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Ambrosia Halifax

Gravel spewed in all different directions as a tall, brown haired woman skidded to a halt, a hand pressing against the ground to keep her balance. Her heart pounded in her chest and beads of sweat that had formed on her brow trickled down the sides of her delicate, dirt smudged cheeks.

The tall Australian beauty grinned maliciously, watching her attacker try to recover from the blunt blow to the face she had delivered with a booted foot only moments before. She brought herself to stand, her tall form barely noticeable in the dark, the moon hidden by the mass of trees that surrounded the pair. They'd been fighting for nearly an hour, delivering punch after kick, waiting for the other to fall, yet neither doing so. She wasn't tired, and from the looks of it, neither was the man that had attacked her out of nowhere. She didn't care. She was having fun.

"Oye, mate," she taunted, "you're not looking so good there, eh?" A deep laugh erupted from her lips, and she shook her head. Deep, emerald green eyes danced with amusement as she watched the Vampire finally gain his balance and stand upright. A loud roar ripped through the night, and the smile was wiped from her soft lips.

"Mean business now, do ya?" She placed a foot behind her, bracing herself for an attack as the Vampire ran towards her, full speed, teeth bared, hands outstretched, ready to take her down as quickly as possible.

July 15, 2010 03:15 pm

Stu Mcerlean

An orange flame flickered in an alleyway conjoined to the exact same street where the confrontation between girl and vampire was taking place, illuminating for a split second in the darkness, the spiky haired silhouette of a slim figured man.

He had had his eye on this girl for a little while. He wouldn't consider himself a stalker. Although he had spent an unhealthy amount of time finding things out about her wherever he could. Local stores, cafes, supermarkets......the typical kind of places any individual tended to go to, he had gauged all kinds of information. 20 years old, no real employment to speak of, and yet nonetheless a quiet individual who never quite seemed to be doing much with her time. So much like himself, in a sense. But, of course, nothing helped someone know an individual more than actually watching them in action. So here he was....literally watching her in action.

He fingered the tip of one of many knives that adorned the belt on his waist as he watched the two go at it.....he'd been stood there for the better part of an hour now, and the fight didn't look as though it were ready to tip either way. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, obviously. No no. He'd step in before that. If anything, he was definitely patient. He'd wait until the perfect opportunity presented himself, save her out of a certain death predicament, and then recruit her to his cause. Make the target feel indebted to him, and then snap the trap. He liked to think of himself as a master manipulator of situations. He probably wasn't far off the mark. If it didn't happen tonight, he'd continue to wait, he'd continue to watch every other night until it did. He knew her. He knew her well now. This wasn't exactly a one time deal thing to her. She did it often. And one of these days, she was bound to slip up. And then he would pounce.

An odd thought process, considering he was looking to recruit her, not harm her. Then again, with Stu, you could never really tell when one thing meant what it meant, and when it meant something else. In fact, I'm willing to bet you had absolutely no idea what that meant either, did you? Well....that's Stu.

July 15, 2010 03:47 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

The Vampire hit her, lowering his head like a charging bull, his head coming in direct contact with her stomach. The wind knocked out of her, she blinked a few times, dirt ridden fingernails clawing relentlessly at the Vampire's back.

A cough. Another cough. Finally, she could breath again.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself, the man losing his balance and the two toppling over onto the ground, a cloud of dirt surrounding them; hiding them.

It seemed to go in slow motion for her; long fingers wrapping themselves around her neck, a face coming within mere inches of her own, the sticky, entirely foul smelling breath of the man that straddled her.

He bared his fangs, his slitted red eyes meeting her large green ones.

Really, Ambrosia, you're going to let it end like this?

"Are you ready?" the Vampire sneered, the drool dripping from his mouth to her forehead. He thought he was actually going to win. He thought he was going to kill her. Did he really think that she was that stupid? That weak?

Of course he did.

She began laughing again, tossing her head back. It were as though she'd heard the funniest thing in her entire life. Her laughter echoed through the trees, and the Vampire was visually confused. She could see the wheels in his head turning, wondering what she was laughing about. Did she know something he didn't, or was she just plain mad?

