Pain Redefined

[xWickedBlackLace]

The rain trickled lightly against Aubrey's skin as he lay under the night sky. His inhuman emerald eyes flickered as they skimmed his comfortable surroundings. The graveyard was gratifying as silence enveloped every bit of it and the vampire lay in the arms of the angel atop a gravestone. Somber eyes mourned the many deaths that rested in the dreadful place, arms outstretched. One of the vampire's legs hung idly over the edge of the statuesque arm. One of his arms was draped lazily over his stomach as his other supported his head against the rock hard neck of the angel. It was perfect in size and allowed his sturdy body to rest there as if the spot was made for his comfort. Jet black locks of hair fell plastered to his forehead with rain , giving his eyes an even more mysterious compliment than normal. A wistful smile caught his features as he played indolently with the zipper of his black jacket, fingering the silver metallic material lightly.

Below there seemed to be two creatures playing in the graveyard. Hm. Weren't they aware of how dangerous it may be. Upon closer examination, he realized that they were two wolves. A male and a female energy...of the mutual sort. Had to be siblings. Perhaps they could fend for themselves. Perhaps Szamiro would find out. His smirk grew as his presence remained hidden, his energy silent.

 

[Cellar_Door]

Rain was nothing for an indomitable hunter of darkness. At least, that's what the faeries told him. For most of his life Asher had never been much more than a sneak and a cut-purse. The grey eyed man had spent the better part of his youth learning how to dive out of a second story window after bedding another man's wife, or how to catch the tumblers on a lock just right, even using a bent bobby pin. It wasn't until after a mishap with ghoul and a chance encounter with a group of fae that saved his life, that he became known as a scourge of the undead.

In exchange for saving his life, the faeries bonded him to duty, making him into something they could use to cleanse the world of their anti-thesis. Fae as the embodiment of life, despise the undead, but they send peons like Asher to do their dirty work.

As the rain poured down his cloak, Asher was having doubts about this whole thing. Of course, Argenta, his guard during these missions insisted that he had no such doubts. The graveyard seemed clean to him. Nothing mindless, nothing rotting... above ground, and no unearthly wails of the soulless animate. "I don't know about this Genta... I don't see anything." The tiny fairy pointed out from under the hood, her minuscule finger aiming at an ancient statue with a pale form, almost corpse-like cradled in it's arms.

"Bingo."

Asher didn't exactly hurry. Argenta could sense them, and so he knew if it would move and where it would go. Eventually, and after several small pokes and prods, he made it up to the statue. "Monster, I'm here to slay thee..." He paused to sigh wearily, "and return you to your departed soul... such is my quest." Asher sounded unamused with the lines that he'd been commanded to speak upon meeting the undead, even if they were mindless. He couldn't be sure with the rain, but he thought he heard tiny hands clapping, and laughter.

 

[xWickedBlackLace]

Aubrey's gaze quickly snapped into the direction of the hunter. The energy was getting a bit too dangerous for his taste. Not that he couldn't handle danger...he just chose not to deal with it. He was far too old to be bothering with Slayers that believed all Vampires were, were soulless bloodsuckers. Well, they were right to an extent...regardless Aubrey didn't really appreciate their nasty attitudes.

Well...not as though he was a gem himself. Didn't mean he had to appreciate somebody trying to take him out without even getting to know him. He moved a bit more slowly, as he was sure a slayer would better be able to pick out inhuman, quick speeds in a vampire, and moved up the statue as far as he could go. The wolves still played in the graveyard...but one of them had shifted. It was a tall, beautiful woman of about 5'6", brown hair cut in neat layers. A side-bang framed her face wistfully and her mahogany eyes were expressive and gentle. Taiyja was far more gentle than the other wolf females. Probably the only of her sort that didn't just want to fuck the pack leader and have a litter of pups just to gain power. Her body was beautiful too. Her breasts were a c cup, on the large side, the contours of her dress following those of her hips and thighs perfectly. She smiled as she played with the male wolf, scratching his ears.

"Thanks for the exercise, Kaya."

Aubrey was wrong. He knew Kaya, ironically. He didn't feel like communicating with anybody. It would probably happen within the next few moments, but he hoped to all fucking mother of god the slayer didn't make him show himself. One would figure that the most eerie grave stone in the yard would steer people away but there were at least four fucking people here now.

Giving in, Aubrey sighed. He jumped down from the gravestone and beside Taiyja who nearly screamed. She was probably having a telepathic conversation with Kaya. "Christ, 'brey...can you not do that?"

Aubrey frowned deeply, folding his arms over his chest. Warmth emanated from him as he was a fire element. His skin was just naturally warm. Soothing even. "We'll have problems of the face burning sort, Taijya if you seriously keep calling me that."

She grinned and continued rubbing Kaya's belly. Aubrey knew that Kaya would have a more smartass comment if he could actually speak. Which, left him grateful he couldn't.

"There's a slayer in the area Taijya...if you don't want to be caught in the midst of a bloody battle I suggest you vacate the premises."