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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 25, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -6
'Click Click Click' was the sound her boots made as she ran after a vampire. It was much past midnight in Boston, the moon's belated light shined down on Leslie's tan-creme skin making it almost completely white. Her outfit consisted of everything she always wore on Slayer bussiness; Black, leather corset with short shorts, also made of black leather; fishnets that ran down until it disappeared up her black, shiny, leather thigh high boots. She had her pistol on her right hip and her revolver on her left. Her FBI badge was clipped on the top of her left boot, shining in even the slight light of the moon. Her soft, chocolate brown hair brushed her shoulders, falling into her face. She had several black rubber bands on each arm and were all evenly spread out four milimeters apart.
She licked her lips, which had been touched by the scent of vampire. Another meal would soon come. She watched as the male vampire turned a corner quickly. She mimiced his skidded movement until he ran down an alley. She snickered as he nearly ran into the wall. She watched him as he turned cuatiously, following his eyes as his darted from her face to her badge and back. He looked at her with merciful eyes, falling to his knees. She laughed again. She walked over to him, picking her heel up. His eyes were staring at the ground, until she knocked him over with her foot. He looked up at her as she pressed her heel down on his chest.
"Not going to try and get away. Too bad, I enjoy working for my food."
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Post by trecex on Jan 25, 2009 21:01:50 GMT -6
Trece was on a recon mission for his clan in Boston, something he decided to do for himself for once. He wanted to get out and create art. Art was what he called the battle, the slaughtering of vampires by his swords. To become great he had to defeat thousands. That was his goal to become the greatest swords man on earth. He had been hunting vamps all night, whilst gathering information on Boston for his clan. He already killed seven of them without even unsheathing his swords. Just for once would he like to have a decent battle where he would have to pull out his favorite weapon, his dual crimson swords.
Walking down the dark alleys of Boston he found most of his hunts. He just happened to be walking around a corner when he saw a vampire cross into the alley adjacent to him. He started to pursue but slowed down when he caught sight of a woman chasing him, one who seemed to be a slayer. He saw her badge on her top left boot that confirmed that she might be slaying vampires, but one can never be too cautious. As he ran down the alley chasing them, when he finally caught up he saw her boot on his chest. He pulled off his scatter shotgun off his back set it to line blast, popped in a spiral bullet, cocked it and shot the vampire in the face. As the bullet impacted it scattered all over his face destroying it almost completely.
“Hunting vampires I see. You know you should kill them when they are down, not take time and have a conversation. Your pride of a slayer is nothing less than low class dirt waiting to be wiped from the earth seeing how you carry out your duties. Unless you are not a slayer and you have other business?”
His said pointing his shotgun at her.
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 25, 2009 21:21:59 GMT -6
She looked down at the vampire, smiling. She was just leaning in when the blood began to splatter. She knew someone was behind her, but she didn't look. She growled, nearly lunging toward the blood that both made her skin crawl from her OCD and the blood that her lips and throat lingered for. She pulled herself away, pushing her tight fists against the wall. She twisted her head to the side to look at this other slayer who was pointing his gun at her. She growled again, pursing her lips.
"Well, god damn it. Don't you like to ruin meals, now don't you? Now he's no longer apetizing."
She pulled herself off of the wall, her thoat burning widely. She stepped up to the man, pushing the gun away. She then stepped back, pulling randomly at the band on her arms. It was an obvious anger mangement technique to help calm herself. She licked her fangs, her face still pouty. She stopped with the rubber bands, and moved her hand over to push her bang away. She stepped close to the slayer again.
"Now, there, what's your name slayer?"
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Post by trecex on Jan 25, 2009 21:39:20 GMT -6
This one was a weird one she clenched her fists the second killed the vampire. He couldn’t tell if she was angry at the statement he made or the fact that he killed the vampire and splattered it. She growled at him, he had his finger on the trigger getting ready to pull if he needed to. He was ready to squeeze it when she told him he ruined her meal. If that wasn’t a confirmation he didn’t know what was but he wanted to make sure not to kill a fellow slayer. He saw the vampire on the ground disappear in front of his eyes.
She stepped toward him moving the gun out the way and stepping back, then pulled at some sort of band. He knew something was up she was acting way too weird to be normal he kept up his guard just in case ready to pull a mortal draw (sword attack where you unsheathe your sword in an instant, instantly killing your opponent.) if he needed. She stepped closer, he stepped back re-raising the gun back towards her.
