Lexington "Lex" Bostwick (ex_rapidhush770) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-01-21 08:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-08, lex |
Seems like salvation comes only in our dreams
Who: Lex, Val, and an unlucky NPC
Where: Streets of Ann Arbor
When: Late evening
Warning: Violence and gore
Simply because it was raining didn’t mean it was going to hinder a vampire’s performance in the night. Lex grew up in London, for god’s sake. This was a walk in the park for him. After the job he had to do for Domina, wrangling up the slaves back at Ad Gustum, just about anything was easy now. Well, almost all the slaves, anyways. Kitty was still out there. The fact she slipped away angered the Shade immensely. He would find the bitch and show her where she belonged. She would be bound and gagged for the rest of her immortal life just for the stunt she pulled. Until then, however, Lex had to keep himself occupied, and when paired with someone like Val and a situation like the blood-frenzied vampires running about, it was a dangerous duo walking the streets at night.
And Lex had finally done something about his hair. His sire was kind enough to find a stylist to dye it back to his natural color. Still way shorter than what he was used to, but it would have to do. He wore his typical dark, layered attire, his trench-coat weighing him down slightly from the rain fall. In reality, nothing could slow down a vampire unless it was a brickwall, and even then Lex would just scale up it. “Apparently this girl those guys tipped us off on frequents bars often. Perhaps we should start making the rounds and see if we find her. Shouldn’t be hard. Find the one chick that doesn’t have a heartbeat.” Lex snorted with a smirk. He recalled Garrick speaking of this female vampire, who was stupid enough to inquire about firearms at his armory. While that made Lex want to laugh, it was another bit of information to give the two men when facing off with her. Lex never fancied such noisy contraptions and always preferred blades. Val could use whatever pleased him and Lex did remember a pair of silver pliers in his bag just for his friend.
When a vampire was foolish enough to make frequent, identifiable kills in the same territory, they were likely to leave other clues laying about as well. Val had been asking questions since his arrival, slowly narrowing down the vampires in the area and singling out the culprit. Or culprits, plural. At this point, Val knew there was more than one. What he hadn’t known was where to find them, but with a better focus he knew which questions to ask. With his own powers of persuasion and Lex beside him, people were quick to talk, finding them a bigger threat than whomever they were tracking. This one was a girl, one that stalked the human bars before selecting her prey. They knew nothing about what she looked like, but Lex was right-- one dead girl would be easy to find in a crowd of breathers.
“I still find it shocking how sloppy some of us can be,” Val said as they walked towards a bar. It might not be the one, but it was a good place to start if she was out tonight. “This wouldn’t even be necessary if she knew how to clean up her own mess.” He’d dressed casually tonight in anticipation of the hunt. Dark jeans, boots, and a black fitted t-shirt were perfect for the job. Hunting was the one time that Val purposefully dressed down, preferring now to stain his nicer clothes with blood.
“Tch, tell me about it. Makes the rest of us look like hungry wolves.” Lex followed Val’s lead and entered the bar, letting the sound of both the music and overlaying voices bombard his ears. Blue eyes scanned the perimeter as he slowly walked in, looking for a face that would fit the bill. Val had a point - this wouldn’t be needed if the damn bitch knew how to clean up her tracks. Leave it to the women to not know what to do. Typical. Heaving out an annoyed sigh at the thought, Lex turned his head to look on over to his fellow vampire friend and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t see anything yet. Perhaps we should head towards the counter.” His flicked on over in that direction, eying only the backs of various heads, which didn’t help from his angle, though there were several females. Worth a shot and he was definitely in the mood to smack a bitch.
“We can be,” Val said under his breath with a smirk. “Just don’t need it in the news.” His eyes scanned the bar, lingering on a woman who he’d like to have a drink from rather than with. Too bad that wasn’t on the agenda for the evening. “Works for me,” he said, strolling towards the bar. “I noticed you ditched the pink mohawk. Not working for you?” he teased. It was casual conversation that allowed him to scan the room without standing out. Two silent men staring at the women in the bar could attract unwanted attention and a fight with a bunch of human men would end in a blood bath that wouldn’t help their cause. They needed the vampire. Then the fun could begin.
