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Homesick. It was a phenomenon that happened to plenty of people and yet, when it hit Harva, she didn't know how to react. When she had first become a demon, oh-so many years ago, she remained in Rome just to avoid the atrocity of homesickness. Sure, she teleported from place to place when it came down to business, but for the most part, she remained near her family. It was only when the Huns invaded that she moved away, and made her permanent home in America. Of course, the pilgrims weren't exactly the most hospitable when they figured out that she didn't age. They hanged her, and for some ungodly reason, she didn't slaughter them.
So, in a mixture of homesickness and an attempt to reevaluate whether or not she was evil, Harv teleported to London for a temporary vacation. She'd heard through the grapevine that there were vampires there who were causing an impressive amount of carnage, and she was anxious to see who they were. The name Angelus was no unfamiliar to her, but with her recent relocation to America, it was only the name she knew. Plenty of vengeance demons spoke very highly of him, so she had no problem with the ten second trip.
Upon arrival, it was still daylight, which meant that she'd have no encounters with vampires for a few hours. In the spare time she had, she figured she'd wander around and take in the sites. It had been a good 150 years since she last visited, as the majority of her work was done in North and South America. Occasionally she traveled to Asia, but that was about it. Her mind was elsewhere, and she was in no condition to take in the sites. For the time being, she would try and figure out whether or not she was evil. It was a question that had just recently began to plague her, and not so much because she cared either way, but rather because she wanted to know who she was aligned with. On one hand, she granted wishes that were beyond imaginable by anyone with a sane or holy soul, and she had no problem with it. However, she didn't usually kill unless it was via a wish, so what did that mean?
Before long, the sun had set, and Harva shook back into consciousness. It wasn't really a vengeance demon thing, but an old habit. Zoning out for hours at a time. Her father used to tell her it was an attribute of the psychic, but she wasn't even close to being psychic. In the near distance, she heard screaming, and her curiosity sent her in that direction. Dressed in a pink silk gown, one with lace and ribbons and a large bustle that flared out and up quite a bit, Harva approached the screaming. Her heelless slippers were silent against the brick road, but she supposed her presence would be known within a few moments.
Obviously she had a lust for material things that were worth money, and she had followed the current fashion trends since even before she had become a demon. Her hair was done in tight curls, and sat tall upon her head. Within a few seconds she came across a trail of blood, and continued to follow it into the nearby alley.
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« Reply #1 on Aug 26, 2008, 10:59pm » | |
It was mid after noon and Angelus found himself holed up in a tavern. His hands danced along the table top and his cold eyes took in his victims. Each woman was just busting at the brim and their hair was undone cascading down their shoulders. Angelus had found himself alone this very evening, his usual traveling company off terrorizing some other part of Europe. Angelus had remembered it well, the day he had turned into a soulless being bent on terrorizing the night.
He had been in his early twenties and drunk as a skunk. He had found her, or more importantly she had found him. Not quite tall, with blond hair and attractive features, she was the definition of blond bomb shell. He had followed her, willing to spend another night with a tramp, a whore, a woman that would fulfill this lust that was a hole. However, she wasn't just the normal woman he had preyed on, no, she was different. She enticed him outside where no one would find them. His brain pretty much stopped thinking as she bit into him. After that he awoke...buried under ground. Pushing at the piled dirt he fought frantically, nails digging at the dirt until he surfaced.
New life had sprang into him and as he surfaced he found her there. Her name was Darla, a vampire, his sire. From there, his blood shed across Ireland was a tide of grief for all. Walking home he had been invited in, so this part would be easy. Once in he was met by his startled mother and father, his father accusing him of drinking again, wasting his life. His sister had thought of him as an Angel, well, if he was an Angel...he'd better change that. He killed them all, didn't leave them alive, nor wasted his time listening to their dieing gasps.
Setting off with Darla he left behind Ireland, but not before laying waste to the village. He was Angelus then, forever would he be. Looking over at one girl in particular he studied her, his hand reaching for a drink. The drink didn't knock him down, nor make him sluggish like he usually was. His brown hair was flattened on his head and he looked out the window to see the sun slowly setting. Watching one woman in particular as she left, he paid for his drink, not wanting to draw attention so soon.