In an answer to his silent question, Ambrosia reared her head back, bringing it forward to hear the satisfying crack of bone, the Vampire's nose becoming nothing more than a shattered mass, blood pouring from the nostrils like a faucet. He immediately let go of her neck, instead bringing his hand to his nose. He howled in pain, reeling backwards, falling to his side on the ground beside her.

July 15, 2010 04:07 pm

Stu Mcerlean

A change in the tides as the vampire suddenly took on a more aggressive stance, perhaps out of sheer desperation, charging her and spearing her to the ground like a roid driven wrestler. In that moment, she appeared to be down and out, barely able to catch her breath as the bulk of her opponent lay on top of her, straddling her, preparing for the final blow.

Here was where Stu had to curse the stupidity of these foolish demons. For instead of attempting to go for the final blow, an act which would have permitted Stu to 'play the hero' and save the girl, causing her to be indebted to him as planned, he instead goaded her, taunted her...wasting valuable time and allowing her time to recuperate. A costly mistake. The foot that had already emerged out of the alleyway and into the street retracted himself, as Stu once again became the epitome of patience. If he emerged now, she would scoff at him, tell him that she would have been able to take care of it herself, an act that would then render this whole situation useless. No...he had stay calm...

His point was proven as the woman reared her head back, causing the vampire to stagger back blindly as blood splattered from his no doubt broken nose before collapsing. Resulting in a string of curses uttered obscenely from Stu's lips. It appeared that once again, tonight would not be the night. How...frustrating. The only use the vampires actually had, and they couldn't even do it right. Useless creatures..

And so once again, Stu took on the part of the silent observer, his fingertip casually stroking the tip of a readied throwing dagger....should the situation arise for it's needed use.

July 15, 2010 04:43 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

The Vampire shout obscenities, blood continuing to pour from his nose as he staggered to his feet. Though Ambrosia had already taken advantage of the situation and climbed to her own feet as well.

"Filthy vermin," she seethed through clenched teeth, wiping the spittle he had left on her forehead.

He looked up, blood shining on either side of his mouth, running down his chin and neck. He was very, very pissed off now.

"You bit-" he stopped, sputtered, his body wracked with violent coughing; the blood from his broken nose no doubt making it's way down his throat. This only infuriated the Vampire more.

In a single moment, one that Ambrosia hadn't anticipated at all, his hand flew to a pocket hidden underneath his jacket, withdrew a dagger, and lurched it at her. To her surprise, she barely had time to move, trying to scramble out of the way, hoping to dodge the path of the dagger.

A howl of pain was heard again, this time coming from Ambrosia as she hit the ground, the dagger lodging itself in her lower left abdomen.

"What the hell!" she screamed from the ground at the slowly approaching man, "did I pull any weapons out on you? Jesus!"

July 15, 2010 05:05 pm

Stu Mcerlean

Finally, the moment Stu had been waiting for. Swiftly, he stepped out of the alley, hefting his dagger simultaneously in one deft motion, hurling it with careful aim towards the unsuspecting vampire, aimed for the top of it's spinal cord, a move intended to incapacitate the creature, if only for the moments it would require for him to reach the two.

Just as swiftly as he had hurled his first dagger, a second and a third had already drawn from it's sheath at his belt, gripped one in each hand as he stalked towards the two who had been embroiled in battle mere seconds ago, cigarette still clenched within his lips. His eyes, whilst maintaining their constantly lazy-looking appearance, were focused upon his target.

Vampires are, nonetheless, supernatural creatures who have a considerable physical advantage over mere humans. And in the end, that is all Stu was. A regular, run of the mill, punkass human. But he was a tough punkass human who knew what he was doing. And that was what was going to make the difference.

The dagger had lodged itself directly into the cervical cord of the vampire, as had been intended by Stu and his well practiced aim. A roar of rage from the vampire as it's progress was hindered, the dagger in his spine prohibiting movement from his part. Clawed hands reaching around at it's back, attempting to remove the dagger, bought Stu some time, but before he could get close enough for a final blow, the vampire had already managed to rip it out and whirl around, fangs bared at Stu in obvious anger.

