Swallowing Bodies.

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Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like Vampires.What explains our induring fascination with Vampires?What is it about the vampire myth that

explains our interest?Is it the over tellings of sexual lust, power, control?Or is it a fascination with the immortality of the undead?
And what dark and hidden part of our Psyche are aroused and captivated by

........... the legends of the undead?

He didn't look like no slayer.

He was wearing tight jeans,his thighs had cuts in them,jig-jagging down his leg and stopping at the knee; and his favorite pair of goth boots,with a silver bat buckle.But his leather jacket was too old-school punk and the old band t-shirt "NAZARETH",splashed across the front in silver.There were no weapons visible,not like the sawed off shotguns that sat easily on the tables and long knives taken out for fresh air.

His hair was long,running down to his collarbone and cut into a 'v' shape,which was tied up into a braid.Blonde locks swept behind his ears to touch his cheeks.His bright blue baby eyes hid behind dark shades.Nothing really seemed to match his attire.Not really.He was to boyish looking to look 'scruffy' and 'tough'.

The boy was holding a black duffel bag,holding something heavy.As the slayer headed to the back of the bar he swung it absently as the men and women turned to stare at this mis-fit.The large man at the table watched him come nearer.waiting with his muscle a close second behind him.

"Aye,ye got it?".The man's voice was raspy from smoking to much,he sounded much like a furby.Though with great difficulty Valentine had to hold back a laugh.It was quite amusing to him.The boy's face never changed as he set the bag on the table and waited almost patiently while his employer checked the goods.

A heart,still in perfect condition.
But one slight thing,just not beating anymore.

The muscle stepped forward and counted out the slayers fee,handing him a wad of bills over in a practiced flip of the wrist.
The Slayers' long fingers took the money and he turned,making his way back to the room.

Back in the club,a song was playing loudly.
He smirked to himself as 'Vampires' by Godsmack screamed from the speakers on the walls and ceiling.

"Valentine...you don't have to put it on--".

The Slayer whirled on the offender,slamming his face straight into the table and grinding him down.The other gasped for air as the bone in his nose was crushed.

"Your not my mum,friend nor old man.....you don't call me by that name,got it?".A deep accented Greek voice punctuated his words in a soothing hum,his voice dripping like sweet liquid honey.He let the man go,blood pooling on the table.

The Slayers nose twitched.The smell of human blood filling in his senses'.His blue eyes dilected and turned a nasty glowing red,his pupils shaped into slits.

His body grew hot but his skin turned a shade whiter.As he staggered backwards he bumped into a table,knocking the glasses over.The man and women sitting at the table got up with curses and started to yell at Valentine.

Ignoring them,the Slayer put his leather jacket sleeve to his nose and mouth,attempting to cut off the intoxicating smell.
The metallic candy he wanted so much.
His fangs grew longer and the tips poked into his bottom lip,almost slicing.....

He groaned in the back of his throat and raced to the door.Graving his weapons with great haste he flung himself out of the bar and into the streets.He dropped his gun,with a startled curse he bent down to pick them up.On his knees know,he put his hands on them and took several deep breaths,trying to calm down.

His duty was to kill vampires.
Not become the blood-sucking fiends.[/size]

[Ivak]

...::Out Of Control:// So, since I was requested to throw Keith over here, I shall indeed throw in the handsome devil. Keep in mind, I'm not used to your level of litteracy. I need adapt --- again. Pardon my illiteracy and (what I call) Becky posts.
(Becky posts are posts that are barely four sentances long...Bah...The reason they're called Becky posts is because Becky is my name. Rawr.)

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A cough was emitted in the empty streets as the lamps (I'm assuming it's nighttime) glowed dimly. A charming young male by the age of thirty-two was sluggishly making his way along the broad sidewalks. His fangs rectracted behind his bloody lips as he ran his tongue along his teeth, clearing any trace of plasma.
His thick leather coat had flecks of the crimson liquid stained on the collar and partially on the tawny shirt underneath. His irises loomed around, leaping from street to street and in the alleyways behind the many houses. In his mind, this was a perfect setting for a midnight stroll. The masculine raised a few fingers to his lips, cautiously licking them clean too. No one needed to suspect that he just commited a murder. He wiped the thick blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand and quickly washed it clean too. There. No one would suspect, unless they looked closely at his clothing to see the small splats of blood here and there.

