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Post by Ahmose on Oct 7, 2009 20:07:18 GMT -5
Ahmose was heading to Sekhmet's house, he was in one of those maker moments. He wanted to ask Sekhmet if she could help find Marajan, though she didn't know who she was. He wanted to tell her and he didn't care if Jack was there or not. But what he didn't know was only Jack was home that night.
Ahmose walked in because he was aloud and when he did he didn't sense Sekhmet so he went to wait for her. He walked to the living room and sat down on the couch and went into his vampire space. When he heard a noise and went to investigate. And what he found he disliked a lot.
{{sorry it's so short,sucky starter}}
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Post by Sue Mett on Oct 8, 2009 20:16:02 GMT -5
Sue had been lounging up in her room, sprawled out on the couch. At the moment, she had company, a human. Not just any human, but a massuse. He was in his late twenties, scruffy, a tint of wild, just the way she liked it, but she was not drinking from him, instead, he was massaging her back. Even a vampire enjoyed getting a good massage. As his fingers trailed along his back, she heard a noise at the front door, someone had entered. It could not just be anyone because she could tell it was a vampire, and the vampire would not be able to enter unless he had previous permission.
Immediately, her eyes flew open and she glared at the open door out of her room before she felt secure again. The feeling of Ahmose's presense immediately soothed her, although she knew that Jack was in ther house some where and that would not be good, there was no reason for her to get up from her massage, not at the moment, so she remained where she was, listening closely to what would happen next, if anything happened. If Ahmose wanted to see her, he could find his own way to her room, she was not going to get up.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Oct 11, 2009 17:11:42 GMT -5
Sitting in his room alone Jack was flipping through a history book, shaking his head at the inaccuracies of the historians. They were such fools, guessing at what life was like in the 15th century with such random calculations and so called evidence. He threw the book down and reached for the warm bottle on his desk.
He knew Sekhmet had some arrangement with a human, she paid him and he rubbed her back. He felt a little jealous that a mere human was given the chance to serve his maker in such a way. Though of course Jack assumed he could not provide the same services and so he decided to let it go. Though he kept his senses alert in case the human decided to try something other then what he was paid for.
He leaned back in the chair and felt the air change around him. "Ahmose." He whispered with a frown. He was here and Jack felt the anger rise in his gut. He had told his maker what would happen if they met again, but she had enforced her rules. He would not kill him, but that would not stop him hurting Ahmose.
He slowly stepped from his room and walked downstairs to find Ahmose in the living room. His whole body tensed in fury at the mere sight of the vampire. His fists clenched and his eyes flashed with insanity. Slowly he approached Ahmose with a deep frown. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He growled. "Get out now!"
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 12, 2009 16:30:43 GMT -5
Ahmose looked up as he heard footsteps, though very low. He gave a wicked smile as he saw who it was. Ahmose had the most fun torturing Jack and he thought it even more fun when the poor young vampire became mad. And of course he was and Ahmose was even more deadly then anyone knew but he choose not to show. He felt better when he was being the trouble maker.
Ahmose saw the insanity and madness that Jack was feeling. He got up in vampire speed before looking in his eyes and showing the evil within. "Who are you to tell Me what to do?" he growled.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Oct 13, 2009 14:02:33 GMT -5
Suddenly Ahmose had decided to bring the fight to Jack, though this was a test of intimidation. A test which Jack would never back down from, save when it was his maker scorning him, for he ignored all dangers to his life when around Sekhmet, her will came first and if she so decided that Jack should go on a suicidal attack he would without question.
Jack was afterall, by his nature, insane and psychotic, so nothing would phase him. He stepped up closer to Ahmose, mere millimeters from his face and he grinned. "It wasn't a request." He whispered. "I told you to get out, if you don't..." He paused and took his eyes away from Ahomse's, glancing at the floor, before sharply turning back to the older vampire with a thunderous right hand uppercut heading to his chin.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 13, 2009 16:51:37 GMT -5
Ahmose looked in to Jack's eyes with disgust on who he thought he was. Ahmose was way older and knew that and treated people younger then him horribly. And all he wanted was to torture Jack. That was Ahmose's favorite game and when people get annoyed that just makes it a lot more fun.
"This isn't your house so you really can't tell me where to go." The only person Ahmose ever takes orders from is Sekhmet and of course his Area Sheriff and State Royalty. Ahmose saw as Jack swung his hand at him and when it hit, all Ahmose did was laugh. He swung his own hand straight to Jack's nose just to see the blood. That was Ahmose's favorite part of the fight, the blood and nothing more.
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Post by Sue Mett on Oct 17, 2009 11:58:02 GMT -5
((continue with the fight, I will join before you two rip off each other's heads))
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Oct 17, 2009 14:13:51 GMT -5
The power from Ahmose's jab was far more then Jack's. The younger vampire stumbled backwards, clutching his nose. Blood dripped from the nostril, but the flow quickly stopped as the broken bone cracked back into place, one of the major plus points of being a vampire.
He let the blood dry and stain his face, looking back to Ahmose with a sudden manic grin, eyes wide and suddenly filled with an energy rarely seen. A part of his old soul had been awoken, the viking berserker which had laid dormant for centuries since Sekhmet and Jack had separated. He crouched low and snarled. The berserker clenched his fists and cracked his neck. He was in full battle mode, the memories of the viking battles of old taking control of his body.