Stu stopped in his tracks, turning his head to the side and spitting the cigarette out. No ****y smirk adorned his lips, no arrogant grin. His lips set in a thin line, he wasted no time with witty banter, instead pushing forward towards the vampire once more.

His slim figure practically pressed up against it in a matter of seconds, he ducked beneath the swiping large arms of the bulky creature, both daggers slashing behind him, slicing the creatures Achille's tendons. Another loud roar, and the creature collapsed, the sound of the falling body reverberating in the air around them.

Without looking back, he retrieved another cigarette from his pocket, flicking his zippo open and lighting it. A grasping at his boot, and Stu shook it off, raising his combat boot and stomping down hard upon the creature's hand with the heel. The sound of crunching bones mixed with roars of pain from the creature.

All through this, Stu's lazy gaze lingered upon the fallen female. Never leaving her, never flinching, set solely upon the eyes that mirrored his own in a no doubt disturbingly unsettling manner. Finally though, he turned, flicking the two daggers back into their sheaths, favouring instead the large butcher's knife that he then drew next. Crouching down over the snarling vampire, the heel of his combat boot still digging into the offending hand, the butcher knife rose high above his head.....before coming down. Hard. And yet another roar of pain echoed through the night.....with many more yet to follow.

July 15, 2010 05:55 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

Ambrosia gingerly pulled the dagger from her abdomen, howling in pain. She'd been hurt before. Kicked, punched... you name it. But stabbed? No, she'd never been stabbed. And it hurt, she realized; hurt like a b*tch. Throwing the dagger that had only moments before been lodged into her skin to the ground, she clenched her teeth so hard that her jaw began to ache.

The darkened gray wife-beater she wore became permeated with her blood, the small hole becoming warm, wet, and sticky.

Christ, that's going to hurt in the morning.

And in the small amount of time it had taken her to do that, a commotion had stirred the Vampire that had decided to barrel towards her once more. She hadn't done anything; she was laying on the ground like a wimp. It had to be someone else. But Ambrosia hadn't brought anyone with her and she hadn't seen anyone before she'd been attacked. Though, she hadn't really been paying attention to anything during the small battle that had raged between the two. Had someone come? Had someone been watching her?

God damn creeps...

A man had emerged from an unnamed place, one she hadn't seen or at least hadn't noticed before. The first thing she noticed about the man was not his fighting skills; whether they be decent or horrible, nor what he was wearing... the first thing that drew her attention was his hair.

Crikey, who is that bloke with the awful hair?

Was that really all she had to say about him? No. She had more. She would have a lot more. As she continued to watch him kick the snot of the Vampire, she struggled to stand. While he was doing a very nice job of incapacitating the Vampire and pretty much brutally maiming him, she didn't like the idea that someone had had the balls enough to jump in and take over her fight.

Granted, she was about eighty percent sure that without his intervention, she'd have been the Vampire's dinner. But that was besides the point, of course.

It mostly irritated her that he was stealing her kill; taking the gratification of watching the life -or unlife- of the Vampire be taken away. Not given or relinquished... stolen. That was her kill. Though she hadn't begun the fight, she was determined to end it. And this pompous man, with undoubtedly bad hair, had taken that from her.

But, she also had to admit that she somewhat liked his tactics. Though she'd never admit it. He was ruthless and bloody. Exactly what she liked. She wasn't squeamish and wasn't one to actually care about getting dirty. She loved the thrill of the fight; scraping the dried blood and dirt caked underneath her fingernails.

In the end, she couldn't help the smile that graced her lips as she watched him bring down a butcher's knife down on the Vampire over and over again, the howling echoing through the night like a beautiful concerto on the piano.

July 16, 2010 07:55 am

Stu Mcerlean

One limb...

The butchers knife sliced cleanly through bone as though it were butter, seperating the vampire's arm at it's shoulder. Howls of pain filled the night.

Two limbs...

In one fluid motion, Stu was already raising the large knife, bringing it down upon the next arm before the vampire could bring itself out of the pain induced stupor. The sickly sound of flesh seperating from flesh, of blood squirting squishily out of the orifice, and yet another pained scream.