Lex simply snorted at the statement about them being wolves. Oh so true. He didn’t want his face being plastered all over the morning news the time he kidnapped all the slaves for Ad Gustum. Thankfully it lined up perfectly with the demons and the whole thing was written off. The comment about the pink hair, though? He tried not to roll his eyes or come off too irritated. “No, apparently pink was so last year and not my color,” he remarked dryly while staying by Val’s side, then looked over to him and just laughed. Probably the only man he could actually have a laugh with. Anyone else would have had their throats slit for such a comment. Val was on the same wavelength with Lex and it would have been a waste to part with the fellow vampire. As they closed in on the bar, Lex slowed down and focused on his senses, feeling the pulses throb through his body, eying each individual and matching up each person with each beat. All except one. “I think we might have a suspect.” Lex motioned over to the woman with his chin, then looked to Val to see what the next move was.
Val snickered at Lex’s response, still curious about what had possessed Lex to dye his hair pink but not so much as to push it. He’d done something just as absurd once, also in pink, oddly enough, and he understood the desire not to speak of the incident. He could laugh about it now, but it was years ago. Luckily, Lex had missed it, or he’d never live it down. His focus was brought back to the hunt as he followed Lex’s gaze, breaking out the vampire from the breathers. The brunette was attempting to chat up a man, one that must have gotten a glimpse of her fangs for how uncomfortable he looked at the moment. All for the better. It was easier to pull her away when her current companion wanted her gone. “Let me talk to her,” Val said, winking at Lex before approaching the woman. As soon as he stepped up to her she looked put off, the man beside her ready to run. “Hello, darling,” he said, looking right into her eyes. “Come with me, please.” It was not a request she was able to refuse.
Ah, The Styxs always had a way with words. Had they sired someone like Lex, he could look at someone like Tanith and say, ‘Fuck off, bitch’ and she probably would. Sadly, this is why Val was the face of the operation and Lex brought all of the lovely toys. Oh, he didn’t forget about the silver pliers and the heavy gloves needed to handle them either. Standing off to the side, Lex waited, only to smirk lightly when he watched the dumb bitch get up from her seat, looking on over to Val and nodded in his direction. Job well done for him. “Shall we go outside for some air then? A bit stuffy in here?” A chuckle slipped past Lex’s lips as he took the massive liberty to look over the woman. Lovely body on the vampire and such a shame that it was going to be bloodied soon. It’s what the dumb bitch got for making the rest of them look bad. Holding the door open for Val, Lex stepped back into the rain and looked both ways before motioning over to an alleyway that was close by. “You new in town, love?” He asked the female vampire, eying her with a look that only a predator would give his prey. Maybe Lex shouldn’t have opened his mouth, but they were outside now. What was the worst she was going to do to them?
It was so easy that Val couldn’t help but grin. The woman followed behind him with a bewildered look, obviously not accustomed to her body doing things her mind didn’t agree to. Only the strong willed could fight off a Styx command and this vampire didn’t appear to be on the list. Better for them, too bad for her. No one paid them any attention as they disappeared out the door and into an alley, blending in with the night. The rain only helped their cause, leaving the parking lots and side streets abandoned for drier ground. “None of your fucking business,” she snapped. So she was mad. All the better for them. Val enjoyed a good fight, even when it was unbalanced. “Answer the question,” he smirked. It was too easy. She looked at him every time he opened his mouth and then she had to do exactly as he said. “Yes,” she said, now going for a shorter answer as she attempted to glare them down. It wasn’t going to work. “Responsible for the bodies turning up all over town? Making a mess?” he inquired. Fear flashed in her eyes. “You really should learn to put away your toys.”
Oh, this one liked to bite back. Lex could play that game. Quite well, actually. Once they were settled in the alleyway, he watched the terror linger upon the brunette’s. “Aww, did someone find you out?” He feigned a bit of a pout, watching the stupid bitch shoot him a glare as he snickered. “Either that or you should learn not to play with our toys to begin with.” To that, her eyes seemed to flare up, not enjoying that comment Lex made. “Your toys?” She growled at him. “Our town, our toys,” Lex remarked coldly. “Don’t come in here and think you can piss on everything and claim it as yours.” The two stared at each other for a moment before Lex looked over her body once more, unable that hide that smirk of his. “What a shame. It always has to be the women who have to go off and do something stupid these days.”