Walking amble like through the dark he sniffed her out, found her within his grasp and placed his hand over her mouth. "Shh, don't make this any harder, ah...move this way." Angelus guided her, feeling her legs kicking. It made him smile a toothy smile and as he had her he shoved her into the wall. As she thought of screaming he took two huge steps and was in front of her, his hands on either side of her. "You are a lady, but the way you dress, you just are wanting, waiting, this is good. You want this...and I can give it to you."
Angelus saw her eyes widen, fear laced in those blue pupils. Her chest was pushed against him and he leaned in, letting her think he was going to kiss her. Her scream was muffled, her eyes closed instinctively. Angelus placed a finger on her lips letting them trail down and as he began to place his lips on her neck. Kissing them softly he sucked on the skin and then vamped out, with little hesitancy he bit down sending rivets of blood sliding down her skin. Feasting upon her let out a satisfied moan before throwing her body aside, like a rag doll.
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« Reply #2 on Aug 26, 2008, 11:27pm » | |
The blood had left a bit of a metallic smell in the air, and Harva was unsure whether or not it was because she was a demon, or because there had been enough blood to cause that reaction for anyone. Blood was never her thing. She didn't need it to survive, and it tasted absolutely disgusting. How vampires managed to lust after it was completely beyond her. Then again, it wasn't something she continuously tried to figure out, either. Vampires were a breed of their own, and she had no wish to run with that sort of crowd. Although, to be technical, Harva couldn't grant her own wishes. She had heard of a few vengeance demons who had paired up to grant one another's riches to ensure wealth and whatever else they wanted, but she preferred to get things with her own two hands. Being a demon had it's perks, and she wasn't in the gig just to help out other people. Super strength could break windows, but teleportation eliminated the whole process, and made theft quite easy. A vengeance demon had both powers, but she tended to use her teleportation more than her super strength.
Feeling the life being squeezed out of a neck with her own hands wasn't that exciting for her. Anything could wrap its hand around an infant's neck and snap it, but only a few could make an art out of it. Oh, yes, that reminded her. She was searching out Angelus, the infamous vampire. He was an example of turning murder into an art. Harva figured what she did was an art as well, but it was more like beautiful photographs than a painting. She did her work from a far, for the most part. There were a few exceptions, from when she had just turned into a demon. That had been so many years ago...
Despite the long years, she could remember every wish she had ever granted, as well as the times she had to kill on her own. While it wasn't as satisfactory as making everybody else's gory wishes a possibility, it was something she would rather do than anyone else. Her ex-husband died at her hand, as well as a few ex-boyfriends. Quinn. Oh, how she missed him day in and day out. A vengeance demon would not admit that, but she was damn sure to seek out those who had unfaithful spouses. Unlike other demons of her own species, she did not discriminate against a gender or an age, or a species. She let everybody in on the vengeance, as long as they were deemed worth by herself. Anyway, Quinn McFadden, her husband hundreds of years ago, was unfaithful. That would be obvious judging by the way she had ripped his intestines out and worn them for a few days. Even Harva could appreciate a good scarf of intestines. As it would turn out, he was under a spell, but she just had the witch who seduced him killed by the rest of the town. That wasn't even the result of wish magic, but rather verbal magic.
Harva had dabbled in magic when she was human, which was why she had been given the opportunity to become a vengeance demon in the first place. She gathered a few ingredients, and placed a massive love spell on the witch. The townspeople basically smashed her to death, in attempt to get closer to her. It was a very slow and painful death, and Harva was sure to watch nearby, bloody intestine scarf and all. But, that was all in the past. The demon had no intentions of hindering any interaction with Angelus by thinking of how she decapitated a viking who had cheated on her, or her dearest Quinnie. No. She wanted to meet him. She wanted to at least introduce herself and tell him she admired his work.
Swiftly turning on her toes, she finally found the bloody scene in the back of the alley. A well-dressed woman was lying on the ground, drained of the blood in her body. Stepping over the deceased body, Harva approached the vampire, a smirk on her face. "Well, well...look at the mess you made." She glanced back down at the dead body, the humor not leaving her face. "Might I take a guess to who made this mess?" Her voice, a sing-song tone in a taunting way, was full of excitement..
"You must be Angelus. You're quite famous with your murdering works."