All thoughts of a fight had to be gone at this point from the vampire's mind. It's brow screwed up in frustration and distress at it's predicament, fangs bared as it exhaled harsh agonising breaths. And yet, Stu paid absolutely no attention to any of this, instead transferring his focus lower down. A sharp kick as the vampire lashed out desperately.....but Stu merely sidestepped it with ease, slicing down upon it as he did so.

Three limbs...

The oddest thing about this all, and the whole situation was most definitely strange, was the complete emotionlessness Stu displayed as he went from limb to limb, separating each of the vampire's limbs as though he were nothing more than a lifeless piece of meat. Which...to Stu, he may very well have been.

Four limbs..

The knife edge glistened with a coating of blood as it sliced down for the fourth time. By this point, the vampire was no longer screaming. No.....reduced to a limbless heap, all the formerly imposing monster was doing was whimpering like a braised beagle.

That's when, for the first time since his arrival, Stu spoke, his voice almost a loving whisper, caressing the air around them.

'Sh...don't worry buddy....still got plenty to look forward to. I'll make you scream again in no time...'

All he received in response was a muted whimper.....but that soon changed as the butcher's knife suddenly found itself embedded within the creature's belly, guts and intestines flying everywhere as Stu carved his way through the vampire's innards. Unnecessary details aside...suffice to say, the vampire was most definitely screaming again before Stu was through with him.

Then....Stu's head swiveled around in Ambrosia's direction, as though he had just remembered her presence. He rose slowly to his feet, ignoring the sobbings and the pleas for a swift death from the vampire, bloody blade rising with him as it pointed in her direction.

A bit too lost in the moment? Hardly. For Stu then simply flipped the blade, that the sharp end was pointed in his direction, the handle offered to her. With his free hand, Stu then removed the cancer stick from his lips for a long awaited and well deserved exhalation of cigarette smoke. And again, he spoke.

'Finish him. Put him out of his misery.'

It wasn't a question. It wasn't a request. The words rang in the air as though they were a command. His eyes maintained their lazy look even given the situation, an appearance that no doubt might make it difficult for some to take him seriously. But given the display that had just unfolded in the past few minutes.....there couldn't be any doubt in anybodies mind that he was quite serious indeed.

July 16, 2010 01:35 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

A brow raised to the man as she looked up to him, the proffered butcher's knife dripping with blood, yet catching a silver glint in the moonlight. Such a hearty weapon; causing such pain... but in a small package.

But, she was still pissed off! Yes, he was giving her the chance to finish him... but it wasn't fully her kill. It was like he was taking pity on her for her failures. Her father had never done that; he'd have sooner left her for dead. He wouldn't have jumped in to help her or save her. He would have stood at the sidelines; shaking his head, screaming obscenities, telling her how worthless she was and that she didn't care about her dead mother like he did.

Do I have to do the job my bloody self?

His words echoed through her mind as she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes tightly.

Get out of my head you worthless piece of sh*t...

Opening her eyes again, after taking a much needed -though painful- deep breath, she brought her eyes to once again look at the man.

If she weren't so self centered, pissy, and in an obscene amount of pain, she may actually compliment the man on his methods of 'disposing' of the particular vermin she'd been engaged in a hasty dance with. She'd never thought of a butcher's knife. Her main choice of weapons were a pair of 9 mm.'s, a silver crossbow, a heavy, metal chain that remained strapped in a coil to her side... or when all else failed, her fists seemed to pick up the slack just fine. She had been working on throwing daggers, but that was something that would take her a lot longer to perfect. She had horrible aim.

It was her fault. Her one weakness in battle. Despicable aim.

She'd managed to excel in other areas to make up for her lack of aim, but it was still the one thing that she knew she had to work on. The one thing that could make or break her in battle. The one thing that, someday, could determine whether she lived or died. And while she didn't really give a damn about much, she did prefer to walk away from a fight, not limp away and die in a ditch like a coward.

