After the challenge to locate Jan, Aaron had hit the streets in search of the currently powerless troublemaker. It had taken some work, even though Jan seemed to make a habit of slaughtering victims in a way that rang as vampire was here to Aaron, his habits required him to do some legwork. Currently that legwork involved lurking in areas Jan had been seen before, as there was no better term for it.
At the moment, his location of choice was a small cafe with a tinted window that made it almost a one-way view as he watched the sidewalk, sipping at a much-needed cup of coffee.
A moment later, a particular chav formerpire walked into said cafe, ordering something light to eat - damn the human metabolism - and leaning onto the counter, completely oblivious to Aaron's presence. He wasn't dressed in his normal hideous retro tracksuit, in an attempt to blend in a bit better - just a t-shirt and jeans, beanie and piercings included. A couple minutes wasn't fast enough for Jan, so he called out into the back of the cafe, without any sense of discreetness.
"Hey, could you puh-leeze move your asses? Christ, who's a guy gotta fuck up the ass to get some decent service in this shithole?"
Calmly, Aaron finished off his cup and then approached the counter, standing not a foot away from Jan as he ordered another with an all-too-polite sound in his voice.
"I'd like another, if you please." This close to Jan made it easier to verify that the vampire had a heartbeat. Deliberately, he hazarded a small smile in Jan's direction before reaching in front of him for a coffee cup top. "Pardon me."
He recognized that voice. Jan glanced sideways, playing it cool. He took a step back, raising his hands in mock-friendliness. "Sorry man, there you go. What are the fucking odds, huh?" He'd wait until things were best, then flip a table and skeedaddle. Fuck his luck.
"Hmm." Aaron mused as he picked up a top and nodded a silent thanks as he was handed his coffee. "I'd say the odds were not in your favor." He sipped at the coffee before pushing the cap onto the cup.
"No fucking joke." Jan just grabbed his coffee away from the server, taking a nice swallow of it. "Huh. Well, y'know how that shit is." He toyed with the cup for a moment, leaning on the counter again.
"Don't think so, hombre." He's tensing up, and though he isn't moving yet it's obvious he's plotting something. "Sorry I can't be your trophy catch - you aren't getting me in any fucking jail cell."
He takes another sip of the hot coffee, carefully.
"Hmmm." The sound was a mildly amused one at Jan calling himself a trophy catch. He lowered his coffee to the counter top, letting it hover there. If Jan made a break for it, he didn't want to drop it all over the floor. "Don't do anything foolish." Saying that to Jan, he expected it to fall on deaf ears. "If you run, you may find someone who wants you dead."
Jan snorted with rude laughter, chav accent really starting to kick in through the...what, the endorphins? Adrenaline? Whatever that human thrill shit was. "Now that's fucking great. You really, honestly think I'm gonna just bend over and let you drag me in? You're not retarded, right?" One last sip - he was really enjoying this black coffee shit. "Aah, good shit. Anywhat, I'm afraid my schedule's too full up to squeeze in some "arrested by the cops". Tough luck, man. Ciao."
With that came Jan tossing his hot coffee at Aaron and bolting - he wasn't a vampire, but he was still in damn good shape. He could dream.
Aaron winced as the hot coffee hit, but he'd certainly weathered worse. He paused long enough to frown and set his coffee on the counter before bolting after Jan. When it came to chasing down a fleeing suspect, he didn't play around.
He sped after Jan, reaching out to grab him up by the back of his shirt collar. He didn't want to tackle him, if he could avoid hurting the bastard it would make it easier to keep him from claiming any sort of police brutality.
At the moment, his location of choice was a small cafe with a tinted window that made it almost a one-way view as he watched the sidewalk, sipping at a much-needed cup of coffee.
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"Hey, could you puh-leeze move your asses? Christ, who's a guy gotta fuck up the ass to get some decent service in this shithole?"
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"I'd like another, if you please." This close to Jan made it easier to verify that the vampire had a heartbeat. Deliberately, he hazarded a small smile in Jan's direction before reaching in front of him for a coffee cup top. "Pardon me."
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"So what now, pig."
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"You may choose how your arrest is conducted." He sips at the coffee.
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He takes another sip of the hot coffee, carefully.
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With that came Jan tossing his hot coffee at Aaron and bolting - he wasn't a vampire, but he was still in damn good shape. He could dream.
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He sped after Jan, reaching out to grab him up by the back of his shirt collar. He didn't want to tackle him, if he could avoid hurting the bastard it would make it easier to keep him from claiming any sort of police brutality.
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