Agapo

[&&[It's].MYUU]

“I don’t give a damn if they throw me down into the deepest, slimiest pit for eternity. I belong here and no one is going to make me leave. No one!”

Vivian took a deep breath and struggled not to argue as she tried to pick the lock on her sister Selena’s handcuffs that Selena had used to fasten herself to the wrought iron gate that surrounded the famed Art Gallery. Selena had hidden the key in her bra and Vivian had no desire to search there for it.

No doubt that would get them both arrested.

Luckily there wasn’t a big crowd on the street in the middle of July, right at dusk, but what people were there all stared at them as they passed by. Not that Tabitha cared. She was more than used to people looking at her and thinking her strange. Even insane.

She prided herself on both. She also prided herself on being available to her friends and family in a crisis. And right now, big sister Selena was in an emotional turmoil second only to the time when Selena’s husband Bill had been in a severe car wreck that had almost killed him.

Vivian fumbled with the lock. The last thing she wanted was to have her sister arrested.

Again.

Selena tried to push her away, but she refused to budge, so Selena bit her.

Vivian jumped back with a yelp as she shook her hand in an effort to relieve the pain. Completely unremorseful about it, Selena was sprawled on the cobbled steps that led into the Square in a pair of ripped jeans and a large navy sweater that obviously belonged to Bill. Selena’s long, curly brown hair was braided and oddly sedate. No one would recognize Madame Selene as she was known to the tourists, except for the big sign Selena was holding that said, “Psychics have rights too.”

Ever since they had passed that stupid, asinine law that the psychics couldn’t read cards in the Square for tourists anymore, Selena had been fighting it. Earlier, the police had forced her sister out of the Federal Building for protesting and so Selena had headed over here to chain herself to the gate not far from where she had once set up her card table for reading other people’s futures.

Something on the corner of her eye made Vivian turn her head,squininting into a dark alley just across the street from where she and her psycho sister stood.
"Selena?",Vivian muttered but the women was still shouting.Stepping off of the curb,she slowly started towards the alley.Only to hear a gruff voice speaking...in Greek?
Vivian froze.



"Vivian?".

The women blinked.But as her gaze found the tall, exotically erotic man sporting a black backpack coming around the corner of the Art building, she relaxed.

It’d been a couple of months since he’d last been in town. In truth, she’d missed him a lot more than she should have.

His long, sensuous gait was impossible to ignore and every female, except for the distraught Selena, in the Square was held transfixed by his presence. They all paused to watch him walk by. It was impossible not to. He was compelling and sexy in a way very few men were.

He held an aura that was dangerous and wild and by his slow, languorous moves, it was obvious that he would be incredible in bed. It was something you just knew intrinsically when you saw him and it rippled through your body like hot, seductive chocolate.

Standing six feet and six inches, Zarek always stood out in a crowd. Like her, he was dressed all in black.

His Godsmack t-shirt was a bit large and untucked, but even so it didn’t detract from that fact that Z was seriously ripped. And his custom-made leather pants cupped a butt so prime, it begged for a groping.

Not that she ever would. An undefinable air about him warned people to keep their hands to themselves if they wanted to keep breathing.

She smiled as she noted his boots. Z had a thing for German Goth clothing. Tonight he had on a pair of black biker boots that had nine vampire bat buckles going up the length of them.

He wore his long black hair loose and flowing around his shoulders. It was a perfect drape for a face that was eerily pretty and yet wholly masculine. Flawless. There was something about Z that made every hormone in her body stand up and pant for more.

Yet for all his sexual attractiveness, there was also an aura so dark and deadly that it kept her from ever thinking of him as anything more than a friend.


“Hey, gorgeous babe,” Vivian said.[Viv was the only one actually ALLOWED to say that to the psycho-vampire] She smiled as she realized his t-shirt paid tribute to the Godsmack song Vampires. How strangely apropos since Ash was an immortal who came equipped with his own set of fangs. “Nice shirt.”

Ignoring her compliment, he pulled the black backpack off his shoulder.

“How long has Selena been handcuffed to the fence?”


“About half an hour. I figured I’d hang out with her and keep her from becoming a vamp-kabob.”

"Well...I see you have everything in control then",Zarek said,his smooth Greek accent rolling off his tongue.

"Excuse me?The bloody-women bite me!",Vivian said with a huff,showing Zarek her index finger.Were tiny teeth mark were molded into her tanned skin.

Zarek only smirked,his fangs flashing.He pulled off his shades,revealing midnight eyes.Making his eyes look empty.Just like him . . .

"I have things to do,Viv",he said after awhile as he watched Selene,with a half-irriated and a half-amused look.
"Mmm..I see..so your going back to Alaska?".
"Gods no",he said quickly,his face looked shocked.Funny for a man .. er vampire.... who claimed never to have an emotion.He actually looked sad.
"Oh!Thats good...well its good to have you back then",Vivian smiled happily.