Her gaze drifted towards the amputated, mutilated, and gutted Vampire that lay only a few mere yards from her, writhing and howling in pain. His limbs lay not too far away from the rest of his body; his entrails pouring from his abdomen; coincidentally, it reminded her of her favorite food as a child. Spaghetti. No meatballs. Lots of sauce.

Gripping her side, she stumbled to her feet, wincing in pain as the gash in her side seared through her. Had she been alone, she probably would have cried out. But she wasn't alone. And she wouldn't show this stranger that kind of weakness. She wouldn't allow him to see that he actually had helped her. She wouldn't allow him that kind of gratification. Not now, not ever.

She definitely wouldn't say thank you, either.

Hastily grabbing the handle of the butcher's knife, she crinkled her nose at the man that had offered it to her. "Don't think you f*cking saved me. Because you didn't."

Limping towards the Vampire, she stopped only a few feet from him, delivering a swift, hard kick to what was left of his abdomen. He only cried out more, which wasn't unusual considering he'd been pissing and moaning since the man had left him there on the ground. "Christ, shut up." she muttered, the tone of voice obviously annoyed at the Vampire's weakness. "You act like this actually hurts." The Australian twang in her voice was unmistakable. Anyone that had ever spoken with her had no trouble telling where she'd come from.

She bent over then, placing her lips close to the Vampires ear before she let a small whisper out. "G'day, mate. See you in Hell."

Bringing the butcher's knife up and then quickly down, with a cracking of bone and a spurt of blood, the Vampires head simply rolled away, the mouth open as if stuck in an eternal scream, the eyes wide open, watching it's final moment come.

July 17, 2010 01:20 am

Stu Mcerlean

"Don't think you f*cking saved me. Because you didn't."

No reaction from the lazy eyed man. No snort of derisiveness, no protest in attempt to contest her claim. He just watched as she gingerly made her way to the corpsely corpse, watched as she quite literally beat the proverbial dead horse, his expression not flickering in the slightest from it's constantly lazy and disinterested countenance. And as the blade made it's descent down, as the blade clanged against the concrete, Stu took another, long draught from his cancer stick and tilted his head backward, blowing the smoke into the air as though as a beacon, as though to finalise the deed. And he remained in this stance for a full five seconds, seemingly just...breathing in the air around him....the air that was wrought with the rank stench of blood, guts and death, before lowering his gaze once more, back to the girl.

Clap...clap.

Slowly did he begin to clap his hands together, his expression making it impossible to decipher whether he meant it as sarcasm, whether it was genuine...

'Impressive battle. If nothing else, you certainly have stamina. I've never actually tried to go up against a vampire for the better part of an hour. Of course, I've never really actually had to...'

He approached her then, outstretching a hand in expectance of the returning of his blade.

'But...you were probably just playing with him, right? Afterall. I didn't save you.'

Again.....whilst this statement could technically be construed as sarcasm, his expression showed no sign of it whatsoever. Completely and utterly bland.

'You definitely show...potential.'

Potential? Definitely a word that would catch her attention...probably prick at her in the most annoying way. The word brimmed with condescent, no matter how it was used, despite it's supposedly positive connotation. Did he want to recruit her still? Certainly. But with the attitude she was displaying, Stu knew he was going to still have to manipulate the situation. Saving her skin wasn't going to be enough, for she was too stubborn to accept it. No....he had to make her believe she actually needed him.

Couldn't be too difficult. The whole damn world needed Stu. It'd be a helluva lot worse off without him, that was for sure. Afterall....this...this was HIS world.

July 17, 2010 04:25 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

Potential.

He was condescending and talked in riddles, it seemed. He'd begun irritating her long ago, and was only succeeding in magnifying that for Ambrosia. She had no idea what he was talking about when he spoke of potential, and it barely managed to intrigue her.

Of course it made her think, and she only wondered what he'd meant. But, along with his previous comments, she was too pissed off and irritated to really care what he meant as far as potential. Which, also, in her eyes meant that he was trying to get her to join something. If not something, him at least. For some reason. Which could end badly either way she looked at it, considering she held little to no respect for authority and didn't take anyone's sh*t. She wasn't one to give orders, nor was she one to take orders. She was mostly alone. And she didn't mind it that way. She killed what she wanted, when she wanted... how she wanted.