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« Reply #3 on Aug 26, 2008, 11:48pm » | |
Angelus loved the taste of blood. Before he had been turned a vamp he had tasted blood, but it was salty, too much rawness. Once he was a vamp, he longed to taste it fresh from his victim, it was much better then liquor, and coursed his thirst. Looking over at the woman as she stepped into the alleyway he titled his head to the side examining her. She wore quite an outfit, much like the woman he had killed, scattering her body along the floor like it could dive off the cliff and not be broken, just torn to shreds. She was a nobody to him, no name attached, nothing that interested him the slightest bit.
"Yeah, that would be me," Angelus said, his Irish accent still clinging to each syllable he said. His dark brown eyes studied her and wondered if she came here because of the blood, or more likely for the purpose she said. Moving his hand across his lips he felt the blood coating them simply leave, no resistance really. Blood was quite fascinating, no matter how much was taken, a human body still had a chance of survival. It had only been his first few tries it happened, no more...no less.
Angelus couldn't get enough of looking at her, yet something about her didn't make much sense. It was the heartbeat alone that threw him off, other wise he'd have her pinned to the wall and having his way. The alleyway had done well to hide him from attention, but she had no fear, another thing that threw him off. The mess was alright, the police would find the body and be at loss, then they'd be fearful. The police never scared him, they took too long analyzing a scene, by then he had already claimed another victim.
"Who might you be? You have the smell of demon on you, and I thank you for keeping up on my work. It is nice to be appreciated, most people don't understand it. They point in disgust and think I'm a monster. It hurts, I am not a monster, I am the thing the monster fears the most, I am a vampire." Angelus placed a foot underneath the body and let it roll so her pale and white stricken face looked up at the night sky. Youth, so fragile, could be broken like a twig, and who would mourn? Smelling the blood he let it fill him up, make him stronger for what lay ahead.
Popping his knuckles he placed his back to the wall and looked over at her. The woman actually liked his work, he didn't know if he should be flattered or concerned she was going to strike a deal. What could be offered to a vamp of his stature? He had bodies to claim, drinks on the house, and he couldn't be killed easily. Had he not been turned, he would be drunk dead in an alley, that or betrayed by a one night stand. Crossing his arms he felt the wind shift his white shirt about, his coat hung loosely over him, encompassing his muscles that lay hidden from view. The night was young, and he wasn't getting any older. People were, and this place had the most packed in meals around. As long as he was welcomed in this town, he'd stay. He had met many demons, but her face just didn't strike him in familiarity.
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« Reply #4 on Aug 27, 2008, 12:10am » | |
Harva didn't necessarily need to eat to survive. She required no substance, or at least none that she knew of. Still, she ate out of habit. That and she enjoyed a good meal here and there. The whole cooking process had always been off-putting to her, even when it was her expected duty as a daughter in ancient Rome. Of course, back then she wouldn't do so much as let a hair go astray, at risk of being severely punished. The rulers were cruel, and that was a fact that remained in her mind where most others had faded. Her name, for instance, was just barely lingering. Her parents' names? They were gone. However, there was no use wasting thought on the past, so she shifted her attention back to the present.
Good. She was quite pleased to hear that her assumption was correct. For if she dared call any other by that name, she would be very unhappy with herself. Happiness being a loosely thrown around term, because Harva hadn't felt true happiness since she was alive. Perhaps that was the price to pay for a forever life and super powers. No happiness. No love. No soul. Actually, she was unsure whether or not she had a soul lurking down in her body, though she strongly doubted it. If she had a soul, then she would not be able to stomach even one of the wishes she had granted for those who had been scorned in one way or another. Some of the things she had permitted to happen, were truly horrifying. "Well, then it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angelus." While her words might seem flattering, her tone held not even an ounce of trying to make him feel like he was some sort of a god. To her, he was just a vampire who had a talent for making pretty bloody pictures.
She hardly would have allowed him to bite her, because even a vengeance demon could be drained of blood. Whether or not it would be replenished without her death, she didn't know. Quite frankly, she didn't intend to find out. Anyway, the second he pushed her up against the wall, she would have teleported out of his grasp, and possibly back to America. Vampires were not to be toyed with, she knew that. They were probably more ruthless than her kind, though that was something to be debated.