As he made an abrupt cough, he rested one of his palms on the sheath for his main weapon; a black-handled Claymore. The other hand burried itself in his pocket.

The male turned to corner and recoiled slightly, for he saw another not too far away just exiting the bar. Hoping that the stranger meant no inconvinience to him, he snuck past the other, watching him as he walked by from a safe distance across the street.

"He must've been kicked out of the bar..." the stealthy male thought to himself.

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After awhile of breathing steadily in and out,his glowing eyes fluttered open slowly while he brushed his long bangs from his eyes.Resting a cool palm against his hot forehead,he growled at himself.He needed more practice holding down his urges,no..he just needed to be more stronger.
He was being a weakling.And his more cannibalistic side is screaming at him to just give in already.

Maybe one of the reasons why he wont give in,because of his human side.He just wasn't up to killing a human being just because he was hungry.And unlike other vampires,who could control there thirst very well and wont go overboard and kill their victim,Valentine would most defiantly but accidentally finish them.

Picking up his weapons,he slipped them into the pockets inside his coat jacket before he shakily stood up.The Slayers careful hearing picked up a whisper of footsteps not to far away from him.Maybe a good few feet at least.Tilting his head to the side;his long bangs falling over his pale cheek.

He watched the male and pushed up his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with the pad of his thumb.While he was reloading his 9mm hand gun with new bullets he kept his head bowed,and he watched Keith over the rim of his shades.

He knew already....

"Bloody vamps",he sniffed,a smirk forming on his lips as his upper lip curled back;showing a set of fangs."Cant keep there teeth out of people's necks i see,well...that just wont do now would it".

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Keith carefully slipped by, making a firm hold around the handle of his sheathed claymore. A chill in the spine made him wrinkle his nose and look away. The masculine began to growl lowly in the hidden depths of his trachea, yet maintained a fair posture through the urges to instantly send his weapon through Val's bowels.

Keith stopped at the next curb to inhale a breath. Baring his teeth, he felt the frosty stare striking at the back of his skull. The adult looked coldly back at Val from the corner of his eye, tightening his hold on the twilight weapon. The nervous tension caused an edge to his frame. Keith looked around at the windows of the many houses enclosing the streets; most were closed. The male didn't move from his position alone of the edge of the sidewalk, he was more concerned with his foe's next move.

"What do you want?" he questioned in thought.

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The Slayer held a perfect stance and looked frighteningly calm.His crystalized ruby orbs swirled like a thick mist,tints of his true eye color of blue twinkled in its depths.His shades inched down the bridge of his nose,though he didnt fix them this time.His eyes flicked around the other's male riggid frame,and chuckled to himself.Soft lips cracked into a sinister smirk,he stepped off from his sidewalk and almost phantom like crossed the road.From a distance it looked like he was floating just above the ground,but his feet hit solid ground.
"I dont think its polite of me, to pry into someone's thoughts--",Valentine chuckled to himself with a shrug."But im not polite,so i dont care".

He took his time slowly nearing the vampire,his cruel smile glued on his face while his finger lightly tapped on the trigger of his gun while slowly raising it;aiming at Keith.
It was quite a laughable sight actually.Here is Valentine,looking like a thirteen year old boy -well closely to one.- aiming a careful aimed handgun that was pointed to a vampire right before him."Im just gonna shoot off your tiny head,thats all.Then I'll be on my way again".

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"I think not." Keith grumbled back, turning to face the slayer completely. He unsheathed his claymore and held it firmly infront of him, a fixed glare in his eyes. Keith took a step to the side, steadily maintaining cautious and alert.

