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A Love Bite?

ThomasRHellsing

ThomasRHellsing

Pulsar
Joined
Sep 18, 2011
Location
Hell ((2nd Circle))
Thomas moved easily into he club. The crimson T-shirt clinging onto his body, but not in an obscene way. On each hand s a black glove, fingerless after the second knuckle. Black jeans and steel toed leather boots rounded out the outfit. Crystal blue eyes moved through the club as Thomas reached the bar. Thomas felt a bit naked, his favorite knife tucked into his boot, but he knew he wasn't on the streets he'd grown up on. He removed pair of black framed red lensed designer sun glasses from his back pocket and put them on. A few hours ago he'd lost his latest bouncer job. The man had taken several defensive courses and loved to swim, thus why he was muscular but till narrow and fast. His platinum blond hair brushed back, and put into a simple ponytail that reached mid back. He liked long hair made people underestimate you.

Thomas got a double shot of Jack Daniels Tenesse honey, and a large glass of Mountain Dew. He downed three of the shots in a row before taking a moderate drink of the Mountain dew The Blue tooth headset on his right ear beeped and he clicked the ignore button putting it into his pocket. He looked for a nice fun fuck.
 
Alisa sat at the bar, she was dressed in all black from head to toe wearing a leather trench coat which was an exact replica of the one Keanu Reeves had wore in the matrix, she was sipping on her martini and smoking a cigarette, she sat there looking for someone interesting, she grew bored and decided to leave, she laid a hundred dollar bill underneath her martini glass and stood up, her hair was platinum blonde and thigh length, she had crystal blue eyes, her skin was deathly pale and she was decievingly skinny for her five foot eleven frame, but she had always been that way even when she was human, she decided to slowly walk out of the club, maybe someone would say something or catch her eye.
 
Thomas headed towards the fellow blond The sway of her hips drew his attention s well as the fact the crowd parted before her. Moving infront of her he spoke, drinking some of his soda "Leaving so soon sexy, that would be a shame, as would a sexy thing like you leaving alone."
 
Alisa turned to the man, "Right then, you got the guts, follow me." She walked out the door and handed her ticket to the vallet, the man ran off and came back in a black lamborghini aventador a few minutes later, he opened the door and slid out, alisa walked over and slid into the drivers seat, she revved the engine up to ten thousand rpms and the car screamed, shooting flames out of the exhaust and setting off car alarms, she cranked the sterio and waited for her new male companion, he thought they were going straight to her place, she had other plans.
 
Thomas chuckled, no one had ever said he was gutless, stupid, a hardass, a bitch to put down yes, but never gutless. He slid into the passengers side, whistling in appreciation of the car. Getting comfortable he said, "So, are you one of those Daddy's girls with money to blow that populate the area, or something else, I have to admit I' impressed with the ride though."

He spoke easily enough, "I prefer the T-bird myself, something about American craftsmanship, but Lamborghini isn't bad, just such a bitch to keep running, and for driving around in the city it's like cutting off a birds wings, this baby cant' sore on these pathetic streets."
 
"You just havent met the driver that knew how to make a bird soar, and for your information this is the first an only lamborghini aventador running in the united states, and no im not a rich daddys girl, my father died long ago." She dropped the clutch and slammed the gas pedal to the floor the car rocketed off onto the narrow streets, she took a quick left then a right, then onto the main highway, it was three am and there was no traffic out, she kept shifting gears untill she reached top speed, just over two hundred miles an hour, she blew by a cop who turned on his sirens and began pursuit, "Still believe she cant soar?." She flipped a switch and a light on the center console glowed red, "Watch this." She pressed a button and a compressed hissing was heard as nitrous was fed into the engine the car peeled out and sped up, the sirens fading into the distance, she drifted down an exit ramp and slid into a parking garage full of tuners and exotics and muscle cars, "I dont know who you are, but just be careful around these people, they are cut throats." She pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine.
 
Thomas had ridden in the car with ease street racing taught one how to deal and adapt with a car's momentum and to keep from slamming your head into the dash. He nodded his head "Well okay, but the cops will be on your ass now, not to mention your tires are fucked, probably threw out your tranny, and reduced your engine's life by five years, high conditions are one thing but metal is still metal, and will break under those speeds then again I never worked on a Lambo, so I may be completely wrong."