"You can call me Harva, if you wish...and your sense of smell is accurate. I am a vengeance demon." She did not include her surname, one which she didn't even know why she still had it. Her head bounced in a nod as she listened to his gratitude, as well as his comments on not being a monster. It caused her to chuckle. "Well, I've been called a monster plenty of times, and I don't fear you at all." The corners of her mouth lifted into a smirk, as she disregarded her rule of just leaving vampires be. He was an exception. Angelus was a curious creature, and not like any other vampire she'd met. The way he killed was not just to satisfy a hunger, but to satisfy the need to kill. Quite frankly, it was an admirable trait.
Likewise, if she had denied her ascension into the demon world, then she would be dead. Of course, she was also almost two thousand years old, so her human body would have succumbed to death and decay long before the current time. That's not what she meant, though. In her day and age, she would have been murdered or died of some ailment. The first one was more likely, what with the long civil war. Then again, Harva was offered her demon token as a reward for casting a spell, a spell that lead to a civil war.
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« Reply #5 on Aug 27, 2008, 12:43am » | |
Angelus nodded his head. Most people didn't last an encounter like this, they knew it the moment they met his presence. He was shrouded in darkness, whatever light had once been in him, had left his body when his soul was taken. He was a creature of habit, a vampire that thirsted on a constant rotation of prey, and quite frankly he was hungry now. Her blood would probably last him, but she had a job to do. Just hearing her say that title, it was like a honary thing she held onto. When he heard his name roam through fearfully, he knew that he had made a difference.
Angelus looked to the night, wondering what challenges awaited him. Perhaps he could set his plans aside, give this woman some of his valuable time. She wasn't exactly a killing partner, nor was she likely to stay around if the action started. Being in her profession meant that she did her job and left, his profession kept him in a city for as long as the kill was fresh, as long as people didn't seek him out. Angelus could tell the woman's body had lost the will to live, the color had drained from her cheeks and her eyes failed to close. Most people who pleasured in the kill with edged weapons, they didn't know what they were missing.
The loss of blood flowing carelessly across cold steel, what a waste. His cold brown eyes fell again on the woman and wondered why she hadn't teleported away. She had no fear of me, and if that is the case, what does a vengeance demon want with my presence...here and now? She appreciates my work, I get that much. Angelus pondered on this as he pushed away from the wall, he wore a placid like smile on his lips. He didn't advance on her, nah, he knew her power, mainly teleporting, other then that...she couldn't touch him.
"So Harva, now that you have found me, what do you wish to do about that? I should tell you I have to move out of this area soon, mainly because this body will put me in tons of trouble. Yeah I am a vamp not to be messed with, but if the coming gets tough, I'd be staked quick." Angelus grinned and stood near the entrance to the alley. Some people walked by missing the body entirely, it was a little ways from making its debut as the cold performer. Placing a hand on the side of the wall he looked back at Harva, curiosity lining his pupils.
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« Reply #6 on Aug 27, 2008, 4:10pm » | |
In her defense, she wasn't most people. In fact, she wasn't a person at all. Harva didn't even remember much about humanity, other than the fact that she hated it when she was a human, and she hated it now. People were capable of doing horrendous things, and she was the living proof of that. See, if people didn't have such nasty ideas and wishes in their heads, then her kind would be out of the profession. Well, Harva can and does put a spin on her wishes, but most of the time people get very specific with what they wish. In the instances where they simply wish for an ex to be dead or maimed, Harv has to do her own thing. She's not much better when it comes to amount of creativity she puts into her work, but she's a demon. Demons are expected to be vile that way. She doubted he would attempt to bite her, but only because she knew that he was aware of her powers, and the attempt would be futile. Still, she was obviously trying to tempt him, what with the garment she had chosen to wear when it came down to making his acquaintance. It left her neck entirely exposed.
Angelus was wrong about the thought that she did not stay around to watch whatever action ensured from carnage-inspired retribution. She new people got frightened, and tried to attack afterward, and while she might get away to a nice safe and unexposed spot, she <i>always</i> watched. As long as she had been a demon, she needed something to keep her entertained. However, he was correct with his assumption that she was not a killing partner. She worked alone, always, and really enjoyed the mentality that she needed no help. Friendships were generally kept within the vengeance demon ranks, but she had been known to make acquaintances outside of her species. She married a human, for christ's sake, so she was no bigot. Of course, that had been a huge mistake that ended up with the human's entrails being ripped out, but that was besides the point.