“Names Trece Xakex, now answer me this and answer honestly. Are you a vampire or not? I don’t like wasting my time with frivolous battles and fruitless fights, if I have to these swords at my side will be the last thing you see…. Tell me what was you doing chasing him and what do you mean by ruining your meal?”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 25, 2009 21:51:43 GMT -6
She laughed as he pointed the gun back up to her. She pushed it away. She fixed her rubber bands, and smiled. She stepped only a bit closer, with an even devilisher smile placed upon her dark red lips. She looked him in the eye, before speaking.
"The name's Leslie Moon. And, yes, I am a vampire. But, sadly, only half. And I believe you know what I mean by meal. I'm not a regular vampire, now am I?"
She backed away only a foot step, still looking straight in his eyes. She smiled, then licked her fangs again. Her OCD was kicking her in the stomach again. She winced only a bit, then straighten her stance back again. She had her hand ready to push the gun away again if he tried to even pull it up again. She fiddle with her badge with the other hand, straightening it up again.
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Post by trecex on Jan 25, 2009 22:28:24 GMT -6
She smiled pushing his gun away again. He had half of a mind to start pulling the trigger. She turned out to be a vampire after all but hunting other vampires is something he had never heard of. He knew the world was changing but not at this pace. What the heck was going on, they never hunt their own kind. Are their numbers dwindling that much to be a taking on themselves or is it the humans that are the ones short in numbers.
“Well Miss Moon what is a vampire doing sucking the blood out of other vampires? Why are you making a meal out of them, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She licked her fangs, the same fangs that let him know she was telling the truth about being a vampire. She had her and up, he took a big step back and put the gun right back to her face. He was ready to pull his swords out, he was ready to cut her to ribbons the same second she breathed.
“Don’t move my gun again… I have zero tolerance for that shit.”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 25, 2009 22:41:25 GMT -6
"Well, finally someone with just as bitchy as me."
She chuckled softly, smiling again. She pushed her hair back, trying to push him a little more off edge. She had this soft smug face. She looked at him in silence, pulling at her rubber bands again. By the time he looked like he was getting much more angry, she answered him with a quiet voice.
"I told you, I'm not like the other. I'm half human. Human blood is bleck, just horrid. But vampire blood. Such a different story. Now, what's your story? You look like you have a score to settle with something..."
She smiled again, stepping closer to him again. He was fun to piss off. She went back to silently pulling at her bands. She smiled slightly, pushing her hair back several times. She wanted know what his problem was anyway.
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Post by trecex on Jan 25, 2009 23:20:42 GMT -6
“You know you realllly shouldn’t get on my bad side, right now I’m in a good mood despite what you see right now. I don’t have anything stuck up my ass, to those who know me this is my persona so deal with it. I don’t have a story.” He shrugged. “I just to let you know I don’t take to kindly to people who take pleasure in provoking me.”
He stepped closer to her when she stepped closer to him, he brought his shotgun from her chest to her face. Then stepped an inch closer to her to make sure it was in her face this time. He didn’t feel like going through a tug of war with her putting his gun back in her face and her pushing it back.
“I have no flashy story, no score to settle with anyone, just a drive to complete my mission and kill anyone and everyone in my way. You want a story I’m not the one to come asking about one, but if you wanna talk about stories so much ….what’s your story… Leslie, what is a half vampire, half human doing in the first place. Be careful to what you say and do, otherwise it would be your last words or your last decision.”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 26, 2009 0:13:57 GMT -6
She laughed softly. 'He thinks he's sooooo badass, now doesn't he,' she thought to herself. She smiled smugly, even as he pushed his gun to her face. It would've been more productive to have just shot her in the heart. She had once had that experience. She could be killed like any regular old human. She would've pushed it down, but didn't want to take the chance.
"Well, if you want to know how I came to be such a... a disgrace to the name of both human and vampire, it's quite simple. I was born and raised like a normal child. Only I'm a bit different. And the weirdest of all things could only been shown. Now if you be a good boy and drop the gun, I'll show you it."
She waited and watched him closely. She pulled at her bands in rhythmic patterns. This calmed herself, but also prepare herself for what she would possible be doing.
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Post by trecex on Jan 26, 2009 10:02:39 GMT -6
He sneered he didn’t like taking orders from anyone other than his father, let alone a lowly vampire. He lowered his gun and took a few steps back.
“Ok but if you try anything you will be dead in the same second.”