He chuckled adding, "I grew up in Hell's Kitchen, rode with a crew of twenty back in the day, and was the youngest pledge in the gang's history, killed a cop when I was nine years old, ad not a bitch ill, looked him in the eyes and pulled the trigger, only reason I'm out these days is because we lost a gang war too few of The Lost and The Damned left to do anything, so I moved to a new place got a new job and here I am, fighting and fucking my life away legally."

He chuckled, his hand slightly tracing the knife still sheathed, he'd wanted to make sure it hadn't' come loose s he said, "Does that scare you, or turn you on?"
 
"Nothing scares me, and as for the car, i rebuilt the engine myself, that my friend was like having Mike Tyson bench press two hundred pounds, he wouldnt even break a sweat, and thats great that you think the cop could have kept up, i admire your faith in the police, but we lost him long ago, he wouldnt have known where we went, and as for the tires, you are once again mistaken, everything on this car is purpose built to do exactly what i just did." She laughed, "Still think im daddys little girl?" She glanced at his hand, "You really should work better at hiding a knife." She got out of the car and lit a cigarette, she had to be careful, if she let on too quickly that she was a vampire she might loose her prey.
 
Thomas chuckled, "I'd say something about those killing you, but I guess that happened a long time ago yes?"

Thomas popped his knuckles "I was looking at your breasts when you hit the nitro that level of force on your body you should have been wheezing a bit, but your breasts didn't move, you weren't breathing because you didn't need too, also the face your eyes changed slightly at top speed, allowing you to keep up with what you were seeing, and the fact your not reflected in the rear view mirror of course."

He took a deep breathe and let it out, "Like I said, Hell's Kitchen, newbies love the homeless and the people society never misses, that gang I was talking about was lead by a border jumping Mexican Cartel vampire, old mother fucker said he fought for Pancho Veela, trust me, watching someone you like getting ripped in half after you've put an entire clip of 45 rounds into him teaches you real quick about the other side, fucker iced himself though forgot that as fast and strong as a vampire is a machete to the neck while their feeding is still a machete to the neck, since then I've tried to avoid your race but I figure if you wanted me dead I'd be dead so."

He pulled out his own cancer stick and Zippo, "I have to admit, you hide it better than most though, most newbies you can pick out of a crowd, forgetting to breathe or hyper alert, one time I saw one licking a stripper's leg and his fangs popped out, I know alot of people think vampires are evil incarnate and all that crap but I figure you don't try and fuck me up I wont' mess with you and everybody gets another day closer to death."
 
Alisa laughed "Oh my, perceptive, figured as much, and youre right about everything but one key fact, i was born dead, takes something a little more different than a machete to the neck to kill me, first of all you would have to get close enough to me to even pull that off, i never feed in the open, and never in the same place, and all of my victims wake up with a headache and no prior memory of the previous night, you were right about my reflexes and so on, but, not everyone gets another day closer to death, some people die when i want them to, there is really nothing anyone can do to stop me in reality, you could attempt to pull out that knife but before even a centimeter of the blade had came out of its sheathe, you would be dead, ive been around for quite some time actually, some of the myths you have heard, cleopatra for example, they say she died of natural causes, but really, that was me, there are many other cases i could list but that would take time, ive been lurking in the shadows for thousands of years, distributing power where i see fit, so i am no normal vampire, nor do i turn to ash in the sunlight, thats for the turned, i was born this way, and will be this way forever."
 
Thomas nodded, "I read something ounce about the pure blood vampire eight son of and eight on, one recorded tale was Dracula the supposed king of vampires, though I seriously doubt he was the only one, I never studied too much into the occult, similar to how I never studied beetles or Hippos, I figured out a way to kill most of what may screw with me and the rest, well just hope I never ran into it."

Thomas dded, "And to go for my knife is stupid if I had no other choice I'd hit the switch on my lighter to vent the fuel into the flint, giving me about three seconds before said fuel ignited I've found very few creatures that like having a white hot fire ball in their laps, I would hope by the time you had that under control I'd have the Glock 45 drawn and take out your knee caps, and damage your bones enough you couldn't use your full speed and strength, then load my clip of tracer rounds modified slightly so the mercury is white hot and burns brighter and faster, put the entire clip into your heart and hope that killed you."