Oh, weapons weren't her thing, either. When it came down to the rare times when she needed to kill for herself, she used her hands. She was strong enough to do so, so there was no point in using something that could potentially make the death quick. Her eyes darted with his motion against the wall, because while they both may be far from benevolent creatures, she knew he was not one to trust. One misstep on her part, and she'd be dessert before she could teleport away. That or she'd at least get bitten before teleporting away, and he neck was unscathed. She'd like to keep it that way.
"Hmm...I hadn't thought that far ahead." She glanced up, the approaching sound of footsteps hitting the ground. Obviously Angelus had not chosen the common prostitute to eat, but someone of at least a little more importance. The thought caused her to chuckle. "That's always amused me to no end. Vampires. There are so many different ways to kill you. A stake through the heart, sunlight, decapitation. I have to say, I rather enjoy the sunlight. A stake through my heart would only weaken me..." Of course, decapitation was the main thing to kill any kind of demon, save for the select few who could survive it or grow back a new head. Vengeance demons didn't have that ability. "Well, I propose you find something interesting. Perhaps you should stay and fight..." She sighed, a bit melodramatically. "You see, with you killing and terrorizing London, everybody is fearful. When there is too much fear, most don't wish for revenge, and that kind of puts me out of the job."
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« Reply #7 on Aug 27, 2008, 11:58pm » | |
Angelus could see her mind working on an escape vector already. That dress she wore really did show her curves and left that beautiful naked neck of hers available for the taking. Yet, he knew what she was capable of, so he had other ideas. The fact is he knew this vengeance demon and knew she didn't mix with his kind so well. He could deal with it, he just couldn't get the thoughts out of his head. The way he worked had always been what his body wanted, as a drunken youth it had been the companionship of whores or women working the bars, taverns, near his home. It was his stomping ground, the women let him though, so it was never really rape.
The sound of footsteps approaching did catch his attention. Fleeing the scene seemed to be the greatest option available. A vampire didn't really do much with their brains, they basically set out for their prey, did the damage and left to fight another day. Angel pondered on what she said. The footsteps pretty much matched six individuals, some of them carried some weapons, swords or guns more like it. Guns couldn't kill him, they could only phase him or stun him, make him sluggish. Sword tips could make him bleed, but did little to stop the demon inside. Vampires were just mere shells when the real danger, if unleashed, came hunting.
Angelus saw the humans pass by and with a shrug he stepped out into the street. "By the way, nice dress." Angelus whistled and caught the attention of the rear formation. "Hey, did anyone order a dead pretty thing?" At first they cursed him out, then he vamped out and made a come hither motion with his hand, his body getting prepared for the assault. The men withdrew their swords, seeing how their hands were too hesitant to bring up their edged weapons. "Want to get to the point huh, never get tired of hearing that. By the way, anyone know where the father is?'
Angelus met the first man and side stepped past the blade and then grabbed him by the shoulders hauling him into the group. Snarling he warded off a few blows of a fist with a raise of his forearms and then jabbing a man in the face with a one two combo sending him with blood squirting free from his nose. Another man was before him and Angelus ducked under his wide swing of his blade and then kicked up another weapon. Parrying under the hard blows he grinned, this was just back in Ireland. Countering the lock of blades he head butted the individual and as he stalked back Angelus was on him and bit into his neck. Hot warm blood squirted in his face and he sucked happily. One sword pierced his shoulder and sunk in crushing bone. Letting the body drop he looked at the blade. Letting out a laugh he pulled roughly and with the blade still imbued in him he yelled back, "how many you want alive for you little pleasure?"
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« Reply #8 on Aug 28, 2008, 12:16am » | |
After counting the amount of people in her own head, and it did take a bit longer because her hearing wasn't as good, Harva prepared to watch them be slaughtered. See, she figured that if she suggested Angelus to fight them, that he wasn't going to just run away. He was a vampire with a blood lust, true, but from what she'd seen, he enjoyed just plain killing as well. He didn't always think with his stomach, or at least that's what he seemed to portray to her. If need be, she would have no problem fighting along his side, but she doubted that to happen. For one thing, he wouldn't need her help. She knew that one. Also, she didn't particularly want to ruin the expensive dress that she was wearing, although it wouldn't be difficult to obtain another.
With a flick of her wrist, the jeweled fan that had been dangling from her wrist opened, and she leaned back against the wall to watch what was about to happen. As she had counted, six men went running passed the alley, like the idiot humans that they were, and didn't turn around until Angelus confronted hem. He vamped out, and they attacked, but Harva did notice some hesitancy on their side. Obviously they were afraid, and in their shoes, who wouldn't be? They were facing death, and they weren't going to walk away from it.
