Post by || Serenity || on Aug 28, 2007 12:27:19 GMT -5
Small rips already began to form upon his cheek, grunting against the pressure above as nails pierced his scalp, forcing him down upon cold rough surface. A duo of sharp, razor-like points tickled the very skin of his neck, causing the hairs upon him to stand on end. That touched alone was like a chill running down his spine, a cold ice racing through his veins and numbing all senses. 'I have to move him,' the boy thought sweat beading down his face, stinging his dark green gaze that looked over the surrounding alley, trying to find a way to get free.
Turning his head, the male felt his dark spiked hair brushed over his opponent, the navy blue tips striking the very skin of his foe. 'I have to move him,' he yelled in his head, trying hard to reach down to his black cargo jeans, frantically picturing the belt which held the pointed bullets full of deadly liquid. But what if he couldn't reach it? The small throwing daggers of pure silver that he had were in a pocket on the outer sides of his knees. That would be a more obvious move anyway... The gun in his rear pocket was of no definite use, seeing as one arm was pinned over it.
He could feel the black, cold, deathly stare of his enemy, hollow and empty while the urge of biting only crossed thick through his mind, the only emotion being lust for blood. But his enemy was no average blood sucker... He was far different; a Aleke Vampire.
Aleke's were known for analyzing their victim's DNA and able to shift into a look-a-like /only if/ they have fully killed their victim. No one from the organization has ever been killed by a Aleke vampire, and he sure as hell wouldn't be the first.
"Its useless struggle boy," He could feel lengthy nails dig into each shoulder, left knee pushing harder into his pinned arm, while the right leg was at ease by the boy's side. A false move...
The vampire could feel his struggles, but only found them amusing as his jaw stretched further open. Suddenly...it struck.
"Idiot," the seventeen-year-old mumbled as he dusted off his white muscle shirt, deep emerald eyes barely taking notice of the vampire's curled body.
The dying form twitched while blood sputtered from his lips. The skin began to blacken and decay on his right side, un-noticeably starting from the calf and spreading. The boy sighed, dropping the now empty bullet. The point was pushed in slightly, where a small drop of liquid seeped out. "My struggle proved more useful than /you/ thought."
Grabbing a black jacket that laid about three yards off, he pulled it over his arms, covering the tribal tattoo of a wolf upon his upper left arm. In silence, his worn black sneakers carried him away from the alley to open streets, leaving the body to disintegrate into nothing.
Walking the cold, dark streets where still many bustled with activity, the teenager tried to remember how much his pay would be for killing the Aleke, Shenun. When he was given information at headquarters, he could only remember the price being said once...
"Le'yon!"
A small cry of a young girl filled his attentions, making him turn with slight surprise. "Sheila, what are you doing here? You should be at the headquarters where you're safe."
There, standing before him, was his baby blue-eyed sister. She looked like she recently showered, for her dark brown, waist long locks were still drenched and she was wearing her black velvet pajamas.
"He's dead, right? I could feel his presence leave..."
Sheila prove more useful than just any average twelve-year-old.
When both Le'yon and Sheila were just eleven and six, their parents were killed by a Aleke vampire, and a regular. The children were ordered to run, but Sheila was far to slow at the age of six. The Aleke vampiress quickly grabbed hold of her, slamming Sheila against a wall and gashing the young girl's stomach open with a knife.
Enraged, Le'yon turned to help... But the organization that dwells within headquarters arrived.
After killing the regular, their attentions were then turned toward the female Aleke. Sheila had passed out from the blood loss of her wounded stomach, but when the Aleke's blood then shed, it fell into her gash... She was never the same after recovery.
"Yes, he is." Le'yon zipped up his jacket, more concern about hiding his bleeding shoulders being noticed than the small cuts upon his cheek. "Come on sis, let's get back to headquarters."
Turning his head, the male felt his dark spiked hair brushed over his opponent, the navy blue tips striking the very skin of his foe. 'I have to move him,' he yelled in his head, trying hard to reach down to his black cargo jeans, frantically picturing the belt which held the pointed bullets full of deadly liquid. But what if he couldn't reach it? The small throwing daggers of pure silver that he had were in a pocket on the outer sides of his knees. That would be a more obvious move anyway... The gun in his rear pocket was of no definite use, seeing as one arm was pinned over it.
He could feel the black, cold, deathly stare of his enemy, hollow and empty while the urge of biting only crossed thick through his mind, the only emotion being lust for blood. But his enemy was no average blood sucker... He was far different; a Aleke Vampire.
Aleke's were known for analyzing their victim's DNA and able to shift into a look-a-like /only if/ they have fully killed their victim. No one from the organization has ever been killed by a Aleke vampire, and he sure as hell wouldn't be the first.
"Its useless struggle boy," He could feel lengthy nails dig into each shoulder, left knee pushing harder into his pinned arm, while the right leg was at ease by the boy's side. A false move...
The vampire could feel his struggles, but only found them amusing as his jaw stretched further open. Suddenly...it struck.
"Idiot," the seventeen-year-old mumbled as he dusted off his white muscle shirt, deep emerald eyes barely taking notice of the vampire's curled body.
The dying form twitched while blood sputtered from his lips. The skin began to blacken and decay on his right side, un-noticeably starting from the calf and spreading. The boy sighed, dropping the now empty bullet. The point was pushed in slightly, where a small drop of liquid seeped out. "My struggle proved more useful than /you/ thought."
Grabbing a black jacket that laid about three yards off, he pulled it over his arms, covering the tribal tattoo of a wolf upon his upper left arm. In silence, his worn black sneakers carried him away from the alley to open streets, leaving the body to disintegrate into nothing.
Walking the cold, dark streets where still many bustled with activity, the teenager tried to remember how much his pay would be for killing the Aleke, Shenun. When he was given information at headquarters, he could only remember the price being said once...
"Le'yon!"
A small cry of a young girl filled his attentions, making him turn with slight surprise. "Sheila, what are you doing here? You should be at the headquarters where you're safe."
There, standing before him, was his baby blue-eyed sister. She looked like she recently showered, for her dark brown, waist long locks were still drenched and she was wearing her black velvet pajamas.
"He's dead, right? I could feel his presence leave..."
Sheila prove more useful than just any average twelve-year-old.
When both Le'yon and Sheila were just eleven and six, their parents were killed by a Aleke vampire, and a regular. The children were ordered to run, but Sheila was far to slow at the age of six. The Aleke vampiress quickly grabbed hold of her, slamming Sheila against a wall and gashing the young girl's stomach open with a knife.
Enraged, Le'yon turned to help... But the organization that dwells within headquarters arrived.
After killing the regular, their attentions were then turned toward the female Aleke. Sheila had passed out from the blood loss of her wounded stomach, but when the Aleke's blood then shed, it fell into her gash... She was never the same after recovery.
"Yes, he is." Le'yon zipped up his jacket, more concern about hiding his bleeding shoulders being noticed than the small cuts upon his cheek. "Come on sis, let's get back to headquarters."