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Post by Strife Harps on Nov 25, 2006 13:20:36 GMT -5
The night was long and cold. As the full moon stretched it's light far and wide. All over the large city of New York. Most of the people were in bed sound asleep. The ones that were still up were either in bars, gambling, or doing some other kind of sin. Really, Strife couldn't care less about what everyone else did. He was a loner, and he liked it that way.
As the moon reached it's peak far above the grand city, the dogs began to howl. Even some of the ones Strife heard might have been demon dogs. He wasn't sure. Neither did it matter to him really.
As he walked down the vacant sidewalk. Almost nothing was around except for newspapers and the occasional run-away dog that wanted to bark at Strife. One even decided to attack, but Strife simply kicked it, and it ran away.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 25, 2006 13:29:47 GMT -5
Darkwave was jus stolling down the sidewalk on his way to assassinate a man. His job required him to kill. Many people over time he's killed for no reson, but just for money. It saddened him, but it kept him alive. Along with the blood he got from his victims too.
He was about a mile from his destination. Sure, he could press his bithmark and poof there. But he decided to walk. His senses detected another man nearby.
He pressed his birthmark and dissapeared into a tree above him. The man walked by. He's the only man besides him outside on this steet.
Darkwave watched intently. Maybe he'll have a second meal.
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Post by Strife Harps on Nov 25, 2006 13:35:25 GMT -5
Just as Strife walked under the tree, he felt his hair stand on end, and he sixth sense went crazy. He picked up his head to look ahead, but saw nothing. He kept walking, but soon he got the funny feeling that he was being watched. There was a demon nearby, but where?
Then he turned towards the tree. There! He knew it now. He made his hands as if holding a bow & arrow. HE drew his hand back, and then a white energy made bow and arrow appeared. He let the arrow go, and it flew straight towards the tree.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 25, 2006 13:47:43 GMT -5
The arrow missed. Darkwave thought he was well hidden. But obviously not. He jumped out the tree and asked in his demonic voice. "Who the hell do you think your shooting at?"
He have a twisted smile and then burst out laughing. That always cracks him up.
He then said in his normal voice. "Haha, that was a laugh. I'm surprised you found me. Most people don't. You've got a nice arrow there, but bad aim. You might want to work on that. Anyway. You got a name or are you just gonna shoot again? 'Cuz, It'll take alot more than an arrow to kill me."
Darkwave opened up his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers.
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Post by Strife Harps on Nov 25, 2006 13:53:23 GMT -5
Strife silently cursed under his breath. " I was being followed. If it is demons, I'd rather attack first and ask questions later." Strife said. " Tell me who you are before I go giving my name." Strife said. He was completely unsure about this guy. He didn't even know if he was human at all. All he knew was he was getting bad vibes.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 25, 2006 14:09:37 GMT -5
"We'll you could say I'm a demon, but then I couldn't talk, so that make me a devil doesn't it? But I'm also a vampire. Hmm, what am I? That's for you to decide. I however, am Darkwave. You've got nothing to worry about me unless you mess with me, or if... I find your blood, interesting." Darkwave remarked.
Right after saying 'interesting' he broke out laughing again. Man he was craking himself up tonight. A window above open and a woman started shouting. He took a gun with his free hand and shot her in the head.
"Seems I will have a second meal tonight."
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Post by Strife Harps on Nov 25, 2006 14:14:46 GMT -5
"If that's all you do, than I'd rather call you low life scum. At any rate. I'm Strife Harps." Strife had his hand on his sword for tow main reasons. One, if Darkwave heard of the prophecy then he would attempt to kill Strife. Reason number two, he just didn't trust this guy at all yet.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 25, 2006 14:20:06 GMT -5
"Hey, we've all got to survive, and This is my sad way to. I can't say I'm proud." Darkwave replied with a sadness in his voice and eyes.
He looked up and saw a man staring at his gun and the woman. He started crying. As the man cried a tear escaped Darkwaves left eye. He only did this for survival.
"Only for survival."
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Post by Strife Harps on Nov 25, 2006 14:31:58 GMT -5
Well now what do I do? We have Dracula on this hand, and this guy crying over here. Dammit! Why couldn't I be Last Son of Light. That would alot easier than Hope. Strife sighed and walked over to the man." Hey, don't worry. Don't lose Hope. Now, forget what you saw tonight, and go forth back into the world." The man didn't listen, he ran away.
" So, you are a vampire who isn't happy to be one. I know how you feel." Strife said with a sigh. Strife didn't choose to be the Last Son of Hope. This was the last thing he wanted. Alot of the world was suppose to rest on his shoulders. Strife didn't know if he could handle the weight.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 25, 2006 14:48:04 GMT -5
"What? Your bretheren?" Darkwave asked wondering if he was too. He shoulda known it since he's A Vampire Prince. But sometimes he's out of the loop.
"Have you gone to Vampire Mountain yet? It almost time. 1 month to go."
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