To that, she responded quite poorly. Her actions were lightning fast, reaching for her belt and whipping it off. It actually appeared to be a metal whip of sort. Clever girl, using her own fashion as a means of weaponry. Sadly for her, Lex was faster than a typical vampire, spending far too many years to excel in his speed. He blinked in an instant, disappearing into the shadows as she attempted to hit him, only to have Lex reappear behind her. “Want to play, do you?” With another growl, she lunged herself away for more distance and wielded her metal whip. Lex simply opened up his trenchcoat to unsheathe his katana and tossed Val a bag of ‘goodies.’ “Knock yourself out, mate.”
It would have been easier if she broke down and started crying for forgiveness, but Val was pleased to have a fight on his hands. She might be skilled, but she was outnumbered, and that in itself would present a problem for her. Now that they had their prize, there was no way in hell they would let her walk away. Val snickered as Lex goaded the girl, and caught the bag to see what his options were. The pliers were there, but those would come later. To start with he selected a silver knife to accompany his favorite of under-utilized weapons, silver razor-wire. Both required leather gloves to handle, but Val had come prepared.
“No one tells me what to do,” she snapped, to which Val rolled his eyes. “There are rules, darling, and you’ve broken too many of them for just a slap on the wrist.” They intended to make an example out of her, send a message to the rest of the idiots out there that were giving vampires a bad name. Well, that was Val’s intention. Lex might just be along for the ride, which Val didn’t mind in the slightest. A flick of her wrist and her whip sliced down towards Val, barely missing him as he dodged to the side. It was what he was waiting for, though, and he reached out to grab the whip as she began to flip it back. “Now that wasn’t nice,” he grinned, tugging it in his direction. She could fight him for it, if she wanted, but she would do better to remember he wasn’t the only one to watch.
Lex gazed over to the side, curious as to what poison Val picked for the little brawl, only to chuckle at his friend’s selection. Seemed like he was saving the best for last. Smart man. And just as Val had grabbed hold of the dumb wench’s whip, she began struggling in an attempt to retrieve her prized possession back. “Is that all you rely on, love?” Lex spat in her direction. “You seem more like a one-trick-pony than a vampire at this point.” Upon saying those words, the brunette growled and whipped out a firearm from the inner folds of her jacket with a silencer attached to the barrel. Why anyone thought it was a brilliant idea to give a woman a gun was beyond Lex, but it made him laugh. “Why don’t you put that away before you hurt yourself, hmm?” She refused to listen, firing the first bullet in Lex’s direction, though the Shade didn’t stay in one spot. He jumped through the shadows, darting closer to her, ricocheting off the walls as she continued to unload bullets after him, leaving Lex enough time to slip back into the darkness to evade injury. By the time she ran out of ammunition, he was there before her, sword in hand, and in one fell swoop severed her hand armed with the gun. Lex couldn’t help but smirk as she cried out in agony. “Told you you would hurt yourself.”
Two of them at once really seemed to be more than she could handle. If there was a way for her to run and hide, she’d yet to take it, a poor choice on her part. The longer she stayed, the lower her chances of survival, but then that was exactly what Val and Lex were hoping for. When the gun appeared, Val cursed under his breath and took a stab at her as she shot at Lex. He didn’t know if it was loaded with silver bullets or not, but he didn’t want to find out. The knife grazed her side, directing her attention his way, and then Val disappeared, dodging a bullet in his bat form. Guns were an annoyance, but Lex handled it easy enough, allowing Val to shift back to his human form and take up rank beside him. “I hate guns,” he murmured to Lex as an offhand before turning back to business. As he plunged the silver knife into her gut, Val looked her directly in the eyes, his smile cruel. “Tell me your name and house,” he said, then punctuated his words with a twist of the knife. “Now.” It didn’t matter what she said; he just wanted to know for future use.
“You and me both,” he rolled his eyes. Guns were for amateurs who had no skill, and thus just pointed and shot like this dumb bitch did. She was obviously no match for two highly skilled vampires, one of them being a trained assassin. Lex walked on over to her, snickered as Val penetrated the knife within her. That had to hurt. The look on her face contorted as she tried to scream, only to choke on her own pain. He knew that Val had the power of influence over people with a mere stare, but it seemed like the woman was doing her best to resist him. Second time around was perhaps hard. Though the second she spat in Val’s direction, Lex was there to throw a fist into the side of her face, happy to hear the crack of her jaw breaking. She was a vampire - it would heal in a few minutes. “HE ASKED YOU A QUESTION, CUNT.” And on that note, Lex refused to play nice, blinking back down the alley to retrieve the bag of “goodies” he brought along and then blinked back to Val. “Seeing the bitch can’t play nice, how about we play with her, hmm?”