He sighed, "I had a client that was being stocked by a newbie, and took him out that way easily his aster broke eight of my ribs and forgot that just because bullets can't kill a vampire broken shoulder bones and knee caps can't support weight, he wasn't old though civil war I think, my client was unwilling to pay my price increase so I got the hell out of dodge and wasn't surprised when they found her floating face down in the Hudson."

He chuckled, "But while a spot of violence may be fun, to mark up that pretty face would truly be a shame, so sexy, we going to look round here for a specific reason, or you just want to lull me into false sense of security."

He added as he got out, "And everyone died eventually, you lot just got lucky and get to put it off awhile, eventually life would get bring without the threat of death."
 
Alisa gave a sly grin and a laugh, "Perhaps i could have more use for you than you think, now allow me for some perception if you will, cant let you have all the fun, you definatly cant be one of those that works at your local grocery store, too calm for that, you were a bouncer or body guard of some sort no doubt, and you are looking for work definatly judging by the way you scoped out the bar and how you walked through it, you walk with confidence and try to set the standard to not be fucked with, now, normally i can handle my own conflicts, but its just so bothersome, so heres the lowdown, theres a guy here, he owes me about a hundred grand, he bet money he didnt have, so i want his car, you cant miss it, its a seventy five chevelle, black, big blower sticking out of the hood, side exhaust, tubs in the back, hes here somewhere, just get the car im going to tend to some buisness, you do this for me, and you can have the car, and consider yourself hired for some more work." She smiled as a line of people was building up behind her.
 
Thomas nodded as he said, "Id the guy a vampire, or werewolf or something, I've found it's alwyas best to be prepared."

Thomas knew he should have refused. should have straight up told the vampire to go fuck herself. However he wanted a bti of violence, and he was also rather bored. Thomas found himself wishing for his handgun, alot scarier then a knife when it came to a fight. Although the knife would be useful for a hot wire if one was needed.
 
"Just a human nothing to worry about, he spends more time on his motor and his hair than he does at the gym, there wont be a fight just tell him Alisa sent you he should surrender it immediatly, im kinda a big thing around here now ill leave you to your buisness and i must attend to mine." She turned to face the small crowd, "So, who wants a piece first?" A young man approached her, "Ill go first, ten grand up and down this garage first one to the bottom wins." Alisa leaned over and pulled out a briefcase from her car, "What a coincidence, thats exactly the amount i have, lets do this." She handed the briefcase to a man dressed in a suit, and got in her car, the crowd dispersed and the man who had challenged her went back to his vehicle, it was another lamborghini but a gallardo, he pulled up to the line and waitied, alisa decided it was time to intimidate, she slammed the car into reverse, rocketed past the man, made the car to a three hundred and sixty degree rotation then drifted a circle around him and slid up next to him the car screaming and even cracking a few windshields.
 
Thomas nodded, rolling up his suit sleeves he said to himself, "Really, and they say boys and their toys are bad?"

Thomas walked easily up the the man, a typical valley boy deush bag. Thomas spoke to him, "I'm here for Elise's car, we have any problems?"

The man sneered that cocky arrogant sneer that seemed welded on people like this face. he nodded, "You do now boy, I went to the Pack for protection from that bitch, go get him BOYS!"

Thomas didn't blink when eight guys suddenly became visible. They hadn't teleported or anything just been blending in with the crowd, and shadows. Thomas felt a smirk o his face as he removed his sunglaasses, "One warning, Elise said I get the car, not how many bones to break getting it fuck with the best end up like the rest."

Thomas put the sunglases into the container on his belt. The first one swung a tire iron. It flew fast but it was choreographed so easily Thomas could have ducked it in his sleep. Grabbing the large men Thomas gave him a savage headbutt to the nose turning as another one swung a straight punch but it was easy enough to go with using a classic jujitsu throw.The next one he gave a steel toed straight kick to the sternum, throwing a left elbow to the side of the head to keep him down. Even as he threw himself to the side to avoid chain swung by Mr. 4, the other four charged him. Thomas however wouldn't have lasted as long as he did without learning to adapt. Grabbing Mr One's tire iron he swing for the fence's taking out Mr. 5' knee cap the jammed it into the side of his head. Mr. Six kicked at him but Thomas blocked it with the tire iron and lashed out sending the guy to unconsciousness with a single swing.