"These villages always keep you on your toes...." he thought ingeniously. He had to admit, it was true. It wasn't as if he hadn't been hit by a weapon before. He'd been beaten with schooners, metal pipes and other items that are found around here. Keith shrugged away the thought of being hit over the noggen again.

Keith looked into the slayers' eyes, and began to growl once more. With every aching syllobol, his frame seemed to soften. Keith wasn't one who looked forward to a fight, but did his best in fighting his opponent in combat. The masculine sighed ruggedly and thought quietly to himself;

"Your move"

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"Ahh...when will little blood-sucking assholes ever learn?",Valentine smiled in spite of himself,though nothing was friendly about his smile.Every pore dripped of hatred and urge to kill this vampire loomed around his lithe frame.He shivered from the supsense,or was it joy?That he got to kill another bloodsucker tonight?
"Any last words,vampire?",he chuckled deep in his throat,his finger pushing against the guns' trigger.A click went off.Another click.

Click.
Click.
Click.

Valentine snarled and used the palm of his hand and smashed it against his gun,whilst he cursed under his breath.The sound of sirens stormed the air,tires screeching and the villagers dogs yowling along with the melody.As he tried to fixed his weapon,the sirens got closer.Bullets dropped out of his gun and hit the ground,scattering across the road as they rolled away from him.Throwing his gun to the floor he pulled out a dagger from his belt line and rushed Keith.



OutOfComebacks;;
Btw,if you want,Keith can attack Val first @_@ I dun mind

[Ivak]

Obnixious Outbust Call:// Alright, and you know what? That's a moment that happens to me. I try to turn on the television; Click. Click. Clickclickclick. Never works until I realized that the batteries are dead....

Beheaded In Coffins:// Keith acknowledged the sirens, but held his ground as he made a slight effort to send the claymore through Val's core; Instead, he only managed a few shreds of Val's leather jacket. The masculine poised his weapon and crossed with Val's dagger, making it incapeable of moving any further foreward.

The male looked around, the noise was quite unnerving to him. A dog began to howl and whine nearby, making Keith bare his teeth. Steadily with one hand, Keith reached inside of his own coat to pull out one of his two hidden revolvers. With one blow, Keith shot the canine, making it yelp and fall dead. As Keith turned back to Val, his aimed his revolver at the slayer with the other hand still in mid air, crossing blades with Val.
"Who are you?" his teeth bared in restrained rage.

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A startled gasp was forced from the boys throat as the vampire swung at him with his weapon,which barely missed him.The Slayer paused and looked down at his coat,one side was partly shredded and fabric was torn in large gashes."You.....ruined...my jacket",he muttered softly.

"That wasn't very nice",Valentine snarled and went to stab the vampire. -Yes,he loved his jacket.- Right through the heart.As there weapons clashed together a loud TING sound rang in the air.The boy's whole body went stiff as he saw the revolver,and he sucked in a deep breath.

Closing one eye he heard the bullet,then a dog yowled in pain.Something heavy hit the ground,then there was silence.
Letting out a long sigh he blinked his eyes a couple of times and snapped his head up and glared at the vampire.

"Why did you have to do that!The bloody animal wasn't doing anything to you!",he snapped and with his other hand snatched Keith's wrist which was the hand he held his claymore.He jerked the one's hand in a painful angle,making him drop his sword.Now for those guns.

Upon hearing the vampires question,he just snorted.He didn't need to know who or what he was.
"Someone you don't want to mess with".
Well that was rather an answer.

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Keith rolled his eyes at Val, not really caring about the dog or the jacket whatsoever. What did annoy Keith was that the slayer hadn't given him a name yet. Keith stepped on the blade of his claymore to make sure the Val wasn't about to steal it, and pulled out a second revolver, aiming both at Val.

"I ask you again. Who are you." The vampire's words echoed omniously deep from his throat. The mascluine squinted his eyes coldly as he waited for the appropriate response from Val. "Time's ticking and my patience is wearing thin...I want an answer."