She stood, shakily, a hand pressed to her abdomen, and the other still holding his blade. He'd offered his hand to her; he wanted his blade back. She raised a brow to him, her emerald green eyes looking him up and down, a sneer plastered on her lips. Sometimes she didn't mean to look so foul, but again, at times, she didn't realize exactly what she was doing. She'd had no reason to smile for so long, the look of disdain or annoyance seemed to be embedded in her once delicate, beautiful features. She was a gorgeous woman, but with a permanent scowl, no one would have really been able to tell such a thing about her.

She tossed the blade to his feet, the clang of metal meeting concrete echoing around her, a few droplets of blood splattering across her boots. "Your attitude could use some tweaking, mate." Her voice was soft, almost melodic, albeit full of attitude. "I don't care if I show potential to you or not. I'm not here to impress the likes of you. I'm here because I wanted to see that bloody leech dead."

She stepped closer to him, placing herself a few inches from him. Bringing her now free hand up, she slowly grabbed the cigarette from his lips, brought it to her own, and took a slow, long inhale, the end of the stick glowing to life with orange heat. Removing it from her lips, the smoke slowly rolled from her mouth as she spoke. "I didn't ask you to jump in or save me. Do you make it a habit to stalk lonely women? Do you think we can't protect ourselves? Chauvinist. I don't care what you've done or what you've killed. I know I've got stamina and I've know I've got potential. Whatever you want or whatever you're selling, I don't want any. I work alone."

She offered the cigarette back to him, raising a brow. "M'names Ambrosia. You're too god damn c*cky for me."

July 19, 2010 01:07 pm

Stu Mcerlean

He watched as she stood, none too steadily, blood still seeping from the wound in her gut, and he couldn't help but appear somewhat skeptical to her claims.

'Who said I was impressed? I said you had potential. Didn't say I was impressed.'

His eyebrows rose once more in a faintly questioning manner, but the look soon faded, being replaced by his typically disinterested demeanor. He'd just taken another drag from the cigarette clenched in his lips when she grabbed it from him, slipping it between her own crimson lips. He just watched her, unperturbed, his gaze flicking from the cigarette to her before shrugging.

'Being stubborn is nice and fine, admirable quality. Sometimes. Other times, it just seems petty and desperate. As does over compensation. Both cases would apply here. Amusing though, how you brought up your femininity...'

He flicked his gaze slowly, up and down her body, seemingly unimpressed.

'I barely noticed, really.'

The first faint trace of a smile touching his lips, one that disappeared quick enough that one could have even questioned whether it had actually even been there. Especially since his tone took a turn for the....more preachy side.

'The reason I'm here is rather simple. Vampires, werewolves, angels.....they and their actions plague this world daily, treating it as if it's their own personal playground. They engage in their own little wars, and who is it that gets hurt in the process?'

He paused slightly here, his lazy eyes looking straight into hers as he held up a finger for emphasis.

'Us.'

He removed his gaze from her, his fingers reaching to the daggers sheathed in his belt, removing one particularly jagged blade and fingering the tip of it in contemplation.

'Always us. We are the ones who have to pay for their petty indulgences, simply because they can't handle the fact that one side takes sugar with their tea while the other doesn't. And what do we do about it?..'

He paused again, looking at her once again with a questioning eyebrow. Before she could even gather the time to respond though, he was already continuing on with his little 'tirade'.

'Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We close our eyes to the reality, shutting ourselves in our own little cocoons of denial and try so desperately to believe that ignorance shall be our salvation.'

He took a step towards her then, closing the distance between them, reaching up to reclaim his cancer stick from her lips, back to his. Taking a long drag, he returned the favour of billowing smoke in her face, the effect increased due to the fact that his face was mere inches from hers.

'But...there are a few of us....a few, who allow ourselves to see the reality of the situation. We are special....we aren't retarded *******es like those fools in their safety bubbles. We know the actuality. And we do something about it. We're special...'

He turned his back to her then, walking to pick up the blade that she had so callously tossed aside. Whipping out a cloth, he carefully, almost lovingly wiped the blood that still stained it's edges.

