Who: Brandt and NPC gypsy When: Friday night Where: An apartment What: Doing his ob Rating: PG-13, warning death of an NPC Status: Complete The small apartment was quiet. The only sound heard was the constant dripping of the leaky faucet in the kitchen area. The place was moderately furnished. A couch, coffee table, end table, and TV lay around the room in no specific placing. It looked as if someone had just moved in or was moving out. The apartment was empty. Empty and quiet.
The door opened and in walked John Tanners. His frame was rather lengthy as it moved about the room, closing and locking the door behind him, the tall man walked to his bedroom, just as empty as the front room. In his bedroom, nothing but a bed and dresser was seen. John set a grocery bag on the bed and started to take out various cologne bottles and small hygiene products. That's when he heard a noise in the front room. The sound of his door opening and closing. John stood erect and felt the bottom of his head tingle, the way it did every time he tapped into his clairvoyance. John saw a male demon figure in his mind's eye. In his mind, the demon was surrounding by a swirl of wind. John shook his head and watched the image wash away as if it were water drying from his eyes. As his clairvoyance receding back into the recesses of his mind, John sprung from his bedroom into the front room to see a man standing by his door.
This man was young and smiling as he leaned against John's new walls. John knew this was the man in his vision. He then came to the conclusion that this man was a demon and had some sort of wind ability, based on the image he saw earlier in his mind. Before John could even dive into the kitchen to retrieve a stunning potion hidden in his cabinet behind the sugar, the man bounced off the wall and in one swift movement flung a knife aiming for John's neck. Luckily, the moment the demon moved, John's clairvoyance jumped to the bottom of his head again tingling the back of his neck, flashing the image of a bloodied neck. John instinctively ducked, missing the knife by an inch.
"So it's true," the demon said, also known as Brandt. "You are gifted. Too bad it's just not enough, pal."
Before John knew it, he felt the air around him give way to...something. John collapsed to the floor as the pressure pressed against him forcefully. Brandt walked to John and knelt down. "Right now, I'm sucking the air from around you, John. There's no use of fighting it," Brandt's voice was light but deep. It reminded John of a boy in a grown man's body. Brandt spoke with a light amusement, he was enjoying this...the creep. Before John could think another thought, his lungs pounded indefinetely as the world started to go black. He could see his apartment, hear the demon talk to him but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a grip on reality. He was suffocating. He tried to inhale but instead felt the last of air escape his lungs into the invisible vacuum around him as the world faded. John was dead.
Brandt stood kicked the gypsie's body on it's back. Putting his hands on his hips in completion, Brandt looked around the apartment as if he were evaluating it for repairs then back to the body at his feet disappointed at how uneventful that was. Killing should be fun and this was not. Brandt wished he would have tortured him more but decided to go out and have some other fun with the insomniac San Franciscans now living it up at this nightly hour. Brandt walked to the door as if he were going to exit and turned to face the apartment, shimmering out.