This is why Zarek liked this girl.She wasnt scared of him.She actually smiled around him,and didnt avert her eyes from him,spit on him and see him as a .... lowborn slave.

Zarek nodded but did not smile as he put his shades back on,slung his bag back over his shoulder,and started down the sidewalk again.Heading towards the pub.
He needed a drink.

[Serenity]

A rugged mans head laid on the table of the pub, any by-standers would've guessed that he was knocked out by alcohol, unless you came closer to him to notice the bite marks on his neck.
Christine's red lips curled into a smile. Just like how Lestat enjoy young women, she enjoy ignorant,stupid men.
She swung her fishnet stockinged leg over the other, and ran her hands through her raven hair.
It was great to get away from her pathetic little sister, sometimes she would wonder why she even bothered.

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When he entered the quiet pub,he looked around slowly.Midnight optics flickering around the faces of humans.A disgusted snort was made as he walked on in.Finding a deserted table at the back of the pub,he pulled out the chair and sat himself into it.Putting his bag at his side on the floor near his feet,he drummed his fingers ontop of the wooden table,boredly.His other hand which had five long,deadly sharp claws fitted to each of his fingers on his left hand; his hand was resting on his knee under the table.

As he waited for the server,which felt like forever he leaned over and rummaged through his bag,pulling out a small worn out book. 'The Little Prince' was scribbled on the front.
Finding his page were he left off last,he took out the piece of paper he used for a bookmarker and started to read his book.

His dark eyes would waver and look up over the rim of his book,eyeing the body on the table.A brow was raised and he didnt take any action to see if he was alright.
Not that he cared about other people.
He didnt need to waste his time of anyone else.

Yawning he turned the page in his book.Going back to reading while he waited for the waitress.

[Serenity]

She watched the man as he sat down and read.
" 'The Little Prince'..." She spoke softly to herself "...The only story that I actually enjoyed as a child..." Funny how that seemed to be about all that she could ever remember as a child.
She eyed his gothic attire, it reminded her of her Ex lover, in the back of his car... listening to Rammstein.
If curiosity killed the cat, then thank god I'm immortal! She chuckled.

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The vampire racked his clawed hand through ebony locks,resting his hand on the back of his neck.He felt no...he knew someone was watching him.And he hated that.Blinking,he shifted his gaze from his page and slowly looked up and over at the women.
"Can I help you?".
At that instant the waitress had spoken,and Zarek snapped his head up to the petite brunette women.As he was putting his bookmark back into his book to save his page,the waitress moved slightly away from him,taking out her little notepad and pen.
"Just a bottle of vodka..."
Aye he said the whole thing.
"Umm. . . what about just a large glass?",the women said,reasoning.The vampire sighed."Fine".And with that he reopened his book and began to finish reading his chapter.The waitress scampered off.

[Serenity]

'Can I help you?'
Christine flinched, she didn't realize that she was staring.
"Sorry, how rude of me..." She turned her head to examine her victim, who was probably a homeless drunk.
She stuck her hand into the corpse's back pocket and pulled out his wallet, viewing it's contents; a single five dollar bill.
She smirked, and dropped it into his empty glass.

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Zarek didnt comment back to the women,he just let her keep talking to no one.After awhile of waiting,the petite waitress came back with his drink,placing a large mug infront of him.He muttered a thank you and the lady moved away,going to another table.He gripped the glass handle and picked up his glass,bringing it to his lips.He sipped lightly at his drink.The vodka stinging his tongue.Though he was so used to it,he didnt bother him at all.And he hated the fact that he couldnt get drunk.One thing he hated about being immortal.And many other things that followed.
Staying alive for years.

There was really no use in killing himself,though he thought of suicide many times.But,if he was gone,that'll make many people happy.And zeus be damned,he'd never want that.He enjoyed pissing people off.

The small T.V on the other side of the room was showing the news.The news-reporter was talking about some criminal who attacked some cops in the town square.Nothing that catched /his/ interest,but the people around him starred at the fuzzy screen.

'The man was described as a tall /gaint/,standing about 6 foot 6,black hair shoulder lenght and a goatee' ---- long pause.--- 'oh and...silver claws?'

Zarek raised a brow,looking at his claws on his left hand.A tremor ran down his back.Slowly he turned and looked at the screen,and sure enough one of the bastard Pigs [cops] got a good description of him.The cop who he had attacked,had a broken arm and a big black eye.He was talking frantically how the 'monster' came out of no where and attacked them.A friend of his died.

Zarek cursed,running his hand over his chin.A days growth of beard tickled his fingers.He had shaved off his goatee.Under Acheron's orders.
Going back to his drink he sighed into his glass and took a swig.

[Serenity]

Christine listened contently to the news report, then glanced at the man, then noticing his 'claw'.
She raised a thin eye brow. "Cops are annoying as hell, aren't they?" Unsure of what to say, and completely bored, small talk was just about all that she could think of. "Alot of the bastards think that they own you."
She leaned back in the chair and sighed, expecting a 'hmm' or a grunt from the other.