'Even so.....we are constantly at a disadvantage. They are supernatural creatures, with supernatural abilities. We're just human. What could we possibly do about it?'

He rose slowly then, the grip around his blade tightening to the point that his knuckles whitened, teeth clenched as his upper lip curled into a snarl. The next words he spoke were practically spat out in the girl's direction.

'We can be SMART about it! Why would you insist on being a 'loner' when you could have someone to watch your back? Look at you. Look at the state of you. You're bleeding like a stuck pig, you can't even stand straight. You were enbroiled in a battle with some mediocre vampire for over an hour. Stamina? Bullcrap. You wouldn't even NEED stamina if there were two of us. Three of us. A whole army!'

He took a deep breath then, composing himself. Closing his eyes, he sheathed his blades. When he finally spoke again, his tone was once again calm.

'Now.....you can continue to be pointlessly stubborn, resulting in you meeting your demise, probably sometime very soon, certainly prematurely...or you can recognise the usefulness of having a support pillar to lean back against. That is what I am offering you here. I offer you a furthered potential for strength. Protection.....Moreover, I offer you a purpose. Vampires. Werewolves. Angels. They need to learn that this isn't their turf. They need to know that it's now time for them to piss off....or pay the toll. We're the arbiters.....and it's time to collect.'

July 19, 2010 05:36 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

He'd taken the cigarette from her, and as he spoke, she sighed nonchalantly and rolled her large eyes. Reaching behind her and into her back pocket, she withdrew her own pack of cigarettes, realizing that if she were going to keep listening to this man, she was going to need one. More than one. Shaking the pack, she plucked one from it with her lips before replacing it into her back pocket. Withdrawing a silver lighter from the same pocket, she lit it, inhaled deeply once more, and exhaled.

She had been right. He'd wanted her to join something. What, a little gang? To fight against evil? Please. Like that hadn't been done before. Who did this man think he was? God? Did he think that gathering a few people with good fighting skills would really make a difference? Did he realize exactly what was out there and exactly how many there were? Thousands. Hundreds of thousands.

He tried to come off as unimpressed, like nothing bothered him. And maybe it didn't. Who knew? Ambrosia didn't know and frankly she didn't really care. He wasn't all that hard to figure out. He had a problem with anything that wasn't human. While she hated Vampires and the like, it wasn't for those reasons. She had her own reasons for hating that side of the world. She had her own reasons for wanting to kill those that hunt mortals for sport.

He thought she was weak, that much she could figure out. He thought that he had to come in and save the day. He figured that because she'd been going at it for the better part of an hour that it meant she didn't know what she was doing. He had no idea that she did it for sport. For fun. Because it's what she wanted to do. She didn't like to take control immediately and kill her prey all in the same breath. It was part of the rush for her; to play a little. Did it cause her trouble? Of course it did. Would it kill her? It could. Did she care? Well, not really. She did what she wanted and how she wanted, because for so long someone forced her to do things their way.

She took another drag from the cigarette dangling out of her lips. "You're a piece of work, you know that?" With a free hand, she spread her fingers wide and raked them through her normally soft, lustrous locks. "You want me to join your group and kill sh*t because you think they don't deserve to be here. Alright, I understand you. But, you think standing there insulting me makes me want to spend any length of time with you? No, you festering bloke, it doesn't. It makes me want to spit in your god damn face."

Placing the white stick between her middle finger and index finger, she returned his cloud of smoke to her face with one of her own as she took it from her lips to rest at her side, lips curled into a sneer. "I can hold my own. I don't go looking for fights knowing I can't win them. I wouldn't come out here unprepared, and I certainly wouldn't stick around for an hour and fight a Vampire if I knew I couldn't take them. I'm stubborn, not a f*cking moron."

She laughed snidely, shaking her head. "You want someone to fight with? Whatever. I do things my way, and if you want to come along you can. I don't take orders. You may get naive little blokes to follow you like lost puppy dogs, but not this girl." She lifted the cigarette to her lips, dragging slowly before removing it and exhaling.