As one man's nose was broken, Harva clapped. It was as if she were at some show, and not a fight to the death. It was only then that her attention was caught by the attackers. With a mocking grin, she proceeded to fan herself, before daintily walking over to the action. They were obviously confused. Was she a victim? Was she a vampire? After a few moments of thinking it over, one of them decided that if she wasn't dead or running away screaming, then she obviously was up to no good. While her back was turned, he attacked her, full force with a stake in hand.
It penetrated just above her chest, on the opposite side of her heart. Her reaction to the wound was similar to Angelus's, full of laughter. By the time she had spun around on her pretty little slippers, her face was no longer that of a young woman, but the burnt-texture of a vengeance demon's true face. The man was struck with fear as he let out a little scream. "Hmm. See, there's a teensy problem here, love. Wood? Doesn't kill me. Well, that and you missed the heart." She wrapped her hands around the side of his face and gave it a quick jolt to the left. Eyes still open, the man's lifeless body fell to the ground.
With a stake still protruding from her chest, she made her way back over to Angelus, face now returning to normal. "At least he didn't muck up my pretty little dress." Reaching behind her, she removed the stake and slammed it into one of the other's eye. He, too, fell to the ground. "This is too easy. I don't even know why I suggested it." Placing a hand against her chest to attempt to stop the bleeding, she waited for Angelus to finish up the others.
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« Reply #9 on Aug 29, 2008, 1:13am » | |
Angelus was pretty much done with most of the runts. The blade was pulled free from his shoulder and he let a few seconds pass, letting them think he was done. As soon as they took charge he wore a smirk and spun the blade along his hand before it slashed the abdomen of one man letting his hands fall to his nearly falling out intestines, while the other guy was stripped of both his hands and left falling to his knees. It was a bit too easy, but it was still fun. He looked back at her as she commented on her dress. She could get another easily, but this one really did bring out her features.
Walking over to the man with his intestines pretty much spilling out in a river of blood he pulled his head up roughly and surveyed the scene. No man was left alive, well except the father, he was slowly pulling away. Let him get away, something in him mused, better to keep him around and tell the tale of the vampire and other creature, none knew her by definition yet. Angelus tore into the guy's neck sucking on the blood and reveling in the rush and the excitement his veins took at the familiarity of the red lust. Letting his body drop he took to the man with no hands, his eyes horrified beyond disbelief. Life just didn't have enough handy people, he snickered at that.
"You were bored," Angelus pointed out, "it was a young night, you found me, and you did, so what more was there to do...but have some fun. I particullarly like when they beg for their life, let a few precious seconds pass before denying their fate to their face. Torture them slowly, others, let them fall down quickly, I've had my fair share." Angelus sank his fangs into the guy's neck and like his fellow friend, he too met his end. The street was flooding with blood and bodies were wasting away, their flesh would deteriorate pretty soon. It didn't matter what happened to the flesh, he had came and accomplished what he set out to do, under much nudging from Harva. Looking over at her he took a step towards her, mere inches from her, but he made no other move.
"Looks like it went in pretty deep, those are usually the best. The night is young, and seeing how you seem restless, you name the next place we go." Angelus dropped the blade to make it clear to Harva that he meant no ill intent towards her. Turning on someone who could fight like that, it would be a waste. Even as the faint scent of blood wafted under his nostrils, he had self restraint, his eyes looking her up and down and finally settling on her eyes. It was funny how their commotion in the street hadn't woken up this town yet. Either he was slipping up, or they just didn't believe the cries for help anymore.
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« Reply #10 on Aug 30, 2008, 12:41pm » | |
True. Material things fell into her lap easily, whether she charmed them as gifts, or stole them as presents for herself. She never really had want for anything, or at least not after she accepted the offer to become a demon. Material objects were not on her mind, though. No, she was far too tunnel-sighted on the gory scene that was unfolding in front of her. Where most would flee, screaming, Harva was clapping her hands like a young child in a candy store. She was very impressed, and even the high words that were spoken about Angelus could not compare to the real thing. Her chest was bleeding profusely, and she couldn't even concentrate on the pain. It was kind of neat how one thing of importance could take away from focusing on another. Although, being staked, not even through her heart, didn't pose a problem for Harva, just a bit of a mess.
