick scan, she looked around to make sure he did not have a stake in his other hand. Not that she could see, but she would be able to react to any movements.
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Post by Damien Black on Sept 1, 2009 14:40:14 GMT -5
The first and second shot had missed the women, which surprised Damien because usually that second shot would be the death of a Vampire. Damien had heard her descant which disgusted him, so he replied in a spiteful tone "You won't be saying that am fun when your insides are scattered across the ground" He was so repulsed that such a beautiful women could even be turned in a vampire, so much that he was on the verge of regurgitating. He kept his mind focused on the women's body and agility.
Before he knew it Damien's crossbow had been aimed directly at the floor, by the power and strength of the Vampire. Now about a couple of feet away he gazed into the women's alluring eyes and said "You say that your faster and I do believe this, but If I transform, I will be much stronger" Damien then turned his gaze back at the crossbow. Her hand had been placed on the front forcing the crossbow Downward toward the ground.
"As you said before you are fast and you are quite strong, but throughout your days of living haven't you learned to never touch your opponents weapon" Damien said as steam started to rise from the womens hand. The front of the cross bow was laced with erotic crosses, made out of sliver. Damien made sure to place the crosses made with sliver at the front of the crossbow and the ones made of gold in the back where he would rest the crossbow on his shoulder and place his hand on it to balance it. Damien only waited for the women, to release the crossbow in pain so that he could finish her off once and for all.
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Post by Sue Mett on Sept 2, 2009 1:08:52 GMT -5
Thinking of the way a vampire's second death occurred could make anyone sick, even a vampire. She shuddered from the thought, it was repulsive and quite difficult to clean up. Still, it was probably not a good idea for her to speak up about vampire deaths if that was the sort of thing he thought of every night before he went to bed. Well, everyone had different dreams these days.
As she found him amusing, a feeling began to build up in her hand ((OOC: beware about saying how her body reacted, it's a g-mod thing)) and she had the sudden urge to pull her hand away. Still, she kept it there, exercising her strength even though the smell of her own burning flesh irritated her nose. Too much contact would not be good though, so she released, bringing her hand up to her face to examine it. It was not very vampiric to grab it and start ouching and oohing, so she just twiddled with her fingers while it healed, watching Damien through her fingers.
"Perhaps you should learn that weapons are for puppies and you look like a big bad wolf," she said, making a pouty face as she placed her hand down by her sides, grabbing her dress and crinkling it over her wound. It felt much better to have something covering it. It did hurt, but only enough to make her bite her tongue until it bled. Although it was delicious to bite her tongue, she hated having this throbbing pain in her hand.
Growling she extracted her fangs. "Try on a fight without your weapon, com'on boy!" she teased and taunted. She had never fought a werewolf before and that would be exciting. She had snapped a werepanther's neck once and killed a werelynx, but never a werewolf.
((OOC: Also, have you read the books? Werewolves are different than the Van Helsing werewolves))
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Post by Damien Black on Sept 2, 2009 23:29:14 GMT -5
(Ya sorry I sometimes mix up the different Rps that am on, wont happen again) (Also no I haven't read the books I explained in my bio how my Werewolf looked so I figured it was ok since it was accepted)
Damien's crossbow was able to repel the women so that she would release her grip upon the weapon. As she let go Damien intsently raised the crossbow and aimed it at her heart once again. "I could do this forever, I would even sacrifice my life to kill you fiend" Damien said as he focused his aim. The women had spoke which made Damien curious so he listened in. Her comment severely angered Damien, but he still listened to her.
After she had finished talking and extracting her fangs Damien replied "You do not even deserve to see me when transformed, you deserve to die by your enemies, the humans, that is why I use a Human made weapon so that Humans and Werewolves will triumph over you Vile vampire." Damien had known that a vampires true enemy is the humans, and they can barely defend themselves against these blood suckers, that is one of the many reasons why Damien brutally kills Vampires.
Damien knew that the sun was going to come up sooner or later. Which meant that all he had to do was fight her until the sun was about to come up then he could just follow her scent back to her resting place and murderer her as she slept. Still aiming at the women Damien let out another arrow, unsure how many arrows he had left he check. Immediately after checking the magazine he shot two more arrows toward her direction. After shooting at her he realized that Sue was probably going to attack him, but he had a nice trick for her if she tried to attack.
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Post by Sue Mett on Sept 7, 2009 19:54:54 GMT -5
((OK, just making sure))
"Oh no, I can do this forever, I can live that long, remember?" she said in a mocking tone, still, this was much more fun than remembering all of those resting in the graves, that seemed to be quite boring at times. Even though the memories tickled her a little bit, fighting was always a good alternative. Humans, in fact, were not enemies of vampires, unless they were the fellowship. Humans were like dog food, dog food is nice and polite and sometimes showers the vampires with their infatuation.
Still, FotS and those kinds of humans were like snakes, they can be killed and eaten by a dog, but they try to bite back as much as they can and sometimes, they succeed with the right amount of poison. "I have no human enemies, weres on the other hand, now you guys are quite tricky. Don't bite the hand that feeds," she said, tempted to pat him on the head, but at the moment, his crossbow was aimed at her heart...yet again...
Again, he fired and again she moved swiftly to keep from getting killed, she did not need a stake in her heart or whatever he was using, she rather liked the outfit she was wearing today. It was time to end all of this, swiftly dodging the last two arrows (one actually caught her outfit and tore it, d**n) she lifted up a RIP slab and tossed it at him with her vampiric strength. If he did not want to give up his weapon, she would create her own.
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