"And as far as femininity goes, I'm the most f*cking feminine woman you'll ever meet, mate." A smart alecked, one sided grin graced her lips as she smiled, only for the fact that she was amused at herself.

July 19, 2010 06:26 pm

Stu Mcerlean

And here yet she continued to be foolishly stubborn. Fair enough. Stu hadn't expected everything to go off without a hitch. Part of being the manipulator he so fancied himself was anticipating what might go wrong. Obviously, she still thought she was strong and self sufficient enough, even though it had to be painfully obvious that he had had to step in. Actually, painfully may very well have been right....possibly part of what was bothering her. But it had been necessary nonetheless. He would merely just have to move on to the next step.

It was a shame she was such a cliche'd persona. Her fighting abilities and his desire to recruit those who knew of the supernatural to his cause aside, her tough and tortured girl routine was exactly the same as practically every teenage girl you might come across. He didn't even have to feign the boredom, for it was practically ebbing out the entirety of his being right now.

Drastic sigh.

'If you so insist. Apparently, you fancy yourself capable of taking on these creatures on your own. This is man's world....but we can't be stupid about it. Like it or not, these creatures are physically superior. A pure one on one confrontation and we would lose. Every time. It is only intellect, circumstance and the manipulation of the latter which will allow us victory. Something that perhaps you need to see in action to understand. But before getting into that...'

An eyebrow arched into his forehead in mild curiousity.

'What exactly do you mean when you say I am 'insulting' you? I do not actually recall insulting you in any shape or form. You are bleeding like a stuck pig, you are stubborn. These are facts. Not insults. If you regard them as such, then that is something to think about in itself. And like it or not, we are physically less capable than them. Yes. Even you. Part of the victory is accepting this fact and being able to make up for it otherwise. Again, not an insult.'

He regarded her with the same curiousity for several seconds longer, before once again simply losing interest in the topic. Not many things tended to be able to keep his attention for long. At least, not such trivialities.

'As I said before.....I have no doubt in my mind that further demonstration is needed in regards to the benefits of working as a team, as opposed to an insistant loner. You are, of course...free to simply walk away, and I will no doubt see you in the obituaries one day. But if there is even the slightest bit of you that is curious...'

He let the sentence trail off. It was more than apparent as to what he meant.

July 21, 2010 03:43 pm

Ambrosia Halifax

Rolling her eyes over dramatically -on purpose, of course- she bent low to the ground and eased herself into a sitting position, wincing a small bit. She pulled on her cigarette for a few moments, exhaling slowly and painfully. She understood what the man was getting at, and she knew what he wanted of her. What she didn't like was having to follow someone. She'd been free from someone's grasp for a mere few weeks, and she couldn't enjoy her freedom more. She was up to a healthy weight, trained the right way... she was happy. Well, not happy, but better than she'd been when under the care of her father.

She listened to him ramble on and shook her head. He spoke as though he knew her, knew about her... and he didn't know sh*t. She knew, from watching him, that he was strong, and probably not one to be messed with. While she had no desire to fight him, she did want to punch him in the nose for speaking to her like he was. She'd shown him no disrespect. Though, had he not spoken first, she probably would have been the one to promote discourtesy before he even had the chance.

She knew she was bleeding and she knew it hurt. Frankly, she just wanted him to stop talking so she could get home and give herself the stitches she needed and take the painkillers she'd stolen a while back from a home she'd raided that had been full of nothing but Vampires feasting on the remains of a once happy, or so she gathered, family.

"Y'know mate, I'm really f*cking tired of listening to you right now," which wasn't a lie. A bottle of Jack Daniels was beginning to sound mighty wonderful right about now to go with those stitches and painkillers. "You want help on your little quest of righteousness, yeah, I'll help. If you'll shut up. But like I said, I don't take orders. I'm not stubborn, I have my own god damn way of doing sh*t. I don't need you to validate me or what I do."

She finished her cigarette, taking a long pull from it before flicking it away, exhaling with a cough. Damn, that hurt. "Let me know when and where and I'll give it a go." She looked up to him, leaning back on her elbows in an attempt to relieve the pressure sitting up was placing on her stomach.

July 28, 2010 05:29 pm

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