Before him the enemy stood, and not just any enemy, an enemy which induced such hatred within the younger vampire. He dived forward with arms outstretched to grab the older vampire in his clutches. He was going to tear off Ahmose's head. His hands aimed for his neck, he no longer cared for his own safety, he just wanted to kill and destroy.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 18, 2009 9:42:24 GMT -5
Ahmose smiled as the blood ran down Jack's nose. Though it didn't stay that way, vampires heal quickly. And he noticed as Jack became very violent and the anger that flashed in his eyes. This is what Ahmose was trying to get out of him. When this fight was over, he would probably stop messing with Jack and find a new victim.
As Jack came straight for him, Ahmose dashed sideways in vampire speed and was away before Jack got near him. "Come on Jacky..You can do better than that." Ahmose ran towards Jack, so fast only someone older than him could escape. He wanted to land on him, to be able to tear his head off.
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Post by Sue Mett on Oct 21, 2009 17:34:38 GMT -5
Sue had been enjoying her massage when a loud crashing noise caused her eyes to shoot wide open. In her prime days (which never faded), she would have been down there in a second, but the years had made emergencies such as this a bit less in need of immediate attention. Instead, she sauntered down the stairs, her hand lightly ran along the marble banister on the stairs until she reached the bottom and moved towards the sounds of fighting. By the smell of it, Ahmose and Jack were fighting, just like she figured they would one day. Introducing them was probably not the best idea, but what was done was done.
She knew what each was capable of, no matter how much older Ahmose was or how violent Jack could become, there would be one winner: her. Her arm outstretched to grab Ahmose's neck while her right arm reached out for Jack's neck. It was much faster than it had taken her to get down there, but she could grab them in mid air simply because she was their maker. She was silent, just the action of reaching for both of their necks at the same time spoke enough about how she felt on this fight.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Oct 22, 2009 16:28:33 GMT -5
The violence had escalated dramatically and now both vampires were attempting to tear each other's heads off. Jack welcomed the fight, though logically he could not win for Ahmose was the elder and so the more powerful, however logic was something long forgotten. Jack was enraged and furious at the mere sight of Ahmose.
The speed of the fight was intense and Jack could only just keep track and as Ahmose charged the air around them changed. Jack roared and charged but stopped dead in his tracks. The rage flowing through his body did not stop though. The hand wrapped around his throat prevented Jack from getting close to Ahmose but he still thrashed and growled.
It was then he slowly came to the realisation that it was his mistress breaking up the fight. Though she would usually produce a calming affect on the viking, at that time, with his berserker rage active, he no long acknowledged her. His eyes locked Ahmose in a furious stare. "I'll kill you!" He cried in anger with arms outstretched, trying to reach for Ahmose.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 22, 2009 17:42:43 GMT -5
Ahmose knew the fight was escalating into something more deadly then he thought it would be. He wasn't scared knowing that he would come out of it alive but scared. But inches from Jack he felt a hand on his throat. One he could tell was Sekhmets.
Ahmose watched as Jack got even more furious not even noting he presence of there maker. "Not if I get to you first," he sneered trying to push his way to Jack. He liked Sekhmet a lot but not like it seemed Jack did. He knew his fun was over. He'd leave Jack alone and put his fun on someone else. A human, unlike his old toy, something sweet and innocent. "If only I could reach your I'd tear you into pieces."
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Post by Sue Mett on Oct 23, 2009 1:43:46 GMT -5
All of the bickering quarrels did tend to get just slightly annoying after a while, but Sue would find a way to deal with it. Jack and Ahmose seemed to ignore that she included herself in the fight, even if she had her hand wrapped around both of their necks. It was strange that they acted like such children when they really were so much older. Still, maybe this could be a bit more interesting than she had anticipated. Slowly, she let go of first Ahmose and then Jack. Really, she would have let go of Jack first, but it seemed that Ahmose would not be the one to charge the second she let go, he would take a millisecond to ensure he was allowed.
"No killing, any blood shed will need to be cleaned up," she said, as if setting down the guidelines for the fight. She had not seen either of her creations in action and it seemed the perfect opportunity to assess them both.
((sorry it is short, brain fart))
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Oct 26, 2009 16:00:59 GMT -5
As soon as Sekhmet spoke Jack's world came into focus. He suddenly realised what she was doing and that to disobey her would only result in what he feared most: disappointing her. His body was still tense from the anger and fury coursing through his body and his extreme urge to destroy Ahmose.
As she released her grip on his neck Jack slowly de-escalated his emotional state, but it would take a long time for him to bring his state back down to a base level of calmness. He was trying his best to stem the aggression inside but it was fruitless. For mere seconds he stood, trying his best to gain control of his own actions again, but the berserker rage was too much, especially when he was in such close proximity to the one he despised so much.
He stood still before the two of them, even appearing to have calmed down, his facial expression changing to one of docile calmness. But in a flash it was thrown away and replaced with the anger and psychotic behavior that Jack relished. In speed only fitting of a vampire and charged, diving shoulder first to tackle Ahmose to the ground where speed would count for naught and Jack could try to thrust his thumbs through Ahmose's eyes.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 26, 2009 19:34:20 GMT -5
Ahmose was just begining to calm down when he finally noticed what Sekhmet was saying. She was gonna let them fight, something she was trying to keep them from doing. Something Ahmose kept trying to get to happen. He enjoyed annoying people until they go overboard and he would be able to hurt them. When she let go he stood there for a little, contemplating on if he should let Jack charge first or if he should. He also wanted to make sure he was allowed to do this.
Ahmose looked up right as Jack began to charge at him, and before he can move, he was pinned. He wasn't going to let Jack get his hands anywhere near his face or throat. Sekhmet said no killing, so he'd just hurt. And deal with the cleaning up process. He moved where his arm was out enough to make a sharp blow to Jack's jaw. Hoping for the shed of blood, since that was what Ahmose enjoyed most of the fight.
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