Without taking his eyes off of Val, Keith slipped the blade of his claymore up onto the top of his shoe, then flipped it up and caught it with one of his free fingers, sliding it back in his sheath cautiously.

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A smile started to form on the boy's lips as his dark orbs -slowly turning back to light blue.- flicked down to the guns that aimed at him.The Slayer sighed loudly and pushed the guns away from him,for they pointed to the ground.
"Arent you just a snippy one,eh?",Valentine said easily;he shrugged.His hand still resting on the other's gun,he cocked his head up to the vampire,both eyebrows raised.A sound of metal hissed in the air,his hidden dagger that was hiding in his jacket sleeve,the tip of the blade poked the male in the gut and he slowly started to put pressure onto it."Just a Slayer,nothing more".

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The vampire nudged away from the blade as he felt it beginning to irritate him. He gave a sly glance at Val.
"A slayer?"
Little did he care that Val was a slayer. All Keith was intrested in was the slayer's background.
"So let me clear this matter up...It is your intention to kill me, trade my carcass for a bottle of brandy, raid, pillage and plunder for every vampire in your sight until you get your guts yanked out, that about right?" he said all of this quite fast.
Keith gave a small mischevious grin.

"Well, best of luck...." he said with a wider grin. Another dog began to snarl nearby. Keith growled. "SHUT UP OR I'LL MAKE YOUR HIDE INTO A DOORMAT!" the canine began to whimper and silenced. "Better" the vampire huffed yanking his guns away from Val and aiming them at him once more.

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"Pretty much--",Valentine said,rolling his eyes."Actually Im just into killing you bloodsucking creeps.i dont need a 'reward' for it either....You could say I have a fetish.Or a sick hobby,which ever you perfer---",he shrugged his smile flickering away.He ignored the vampires sudden outrage at the animal that wouldnt stop howling.

He had to admit that dog was quite annoying.Pushing his shades back up the bridge of his nose with his finger,he kept his daggers point pressing against the vampires chest,just above his heart.His eyes wondered and found the guns pointed at him,again.

He sighed and shook his head."Go ahead and shoot",he said boredly,biting on his thumb nail of his free hand.The hand that was gripped around the daggers handle,he drummed two fingers against it.

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Keith snorted and rolled his eyes again. "I'd love to kill you, but you arn't worth the trouble..." he slipped his revolvers back into the hidden pockets in his jacket, and moved the dagger away with two fingers.

Biting his upper lip, Keith made a step back with a sign of relaxation, the chain that clung to the belt loops at his hips swinging gently behind him. He wasn't afraid to be persued by Val. "Surely we came come to an accord..." He nodded, looking Val up and down once more. So what if he was a slayer? Keith stuck out his tongue. As soon as he made another straight face, e added on another comment.

"But I guess I might have been expecting someone a bit more than you...Other than courage, you're worthless to me."

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The Slayer growled at the older his eyebrows raising at his words."Worthless,eh?",he grunted,twirling his dagger with slim fingers.Titling his head slightly he looked down the street,the cop sirens have faded awhile ago.And the tick in the back of his head seemed to settle.He didnt have a good record with police officers for say.
"Well just to let you know,im not letting you go",Valentine smirked his eyes rolling towards Keith."I still need to kill a vampire tonight...and OH lookie...we have a vampire right here---".

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Keith looked at Valentine with icy eyes. It was apparent that he stood his ground, seeming that the slayer wasn't about to let him walk away.
"You don't want to be my enemy."
In his mind, he ws thinking desperately for a strategy. Something that he hadn't done for a while. Picking his fingernail, Keith frumbled with his chain in the palm of his other hand.
"I've already one of those, and he's not going to live to spread his wings ever again."
It was true, Keith had an enemy. Gabriel Ronaiu Narcissus. Sure, after the Greek god Gabriel had charming looks, but he wasn't a man for mercy. Gabriel murdered his parents and sister. To Keith, it was torture to know he had nothing left but himself.