He waited for her to speak, he was on guard for anything she had to offer. He didn’t know if she was going to pull a trick up her sleeve and try to attack him or just show him something. He found this to be annoying he didn’t want this to spin out of control. That is the last thing on his mind right about now. His father always taught him to stay in control of the battle at all times. To never lose focus no matter what happens otherwise he could lose his life in a heartbeat.
He kept his eyes directly at her face when she was looking at him, when she looked around or looked down to show him, he took that time to check her out. She wasn’t too bad, not shabby at all. If she wasn’t an abomination he would definitely try to get with her, but that to him was neither here nor there. He had his finger still on the trigger if need be he would pull his shotgun up and start blasting away if he had to he wasn’t going to take any chances on his life especially not with a half vampire. He waited on her to make her move, to “show” him whatever it was she wanted to show him. She pulled at those bands like they were controlling something, his eyes glanced at them ever so often he didn’t want nothing to happen because he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings.
“Will you go ahead and get this over with, I have business to take care of.”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 26, 2009 11:14:35 GMT -6
She toke a deep breath before pulling out a a tiny knife from behind her badge. She pulled out her arm, gripping the knife tightly in her other hand. She took the knife, slanting it on it's side, pushing down at an open section of her arm. The then the skin broke open. And there was blood, but it was different. The blood shined in a purple and orange.She winced, pulling the knife away. She shoke it off, then put the knife away behind her badge. She pressed her finger against her cut, sealing it with the blood.
"Something different, I said. Now do you trust I won't do anything to kill you....?"
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Post by trecex on Jan 26, 2009 15:09:40 GMT -6
He watched her pulling out a small knife out, he lowered his gun interested in what she had to show him. Then she did something unexpected she used the knife on herself cutting her arm. Purple and Orange what the HELL! He didn’t expect that. He was dumbfounded, flabbergasted, he didn’t know what to make of what he was seeing. Even if she was a vampire her blood was supposed to be red just like everyone else’s, even werewolves have red blood. So what made her different, he didn’t know whether she was an experiment or a freak of nature.
“What the hell, is is …. That even possible… what… are you?”
He said backing up from her. He knew he couldn’t get scared, he kept his calm and put his shotgun back on his back. Looking at her with a glare he pulled his swords out ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Who are you and what are you?”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 26, 2009 16:09:08 GMT -6
She laughed, watching him closely. 'Well, isn't this enjoyabe? He looks scared shitless,' she thought, smiling to herself. She had seemed to just notice that he was a handsome boy, like those boys they called 'pretty boys' when she was in high school. And boy exactly described him to her. There would not, nor could not, be anything between the two. He looked like only a boy, and she was a lady of 27. Had it always been that way with her and guys? She couldn't understand how it seemed she would only noticed attration when guys were surely cowering in fear. She pulled at her bands once again.
"I told you, pretty boy, that I am a half vampire named Leslie Moon. What more do you need? I ain't gonna eat you..."
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Post by trecex on Jan 26, 2009 22:18:54 GMT -6
“Hey I ain’t a pretty boy so let’s get that straight, you don’t need to repeat yourself I’m not deaf, ignorant, or dumb. You can go to my brother for that. As for eating me you wouldn’t lay a finger on me even if you tried, I’d cut you to ribbons before you got a chance to do any of such.” He sneered, chuckling. “Who do you think I am to be scared of a little change in blood, I come from the elite you are not fit to stand in the presence of the likes of me. If you think you do you can put your life where your mouth is and fight me one on one, sword on sword.”
He pointed one of his crimson swords at her then beckoned her to fight.
“If you really are a slayer then you wouldn’t mind having a friendly sparring match would you?”
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Post by lesliemoon on Jan 26, 2009 22:30:29 GMT -6
She laughed again. Leslie fighting this... this... young boy. She smiled wickedly. She doesn't play with toys like that. She's more of an artilerary person. Her own fangs and guns. She went on pulling at her bands and looked him in the face.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't go through years in the FBI to learn to play fight. I spent my time rising to the top so I could go undercover and shoot shit. Though it was a hard way up there..."
She shuddered, thinking about all the male abuse she had to go through to get where she was. She stopped pulling at her bands and began gasping for breath. She fell to her knees for a moment, pressing her hand lightly against the wall. Gasping... Gasping... And then silent tears. Another thing she doesn't do infront of another slayer... or human for that fact. When her breath caught her, she sat there for a second. Another problem wrong with this abomination. She began wiping the tears away.
"I'm sorry, I don't do that..."
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