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Don't talk with the demon, hit the damn thing! I'm screaming inside of my own head and he's ignoring me again. Always has to listen to the soul, follow his soul. Pardon me while I roll my eyes. He needs to let me out when we play like this, I could teach the demon a thing or three about pain. Tear his arm off and beat him to death it it. We haven't done something like that in ages.
One moment the wuss is fighting with the demon, and I would have killed it way before now as I'm much more skilled at fighting than he is anyway, The next I feel something tearing through us. Our vision goes blurry and my first thought is poison. But that thing couldn't have cause this much pain, could it? Looked like a regular creature to me and it wasn't even drooling ooze. We slam into the wall and suddenly everything goes black.
When I open my eyes, the world seems different. Sounds, smells, sights are all duller, like there's something wrong with my eyes. My chest hurts and I cough. Cough? That shouldn't be happening. I inhale and exhale slowly, feeling the air move through my lungs. Been over two hundred years since I've really been able to breathe. It almost feels new. I try to change my face, see if that makes the world come into focus, but nothing happens. I try again and get the same result. What the fuck?
I press my fingers to my chest and feel a steady 'thud, thud, thud'. My heart is beating. Somehow, I'm alive. Human after all these years. Sitting up, I look around the alley. No one is here, and part of me feels empty. That's when I realize what's missing. He's gone and took that damn soul with him. I'm free. A smile spreads across my face. Free to pick up where I left off, and he's not around to stop me this time.
As I get to my feet, I dust myself off. Things even feel different next to my skin. My warm skin. I'll have to keep in mind that I don't heal fast any more, which means I need to be careful until I know what my body's new limits are. But I am going to enjoy myself. Oh yes, this city won't know what hit it. All my skills, my methods, the way I love to have fun, are still in my head. Been a very long time since I've had a city of this size to play in.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through my hair, wincing at the slippery feel of the gel. It's like someone has sneezed on my head. That has got to go. Need to find someone, take their money, and get myself a cheap motel room for the night. I'll have a better idea of what to do once the sun comes up. The sun is no longer my enemy. That makes me laugh. No sun to stop me, no threat of a soul, I'm human now and I can do whatever the hell I want.
Making it to the end of the alley, I see a lead pipe leaning against the wall. This should come in handy. I pick it up, pressing it against my leg as I move. People never notice things until it's too late. Whistling softly, I start to walk, grinning at a couple of people as I pass. None of them are right for what I need. I can still tell the difference between the strong and the weak. It's all in the way they move, how they hold themselves. Me, I'm a predator, an alpha fucking male, and people can see that. The smile on my face is enough to send little children screaming to their mothers.
There we go. I spot the perfect prey. He's leaning up against the edge of a building, using his cell phone, and not paying a damn bit of attention. I come up to him, checking first to make sure no one else is looking, before slamming the pipe into the side of his head as hard as I could. Too bad I don't have my vampire strength any more, or that would have killed him. Instead, he drops to the ground, clutching his skull. This will never do.
I hit him again and he goes still. Not dead yet though, I can see his chest move. Grabbing his leg, I drag him back behind the building. I crouch down and start going through his pocket. "Let's see, what do we have here? Chewing gum, toothpicks, lighter, knife..." My fingers close on the handle and I push the little button, letting six inches of blade pop out. "Someone's got good taste in toys."
Grab all the money from his pockets, remove the credit cards and any other cash, plus his id. I'm not planning on leaving enough for them to identify, then I'll be free to spend all I want. His eyelid start to flutter and I put my hand on his chest. "I'd love to hear you scream, but there are too many people around. I'll have to make sure you stay quiet."
Before he can say anything, I take the knife and cut out his tongue. Oh that felt so nice. Look at all the blood as he flails around. This is a very nice knife.cuts through flesh like butter. I get to work, cutting and slicing, and every once in a while, I pick the pipe back up and use it. I can use all the practice I can get, but the fun is over too soon, and all that's left is a big, bloody mess.
I lick the blood from my palm and make a face. It doesn't taste good any more. I still like the way it feels though. I throw what's left of the body into a dumpster. I use his own lighter to start a fire and get rid of the evidence. Stepping back, I wipe my hands off on my pants. I look at one of the credit cards for a moment. "Thank you very much, Gordon. You've been very helpful."