Val might not have been a trained assassin, but any vampire worth his fangs learned how to fight over the years. What he’d not known as a human, Val had made up for as a vampire, making him as dangerous an adversary as any. When she brought her hand up to strike at him-- her only hand at this point-- Val caught it with his own, winding the razor wire around her wrist before giving a vicious tug. The scream that had threatened to let loose before now rang out in the night and, had it not been raining, Val would have resorted to killing her then and there. Screams were the sort of thing that brought people running, and they couldn’t have that. Fortunately for them, the storm muffled her cries of pain and with another sharp twist the woman found herself lacking both her hands. “Katrina. And I can’t tell ya. They’ll kill me,” she said, finally to the point where she was willing to speak, but apparently unable to tell them what they wanted to know. Val had seen it before, a strong willed vampire or human capable of avoiding a Styx command. For this one, it must have been a fear of her house over a fear of her current situation. Apparently she still thought she was getting out of this alive. How, he didn’t know, especially without hands. “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Val said, grinning over at Lex before her took her by the neck and slammed her up against the wall. “Play time, love.”
Looked like the girl finally broke down and gave her name, but at this point it wasn’t going to do her any good. A house was more important at that point, which she still seemed reluctant to share with them. “Silly girl,” Lex tsked while slipping on a pair of heavy, leather gloves. “You’re actually concerned about your house killing you?” Searching through the bag, he pulled out a simple riding crop with silver lining along the tip. He tapped the device in his hand while making his way on over to this Katrina. “You should be more concerned about what we’re going to do with you.” Because like hell Lex wanted her to escape this alive. Bitch was going to have a slow, painful as fuck death as far as she was concerned. He watched her glare at him, obviously not impressed by his words, to which Lex whipped the crop at her face, the crack against her cheek causing her to scream once more, though for a perfectly good reason. The silver bit had burned right through her flesh, leaving a hideous wound on her face. Lex merely laughed as she whimpered, “Such a nice look on you. Now let’s try this again.” He placed the crop under her chin, lifting her head up as she groaned at the silver burning through her jaw. “Your house, love?”
The girl whimpered, her shoulders shaking in either pain or panic. She probably thought that her hands would reattach, but having been cut off with silver in both cases that was likely impossible. Val was the slightest bit impressed that she’d maintained her composure thus far, though that was probably due to her disillusionment that she’d make it out of this alive. He’d seen lesser creatures crumble and cry at this point. “The Blades,” she said through clenched teeth, arms hanging uselessly at her side. Val rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed, but not entirely surprised. They were known for hot tempers and violence, apparently beyond reason. “Pin her,” Val said, fishing the pliers out of the bag. The moment Katrina saw them, she began to squirm, finally realizing that running might be the best option. There were multiple things that could be done with pliers, but she obviously knew the most frequent when it came to vampires-- Val wanted her fangs, and there was nothing quite as demeaning as a castrated vampire.
Lex dropped the crop the second she uttered out the name of her family, eyes widening at the mention of such a lowly house. So it appeared the berserkers had made their way to Scarlet Oak and thought it was alright to fuck around on their turf. Not all vampires played nice and there were consequences for that, which Val seemed more than eager to do. Lex had brought the pliers especially for his friend, knowing he’d use them eventually. Upon being told to pin the girl down, Lex merely smirked while slipping behind her and clutching her tightly against his body. He laughed while feeling Katrina squirm against him, only to nuzzle into her neck and lick at the flesh there. “Hush now, it’ll only hurt a bit. It’ll be over before you know it.” A complete lie, but Lex liked planting seeds into her mind that things would be alright. Bitch was not going to walk away from this when it was all said and done.
