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Date Posted: 23:52:33 05/10/02 Fri
The whipping lashes of leaves awoken him, his mind stumbling to answer where he was and why he was having such a dream...and he wished that he could have stayed in his ignorance. He rememberes the strong hands...the smell of death..and the eyes that blazed thru his soul..
The shrouded one, Neae'zharbonur, chuckles briefly as he continued sniffing the boy, as if intoxicated and giving up to the euphoria of his blood. Such pleasures..yet the rich taste of revenge seemed to enrich him even more so as he landed on the ground, the dark clothes as if tattered angelic wings, flap briefly then settle upon the ground. Nonchalantly tossing the child to the ground , as he briefly waited for the struggle that would only add to the meal...as if a appertizer...
Sending his body to backflip, adding to his momentum yet using it to gain control over it, suddenly anchoring his feet into the ground, letting them bend briefly to give him not only balance and a ready stance, but to rid himself of the sudden movement's force. Finally gazing upon the fiend, The smell of disease and rotten meat still clinging to his nose...obviously this man doesn't bathe...but he's strong in other ways. As he starts to move his arms cocked, each hand resembling a serpent, ready to strike with lightning speed, as each lesson of Ayame starts to resurface..but she never said anything about stinky flying people ...
How amusing. The first thought crossing his mind as he see's this childs feeble attempts to prepare for his warm embrace of blood. Perhaps he would be some resistance to a fledgling...but...the sheer insanity of a boy fightning him sends him to fits of giggles, a high pitched laughter that he has not emitted for centuries..even as he starts to stroll toward the boy..revealing a neat set of fangs...
Oh...Fuck. Obviously this man wasn't your average joe..but fangs too? Fangs...death...the urban legends filtered thru his mind, and he briefly wonders if the boogy man story was true now..perhaps this was he that stood infront of him? No no..the word...Vampires. A real live vampire! The fierce glee that moved over his features even as he put himself more at the ready, confusing the man slowly moving toward him. Dad will be proud...Mom and Ayame too! One vampire dead...urr..is dead the apporiate word?
The look of sheer delight wasn't what he was expected. Then he realized the truth of the emotion and had a slight heave of the shoulders. Then finally humor left him, a sudden geyser of lust distrupting any other thought as he lunges, leaving behide a blur, no detail able to be distenguished, the air crackling briefly from the sheer speed of the vampiric power. As both clawed hands lance outward, each eagerly grasping the air, aimmed for the boy's throat.
A very unfamiliar emotion coursed thru his spine..as if Ayame ran a icecube down his back..again...as the creature lunged for him, a vision of nightmares. What could he do..a boy...against...this? Then he realized how stupid that sounded...the mental tricks of intimidation was simply that, lies. He was tired..tired of this shit. Tired of being hauled around like a sack of potatoes and thrown like a rag. He answers in kind as he rushes toward death, his body tingling violently as suddenly his energy is unleashed, a violent storm as it whips the trees around him, slipping between the two eager hands as he wonders briefly about the anatomy of a vampire. shoving his knee forward , using it as the counterpoint of all his velocity, he flickers a smile across his face as the man's eyes widen to near dinner plates...apparently they do have gender. The victory was shortlived, as one of the claws comes down upon his shoulder, raking it as it severs his shirt. The pain..so unfamiliar..real pain..not accident pain...nor training pain..people help you with those..but this? The thought sent him to fight with a strength born of despair. His fists hammering into the man's torso even as he hears a brief chuckle, and another hand come across his cheek, opening it up bare to the cheekbone as the claws suddenly grip the face..lifting him off the ground as it draws him nearer...the blood was dazzling to the vampire...and his will power was completly devesated...as his fangs suddenly burrowed in the boys neck, the arms almost instantly slowing in their futile attempts to free himself..
Thus the pain felt by the father of the boy...of the transformation to the power he forbiddion himself...Seanka..the whole idea...it crossed his mind briefly as he turned around to his mother...the eyes filled with a fascinating array of lights, as if he held the universe within his gaze. However that was only a outward display of power...the inside...nothing..no pride...even as he flies off toward the dying boy, the groans of the earth heard..his image disappearing a few seconds later, a image filled with unbearable hate.
A instant later...nearly done with the boy as he starts to savour the sweet saiya-jin blood...ah well..too late to change the boy into one such as he...however the pain felt by the destruction of Lorlineal will be repaid...and his own powers shall be increased by blood with such potency..But not even his nostrils smelt the burning force that flew into him, nor did his skin register the fist that slammed into his face, breaking both teeth and nearly ripping the head off...however he did feel, to his regret, his back being bombarded by the number of trees he crashed thru...the image of a being, shrouded by a brillant golden light followed him...the green eyes briefly eyeing to his as he realized it was following him....he didnt realize the swift turn of his body as Shirow, turned horizonal, did a odd axe kick across his ribs, sending the full momentum of his previous attack across the leg, straight into the vampires chest cavity...nor did he realize that it sent him straight upward, into the embrace of Shirow...long white gold hair like a banner of a higher source, as he outstretched his hand toward the vampire...salvation? Never. More strange was the lack of a smirk behide the face as reality severed itself, a thick sludge of energy creating a shield about his hand as he suddenly plunges the vampires body with the power of Ki...life itself, and enjoys the satisfaction of the body being ripped apart by his loyal servants...even before the body starts itself in its final near instant death theroes...hes back with Kiasin.
No words were emitted from his mouth...he felt no energy from his son...but it didnt matter as he flew back to his brother Raken...maybe..just maybe..his son's life shall be spared..if not..pity fate...for she has earned a enemy..he felt a pulse in his son..weak...futile almost to his ears...a weak echo to the strength that should have been there...
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