Seven, Eight, and four were left. Eight pulled out a switch blade, seven holding a wrench, and four was spinning his chain. Thomas knew they weren't going to give him an opening. He turned as if going to run before turning and running as fast as he could the six feet between them using a flying tackle to send all three men to the ground. Then bringing the tire iron down hard. Four was sent to oblivion and he broke seven's hand before they threw him off. Getting up he cracked seven with the end of the tire iron knocking out his front teeth. Mr. eight however was skilled with that switch blade Thomas had nasty cut on his arm And was trying to defend himself with the tire iron, just too damn long to get in a strike. Finally he grabbed the mans hand and headbutted him, before knocking the knife away and jamming the tire iron into his throat sending him down.

Thomas turned towards the final guy, only to hear a low growl. Turning around he saw the feral rush and bulging muscles of were's. Thomas tossed the tire iron at one and slide kicked two others but by the time he was up and around he had five large wolf men glaring at him.

The largest, the one that had been Mr. 1 moved forward, Thomas pulling his knife as he ducked cutting across Mr 1's left kidney then jabbing him in the back dozen times before moving back. As the wolf fell Thomas stepped forward and gave him boot to the face. Thomas looked around as the pack jumped he pulled a whistle and blew HARD. The wolf men's howls of pain grew loud they screamed and whimpered as Thomas kept blowing, and blowing, and blowing until he was tarting to go blue in the face. When he finally stopped all the wolf men had blood rushing form their ears. Thomas took a hammer laying nearby and smashed all of the stunned wolf men in the head. Putting the dog whistle back in his pocket he punched the Deush and took the keys Gunning the engine to go and meet up with his new "boss".

Thomas was mentally figuring in dry cleaning and a new shirt into how much he was going to charge her.
 
Alisa heard the howls of werewolves and got out of her car, the man in the suit yelled "Everyone evacuate the building race is over!" Everyone instantly got in their cars and left aside from the man who had challenged her, he got out of his car, "God dammit i want a race!" he yelled and he himself turned into a werewolf, "Ah, shit!" The man in the suit yelled, "Alisa god dammit, get this bastard out of my garage!"

Alisa turned and faced the man now turned werewolf, she closed her eyes slowly and exhaled, when she opened her eyes she let out a primal roar/scream that shook the building the floor and ceiling cracked, but the werewolf remained stalwart, he charged Alisa, and she lept straight into the air, the exact second he was below her she began to fall, she landed directly on his head driving her six inch stilleto heel into his skull, he died on impact she turned to Thomas "Well, looks like i get to take home two cars tonight."
 
Thomas rolled his eyes, "You might have mentioned he knew members of a werewolf gang, remind me to always have gun on hand for my assignments, now where are we going to go?"

He wanted to have someone check out the switch blade cut, snd to relax a bit his muscles sore from the fight.
 
Alisa stopped in her tracks, her nostrils flared, she could smell his blood, she went primal instantly, thankfully the man in the suit was still there, he came between Alisa and Thomas, "I dont know who you are kid, but just back away slowly, and when i tell you make a break for that car." He pointed to the car she had assigned him to acquire, "Keys should be under the seat, just get in and head to her house." he rattled off the address like he had been there a hundred times, alisa approached them slowly moving like a lioness about to pounce on her prey.

"Alisa." The man said, "You have to fight this, you dont wanna hurt this man, you dont wanna hurt anyone here, shake it off girl, you know who you are, relax, we can find you some food, we are here for you, controll your bloodlust." Alisa stopped in her tracks, "Run kid, now!" Alisa roared again bearing her fangs, the man pulled out a gun, "I dont wanna shoot you girl, controll yourself!"
 
Thomas rolled his eyes, waking over and back handing the vampires, he said "Really, I was always told it was he weak newbies that gave into blood lust, the deep primal need to feed, I thought you were some ancient being, a creature of power, one who could fight her urges, you want a bite take it, but I hope you know you'll choke on it."

Thomas held the cut open closer to her, letting her get a true smell of it. Dead man's blood, a poison capable of hurting vampires. It smelled like rotted meat did to them. Thomas spoke, 'I told you I fought a vampire before, having a blood transfusion of dead man's blood was common practice, an I've still to enough left in me to make it nasty, so you going to calm the fuck down or not?"

Thomas looked the vampire woman dead in the eyes as he said to the Suit man, "Running from a predator just makes it chase you, standing off with one can either make it back down or go for your throat, but I don't' leave my clients until they say so."
 
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