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Post by Gillian Velmont on Nov 13, 2011 11:13:08 GMT -5
Gillian walked down a small path that not many people would wander down at night. No light lit the path, his eyes could still see as clearly as day. One of the many benefits of being a creature of the dark. It would seem odd to someone if they were to find Gillian out here in the park. He was wearing a really expensive suit, he wore his usual pair of custom made shoes which could tackle any terrain and wouldn't wear out easily. Each step he took he crunched leafs, the path was becoming less of a path each time it took a turn, Gillian now just wandered aimlessly in the little forest he had ventured in.
Taking his right hand he placed it on an oak tree that was very healthy, underneath his palm he could feel the marking on the tree he had etched in a while back. Kneeling down on one knee had reached down through a small hole that was naturally made by the tree. It was under the base of the tree, the roots had grown at an awkward angle and created this pocket under the tree. His fingers casually searched the hole as he had done this process many times, he was retrieving his payments. Gillian was a mercenary, a hired blade. He had successfully took out a target his employer had needed killed. And he had his employer place the money for his job inside of this small hole.
Pulling his hand back out, which now held onto a small package wrapped up in a McDonald's paper bag. Standing up slowly he pulled open the top of the bag, there lay a good amount of fresh hundred dollar bills and a small note. Pulling the note out he read it then tossed it back into the hole. It was a note from his latest employer thanking him for a job well done. Gillian took no care in it so after tossing it down rolled the top of the bag back down and began to walk away from the tree. Now he would need to get home to place the money in his safe. But Gillian had a strange feeling someone was going to interrupt his walk. Which he hoped it was someone whom could actually challenge his skill.
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Post by Tristan Holt on Nov 14, 2011 15:57:41 GMT -5
Now wasn't this interesting sight to behold on a starless night such as this, a man dressed to the nines in an expensive suit reaching for one of those greasy fast food bags that the humans in his city loved. Tristan had seen many things during this extensive lifetime but this was something else indeed. Destroying household, ravishing queens and other men's wives had been the norm for this particular vampire but a sight such as this was a surprise, a treat if you will that went against everything society stood for, not that it truly matter to him. Society could keep its terribly simple rules and regulations that bound much weaker men. Tristan Holt was in no way shape or form a weaker man like the humans who flitted through this park night and day. This had been a passing fancy, leaving the mansion to simply get away from the ever-growing chaos that came with his youngest return.
At night, central park was a haven for the supernatural. The perfect place to hunt the lonely and easily forgotten members of society. At first this had been his reason for entering the park, blood sliding down the back of his throat chasing his worries away, replacing everything that had been racing through his mind with simpler base desire. This sight had changed everything as the gears within his dark, scheming mind turned. If he played his cards right, this could turn everything around and make this a night he would not want to forget.
He just had to time this correctly, not spook this shady looking man even though he was dressed in such finery closely matching his own. Taking an unneeded deep breath, masking his true heritage as a human with nervous disposition crossed his path. A cruel smirk played on his lips as their eyes meet, the woman’s heart and pace sped up. Oh what fun humans were to scare! Quickly his eyes turned back to the mysterious man by the oak tree.
“You know I can’t say I have seen you here before” He started, his hawk like eyes trained on the lean figure standing mere meters away from his position. No heart beat, fantastic! A human would be no fun, just a passing interest but another vampire was always more entertaining in this human infested, boring technology obsessed world. “I know every vampire within my city” He added, his words wrapped in a hint of hostility and a dash of curiosity at the identity of this man, of this fellow vampire.
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Post by Gillian Velmont on Nov 15, 2011 19:39:14 GMT -5
As soon as Gillian heard the first intake of breath he had be alerted to a stranger. His senses no telling him why he wasn't able to detect this man whom was now not unnoticed by Gillian. His hand swiftly dug inside of his suit pulling out a lethal looking dagger, the blade had been painted red with blood, he had not wiped it clean for awhile. The hilt was pointing up towards the sky with the tip of the blade pointed at the ground. Slowly Gillian turned slightly to hide his weapon even though he had just shown it to the man plain as day. Gillian didn't want to hide the fact he had a weapon, but he had other reasons for this tactic of his.
Gillian took an intake of breath out of habit as to calm himself, he always got to excited when someone posed a threat to him and he knew something was about to happen he would enjoy. His ears picked up on a quick rustle of leaves behind him. Something small had just jumped out from its hole and was scared half to death, Gillian could pick up on its heart as it got away and its beating slowed down as it got to a safe distance. His eyes slowly going over this mans figure, he was dressed properly, his attire would startle any walking this late at night. The humans would think him a secretive man whom works for some government.
Gillian knew differently, this man had no beating heart and the reason for his clothing was probably to do with him being a fancy noble of some high class vampire clan. His lips began to play music from his lips, it seemed as his voice said each word with pleasure " Apparently you don't seem to be kept up to date with every vampire in your city." . Smirking slightly Gillian waited for the other vampire to reply with a challenge. A glint of excitement was dancing like a flame in Gillians eyes as he continued to size up the man, looking for weakness.
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Post by Tristan Holt on Nov 23, 2011 18:01:41 GMT -5
This was most interesting, this new vampire was definitely something unique, similar to the many hunter he had encountered over his vast lifetime. It was that same harden attitude, that cold look in his eyes. It sent shivers of excitement bouncing up and down his spine, reaching and tingling his fingers. Tristan was itching for a fight, this man would be a most enjoyable opponent and that was something he had encountered with human hunters. They were nothing more than a disappointment underneath all their bark.
Tristan could not help but raised an eyebrow at the sight of the dagger, this man was definitely something else. He was one to keep an eye on, the master vampire never felt more alive than in this brief moment. Excitement rushed through him like lightning, never before had another being but his former mate brought the man out of hiding, the man wanted to accept the challenge of a fight. Oh the last few centuries had changed the man, mellowing the fight that had always been there beneath the surface. Tristan Holt had truly becoming a modern man, one who didn’t fight just exist as it were, let the world pass him by.
“So it seems” He added flatly, taking in this man’s appearance once more. It was no different than himself even though there were likely centuries between them. It seemed that this one had escaped his watch, he had slipped through the gaps with ease. “I feel it’s only polite that I introduce myself to you” He started most politely, it was the master vampire speaking but all the time, he was closely watching his every motion. If this man proved to a threat to his coven, to his way of ruling his city then he would have to be gotten rid of. He might be a vampire but that did not matter, it was no defence when Tristan had concluded that someone was a threat to his coven.
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