AtomSmasher
Star
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
It had been so long, no one knew what they were fighting about anymore, it was just the way of life around there. The lycans had grown in numbers ever since they decided they didn't care about pride anymore and the vampires numbers seemed to stagnate as their sense of pride just exploded and skyrocketed. There was no reason for them to be fighting, they weren't fighting over anything anymore anyways, just for useless bloodshed. Especially now that the fight had extended more into the streets of the human world. Sure, humans were a lesser life form than a vampire but shit, they were still better than those dogs.
The man sat in the armchair by the fireplace. Alistair Gates, a vampire since the time when Great Britain was a great power. In fact, being the son of a famous British General, Alistair had always had a sense of class, and the ability to lead, which made him a perfect candidate for becoming a Death Dealer. He only wore nice suits, the tight leather and the flowing trenchcoats never really spoke to him. If he could get by with a pinstripe suit or something along those lines, he certainly wouldn't overdress. As he got up, he lit up a cigarette and started to walk towards the garage. He did have a meeting with a fellow Death Dealer after all.
As he stood in the booming night club, he watched the human girls grinding on the other human men. There was a fair amount of vampire and lycan presense, mostly strays looking for their next meal and their next victim, but that wasn't something that concerned Alistair right now. He was waiting for the other Death Dealer, then they could make their move. As he stood smoking, the flickering lights and the pounding beat of the techno music started to make his head hurt. He hoped Selene would hurry her ass up.
The man sat in the armchair by the fireplace. Alistair Gates, a vampire since the time when Great Britain was a great power. In fact, being the son of a famous British General, Alistair had always had a sense of class, and the ability to lead, which made him a perfect candidate for becoming a Death Dealer. He only wore nice suits, the tight leather and the flowing trenchcoats never really spoke to him. If he could get by with a pinstripe suit or something along those lines, he certainly wouldn't overdress. As he got up, he lit up a cigarette and started to walk towards the garage. He did have a meeting with a fellow Death Dealer after all.
As he stood in the booming night club, he watched the human girls grinding on the other human men. There was a fair amount of vampire and lycan presense, mostly strays looking for their next meal and their next victim, but that wasn't something that concerned Alistair right now. He was waiting for the other Death Dealer, then they could make their move. As he stood smoking, the flickering lights and the pounding beat of the techno music started to make his head hurt. He hoped Selene would hurry her ass up.