Val stepped up to Katrina, lips curled into a cruel smirk and pliers in his hand. She knew what was coming, but there was nothing she could do, especially without a hand to fight with. Her only weapon was now her teeth, and as Val brought the pliers close to them she snapped out as if to bite him. Val just laughed, picked up Lex’s riding crop off the ground, and shoved it between her teeth. “There we go. Now hold still, pretty.” Her eyes widened with fear as Val grabbed hold of the first fang, her scream muffled by the riding crop as he gave a good hard yank, pulling it out from the root. Blood poured down her chin, but his focus was on the tooth, which he held up for her and Lex to see as the rain washed it clean. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Shame that we all don’t deserve them.” Slipping it into his pocket, he went to work on the other, fully intent on having a full set. It was far too easy with Katrina completely disabled and the fight began to drain out of her as the other was ripped from her mouth. “She’s all yours,” he told Lex as he took a step back. The Shade had let him take the fangs, so he deserved the final kill.
He did his best to hold Katrina back, chuckling to himself as she tried to get away while Val removed those precious teeth of hers. This was what she got for preying on random mortals and didn’t clean up her tracks. As an assassin, he had to know how to remain unnoticed by the public eye or else he would have been dead long ago. Bitch deserved what she got. And as Val removed the last fang, all Lex could do was smirk upon hearing that the lovely was all his. At that point, she was probably praying for a swift death to end the misery, but Lex knew better than that. He was going to make this as painful and drawn out as possible. Throwing her to the ground, he placed a foot firmly on her back while reaching down to one of her arms to pull up and twist until it snapped, then repeated the same process with the other arm. And then both her legs. Now she couldn’t run away even if she tried. He took a second to watch her bleed and flop about on the ground like a fish out of water. Lex only laughed at her while taking his time to find a silver dagger from the bag. Walking back to her, he plunged the blade hard into her back, puncturing her spine. Though it didn’t end there as he continued to travel down her spine, marking her skin with the dagger until he parted her legs to lunge the blade in her sensitive depths, a place where no blade should have found home. As her cries filled the night sky, tears of blood running endlessly down her cheeks, Lex finally flipped her over and only gave her a cold stare. “Burn in hell, cunt.” With those final words, he snapped her head right off her body and ended her cries. A fit death for such a bastard vampire.
There wasn’t much that phased Val, but he still hissed in pain as Lex defiled the girl before killing putting her out of her misery. Something about it made him cringe, perhaps the knowledge that many a woman would like to take a knife to his nether-regions. The moment passed in an instant and then Val was snickering again, looking down at the lifeless body as the rain diluted the blood. “Nicely done. So do we destroy the remains or leave it as a message for those to follow?” This was where the rules went gray for Val, where he wasn’t sure if he had to follow them if he was under orders to enforce them. There were no signs that a vampire had done this so it seemed like a good idea to ask Lex, as his house might have it’s own set of rules to go by.
Slowly standing to his feet, Lex let the silver blade stay in her permanently dead body, still grinning like the prick he was. It didn’t take long for Lex to think over Val’s proposition, shaking his head in response. “Leave it here, I like that better,” Lex spoke calmly before looking over to his friend. “Let the vampires know that if they decide to fuck around again, they will be killed.” Not to mention the concept of a vampire being killed by another vampire with silver tools seemed a bit out of the ordinary. At least the public would think so. Oh, stupid mortals and their narrow vision of life. Gathering up the remaining tools, Lex tossed them in the bag to sling over his shoulder. “Perhaps we should have a drink to celebrate this night? A toast to a new order of vampires.” And there was that smirk again. It seemed to always grow when he was around Val. Always good to have a partner-in-crime.
This was exactly why Val enjoyed partnering up with Lex-- he was phased by nothing and his decisions often fit well with Val’s own. He didn’t shy away from doing something dramatic when he could get away with it. “Worth staying up to catch the morning news,” Val said with a smirk. It would be interesting to see what kind of theories were formed based on the state of the body. The media loved their guessing games. “I would love a drink. Maybe back at your place? I’m in the mood to have it warm and fresh.” Tonight was not a night for bottled blood, which made Ad Gustum the perfect place to finish off the night.
Lex wouldn’t mind pulling an all nighter just to see what story the media would make up to explain this line of bullshit. Either way, it wouldn’t have his name or his friend’s in the headlines. Though now he wasn’t worried about the dead, defiled corpse. The thought of sharing a woman with his friend sounded oh-so appealing and he knew of a couple ladies at Ad Gustum that he was willing to forgo a week’s worth of salary on just for a night of blood and pleasure. “I love how you think, Val,” Lex laughed, bearing his fangs and all before heading on out of the alleyway, not even bothering to step around the dead body.