Her eyes only left the scene when she saw the father of the girl Angelus had murdered leaving. She took a step in his direction, but then returned to her place against the wall. If he wasn't already dead, then the vampire had left him alive for a reason. See? There was the art of it. All of the other men who had tried to stop them wouldn't have been too pained of the dead girl. Her father? Now that was a different story. He would mourn for her loss, and constantly wonder why he was left alive. He would think it as a punishment for not saving his daughter. He also would be too afraid to let any vibes of vengeance escape him. Not too many were brave enough to seek revenge against Angelus. He would have future run-ins with Daniel Holtz and a gypsy tribe, but those really were the only ones who had the courage to do so. Everybody else would mourn their losses in silence.
"You are right, I was lacking excitement." That no longer seemed to be a problem. The alleyway was stained red, and she got to play in the game. How could she possibly complain, even if it was too easy? "They're all so willing to give up everything to save their own lives. Why, I've heard some offering up family members in order to survive." She chuckled to herself, watching as the father finally fled the scene. He would debate about whether or not to get more help, or alert his wife to what had happened. Harva was no psychic, no mind-reader, no fortune teller. No, nothing of the sort. But everything would fall into place, and the father would more likely than not, think exactly what she had portrayed him to think. Far too many people thought the exact same thoughts.
Her hand was still covering her chest, so not to get blood everywhere. However, she was not concerned about it, but rather thinking about how tempted the vampire was. It caused her to form a bit of a smile, as she thought over his request. She waited to answer, and instead, questioned him. "Good God, are you still hungry?" She assumed that if there was blood, he would drink from it whether he was full or not, so that wasn't why she was asking the question. She asked it because he was looking at her eyes, and not at the wound, which meant he was trying to hold back. She found it amusing. Back to his original request, she glanced around for a few moments. "It's been so long since I've been to London. Tell me, how is the theatre?"
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« Reply #11 on Sept 3, 2008, 11:11am » | |
Angel smiled in agreement. Yes, they did seem so willing to give up their own lives. It was something he had once known, a thing called humanity. When he had a soul, yes, he did go to extra lengths to ensure his family was taken care of. Before he became a drunk, before he lost himself and his soul, he had been a properly educated youth, well spoken and a hot headed school child. When talk of his father reached his ears he would immediatly set after that person, his fists and his eyes did the talking. Back in his day he proved to be quite a trouble maker as well, hence how some of that actually traveled into his company as Angelus, the very vampire that shook fear in what hearts these men had. Bleeding profusely along the cracks of the street, lost for a cause they weren't truly committed to.
"I imagine some of these men will likely be mourned," Angelus mused, "their wives will be left widows, their children will grow up to loathe my mind. You'd have quite a business, if it were many vampires in a row. I'm just one vampire though, you woudn't believe the demons that have tried to get me, to get some reward. Yes, even my own kind have turned against me. When I left the company of the master, leaving him to his pitifiul existence in his underground lair, you can imagine he wasn't favoring my ill will. With my confidence now, there isn't much I fear, nor scare of." Angelus laughed in a mocking tone as he looked at Harva, her body slightly defeated with the blood loss that she tried to contain.
Grinning slyly he moved his hand through his hair. "I am a vampire, hunger is what keeps me going, builds up the strength like a little child and its...milk." Angelus moved off down the street and looked up at the moon. Its silvery beams traveled down enveloping them in its length, it clearly wanted more blood shed, but for now, he guessed he would give in to her question. Looking over his shoulder he made a motion to follow before heading off past a few lamp posts, his dark long coat traveling behind him as she held his head high. His vampiric teeth had disappeared into normal human ones, and his appearance was no less hostile then a deer. True Angelus was a artist, he had been called so by his peers as he cut into his victims one by one, their bodies writhing with each gash made. The theater had many equisite like performances, some of which left him wanting an encore.
"They have some good shows," Angelus commented, "some of which want you to stay and see another performance. A vampire needs to see where the crowd is drawn, it is usually to those performances. I don't go near operas, they make my ears bleed, and the loss of my own blood to that, isn't worthy. I prefer the plays, that or a musical or two. Shakespeare can be a drag, bring ear plugs if the dialect gets on your nerves. Would there be anything in particular you woudl wish to see?" Angel stopped near a bank and stuffed his hands into his pockets. The smell of her blood was drying up now, a tad, so he needn't worry about turning. She was quite a remarkable vengeance demon, and since he didn't meet many, he was awfully curious about her.
