Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Jan 21, 2012 19:20:00 GMT -5
Motherfucker ... we're gonna gut your ass ...
-The thug motioned with his gun to the others, about seven in total, all armed with guns, knives, one even sported a wicked looking axe. They'd caught the blond boy with their stash and now they were gonna gut him and leave him to hang from his own intestines. No one fucked with MS-13. No one, especially not some white boy who should know better. The sounds of crying girls surrounded them, some prostitutes, some girls they'd gotten from El Salvadore or Chile to sell in America. Some as young as 14. Nikolai relaxed in the darkness with one in his arms. He had his hand across her mouth as she cried and whispered a prayer in Portuguese. He stared down reaching out as he toyed with the cross around her neck. He dusted his lips across her ear speaking softly in her language ... -
You believe in the lord?
-She nodded quietly while the vampire patted her head lightly ... -
You didn't see me did you?
-She shook her head as he let her drop to the ground. She was smart enough to make no noise. She knew better. She crawled on hands and knees. The russian boy watched her go. He had no interest in the blood of a child. Sweet, sure, but what Nikolai wanted was a fight, he wanted some fun. He smirked moving through the darkness circling his prey before showing himself with his hands up in the air-
Look ... I didn't take anything ...
-His eyes were on the ground as he shook quietly. He could play scared boy well. The leader sneered as one grabbed Nikolai from behind holding him in a choke lock. He inhaled the sweet scent still pretending while the other gripped his knife and dug it deep in his stomach ... -
We're gonna gut you fool ... does that feel good?
-Nikolai screamed out in pain before that degenerated into laughter. He gripped the hand that held the knife and dug it deeper in his own stomach ... -
Yeah .. feels good ...
-The gang member's eyes widened as he tried to push the knife in more but the vampire gripped his throat roughly holding on as he tugged him in closer leaning in as he licked his own lips before he claimed the man's lips biting off his cheek and tongue before pushing him back as he spat them out. The human fell to the ground trying to scream but all that came out was a muffled incoherent gurgling as Nikolai tugged the knife from his stomach easily healing the damage. Not all vampires of course could take as much punishment, some more than others, and he had learned how to take alot and survive. He grabbed the one holding him who easily towered him and looked to weight about a hundred pounds more in a headlock of his own as he took the knife scooping out one eye as the other watched horrorified for a moment-
I like the way you do business. Maim and let live ... spread the word. Fear is a good tool but you see sometimes that kind of fear attracts bigger predators around ... like ... me ... now is the time to pray to that God that doesn't exist ...
-He laughed as they unloaded their guns in him all screaming. He moved with that speed so they ended up mostly shooting one another before he tore through them leaving so little left that the police would have a long night identifying which hand went with which body. Hours later he arrived home. Comit would hear the door open as the vampire undressed. The wolf smelled blood as the vampire undressed dropping the clothes in the garbage can. The shower turned on and when the wolf went to investigate he'd find Nikolai naked beneath the shower. Blood was pooling at his feet. His body held fresh stab wounds and bullet holes. They were healing slowly but it would take some time. He didn't even open his eyes as he spoke ... -
Dig the bullets out would you?
-He held out the wicked knife to the boy as he waited for him to come and help. He enjoyed the fresh bit of pain. It wasn't much but it was enough to relax him. He knew the murders would be on the news soon, gang related violence, but he didn't care. He'd not done it to be good. He'd not picked them because they were evil men. They were just the most fun to kill. Everyday people froze up on him. It was boring. Those baby blue eyes opened as he stared at the wolf. The truth was time wore out the minds of the undead. Year after year. It was hard to describe that to anyone that hadn't seen as many decades go by as he had. He lost count of how many dead were at his feet. How many wars he'd been a part of, to ask such a creature hold on to any moral code was impossible, but Nikolai had. He knew to degrade into total monstrosity would mean his own insanity, his own death, so he held on to his own set of rules and stared the younger boy hoping he'd keep him young, keep him sane. Rivulets of water dropped down his sinewy muscles and across his face. He looked almost young for a moment, with the pale blond hair clinging to his forehead, like he might have when he'd first gotten turned-