Food sounds good. I could murder a nice steak. If the waitress was cute enough, maybe we could go to a motel and have some fun. She'd be screaming in no time. This is going to be so much fun and there's no one to try to stop me now. I'm free.
One moment the wuss is fighting with the demon, and I would have killed it way before now as I'm much more skilled at fighting than he is anyway, The next I feel something tearing through us. Our vision goes blurry and my first thought is poison. But that thing couldn't have cause this much pain, could it? Looked like a regular creature to me and it wasn't even drooling ooze. We slam into the wall and suddenly everything goes black.
When I open my eyes, the world seems different. Sounds, smells, sights are all duller, like there's something wrong with my eyes. My chest hurts and I cough. Cough? That shouldn't be happening. I inhale and exhale slowly, feeling the air move through my lungs. Been over two hundred years since I've really been able to breathe. It almost feels new. I try to change my face, see if that makes the world come into focus, but nothing happens. I try again and get the same result. What the fuck?
I press my fingers to my chest and feel a steady 'thud, thud, thud'. My heart is beating. Somehow, I'm alive. Human after all these years. Sitting up, I look around the alley. No one is here, and part of me feels empty. That's when I realize what's missing. He's gone and took that damn soul with him. I'm free. A smile spreads across my face. Free to pick up where I left off, and he's not around to stop me this time.
As I get to my feet, I dust myself off. Things even feel different next to my skin. My warm skin. I'll have to keep in mind that I don't heal fast any more, which means I need to be careful until I know what my body's new limits are. But I am going to enjoy myself. Oh yes, this city won't know what hit it. All my skills, my methods, the way I love to have fun, are still in my head. Been a very long time since I've had a city of this size to play in.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through my hair, wincing at the slippery feel of the gel. It's like someone has sneezed on my head. That has got to go. Need to find someone, take their money, and get myself a cheap motel room for the night. I'll have a better idea of what to do once the sun comes up. The sun is no longer my enemy. That makes me laugh. No sun to stop me, no threat of a soul, I'm human now and I can do whatever the hell I want.
Making it to the end of the alley, I see a lead pipe leaning against the wall. This should come in handy. I pick it up, pressing it against my leg as I move. People never notice things until it's too late. Whistling softly, I start to walk, grinning at a couple of people as I pass. None of them are right for what I need. I can still tell the difference between the strong and the weak. It's all in the way they move, how they hold themselves. Me, I'm a predator, an alpha fucking male, and people can see that. The smile on my face is enough to send little children screaming to their mothers.
There we go. I spot the perfect prey. He's leaning up against the edge of a building, using his cell phone, and not paying a damn bit of attention. I come up to him, checking first to make sure no one else is looking, before slamming the pipe into the side of his head as hard as I could. Too bad I don't have my vampire strength any more, or that would have killed him. Instead, he drops to the ground, clutching his skull. This will never do.
I hit him again and he goes still. Not dead yet though, I can see his chest move. Grabbing his leg, I drag him back behind the building. I crouch down and start going through his pocket. "Let's see, what do we have here? Chewing gum, toothpicks, lighter, knife..." My fingers close on the handle and I push the little button, letting six inches of blade pop out. "Someone's got good taste in toys."
Grab all the money from his pockets, remove the credit cards and any other cash, plus his id. I'm not planning on leaving enough for them to identify, then I'll be free to spend all I want. His eyelid start to flutter and I put my hand on his chest. "I'd love to hear you scream, but there are too many people around. I'll have to make sure you stay quiet."
Before he can say anything, I take the knife and cut out his tongue. Oh that felt so nice. Look at all the blood as he flails around. This is a very nice knife.cuts through flesh like butter. I get to work, cutting and slicing, and every once in a while, I pick the pipe back up and use it. I can use all the practice I can get, but the fun is over too soon, and all that's left is a big, bloody mess.
I lick the blood from my palm and make a face. It doesn't taste good any more. I still like the way it feels though. I throw what's left of the body into a dumpster. I use his own lighter to start a fire and get rid of the evidence. Stepping back, I wipe my hands off on my pants. I look at one of the credit cards for a moment. "Thank you very much, Gordon. You've been very helpful."
Food sounds good. I could murder a nice steak. If the waitress was cute enough, maybe we could go to a motel and have some fun. She'd be screaming in no time. This is going to be so much fun and there's no one to try to stop me now. I'm free.