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« Reply #12 on Sept 3, 2008, 4:57pm » | |
Harva hardly remembered her own humanity, as it had been over a thousand years. But like Angelus, she had given up her soul willingly. Maybe he didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but he hadn't struggled so much when Darla took him as her prey. She was another respectable vampire that she'd like to meet, but those two were probably the only two. The next two in their family were ruthless, but one lacked art, and the other was completely batty. Sure, she had the artistic sense of her grand-sire, but she wasn't the kind of undead that Harva would like to converse with. There was only so much crazy that she could handle. Harva did not attend school, for she wasn't allowed. In her time, school was only for the upper-class males, otherwise one would attend some sort of trade learning. Harva's trade was being a housewife, so she stayed at home with her mother and helped cook and clean. It was unfortunate for the world, because had she been born into a wealthier family, and her father had not been murdered, then she would not be a vengeance demon who had a lot of kills under her belt.
"I suppose so. I always forget the mourners." She agreed with him for the sake of agreement, but she still figured that the families of the murdered men would no seek so much vengeance as he assumed, because they would be too afraid to. Angelus had not taking everything from the families, so they still had something to lose. "Is there a hit on you?" She spoke, a hint of excitement laced in her tone. She was just teasing though, pretending that the hit interested her because she would try and take him out. For one thing, she probably couldn't, and another, she didn't need the money. "Is this a master of all vampires, or just a select few?" She wasn't still an uneducated woman, because after she had been married, she taught herself many things. It was just that she didn't know exactly how the hierarchy of vampires worked, or even if there was one. With vengeance demons, there was one lead demon followed by a bunch of regular demons.
A chuckle escaped her as he admitted that he was always hungry. As he took off in a stroll down the street, she waited for his beckoning movement to approach. Once she had caught up with him, she slowed her pace to walk along side him. His face returned to normal, much like her own did after she performed her own version of an attack, and she noted how it could really be compared to his name. Angelic. He certainly wasn't a bad looking vampire.
"It's been so long..." She repeated, with a sigh of home-sickness. She'd really like to return home to Rome, but that wasn't an option right now. "I actually don't care for operas, either. I think it's the better hearing that comes with the job." Like a vampire, Harva could hear on higher and lower frequencies, and operas really hurt the nerves in her ears. "Ballet. I love ballet." She spoke in a near whisper, but she assumed Angelus wasn't the type of vampire who enjoyed a wonderful ballet.
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« Reply #13 on Sept 12, 2008, 12:18am » | |
Angelus smiled as she seemed to take sometime to think. In all honesty, a vampire's life, let alone any immortal beings life, was filled with thoughts of the past. He himself had thoughts of Liam, that or what he ate yesterday. Being made a vampire made him more enlightened of the life given to him, of the unrest of his body at the killings. He wasn't scared of getting caught, he enjoyed a good chase every now and then. These mourners, these men who branded weapons, they were weak fools...memories of their loved ones their only propeller into just an early...death. It made him smile in glee, noticing Harva join him he gave her question some thought. He had already invited the topic into discussion, might as well play it along.
"I wouldn't say I have many hits," he told her, dancing around what was truth and hear say. "I'm a wanted man, a criminal in much of Europe for the people I've killed. The thing is, I don't stay around too long. Before my traveling companion had some matters to attend to, we were doing twice the damage. Now, I'm a little more cautious, take my pick, herd out the weak, get my stomach filled with content. I respect you for asking this, no, I expect nothing else of you. Being a vengeance demon for quite sometime, you are open to hearing things of murders by the throat, and how one could avenge such a dire catostrophe."
Angelus ran his tongue along his teeth as he heard ballet. It was a form of dance that had the same affect on him as opera. Yet she seemed almost desperate to capture that culture. Looking at where they were headed he sighed and leaned against a light post, his features softening. "Listen Harva, I know you have your heart set on seeing this ballet, so I'll take you there. Yeah I know, Angelus, the vampire of hundreds of deaths, taking a vengeance demon to a ballet, well don't count yourself lucky, just come with no questions or such." Angelus walked again and found the place easy enough. Stopping before the giant doors he waited for her to join him.
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