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Rez just looked at Amberlyn. So he had... six? Seven Fiancee? "Am, I think that you misunderstand something here- I might not be a human- but I was raised like one. My parents taught me that you stuck with one person your entire life- I told you that before. I have no problem letting you all stay here, but I just dont see any of you like that."
The vampiress rolled her eyes. "Rez, what you feel really doesnt matter to the rest of the supernaturals- or humans. The fact is that you're stuck with us- think of is as an arranged marriage if you have to Numbskull." she sighed. "This is too much to deal with, you dont really get the entirety of what Im trying to tell you. Suffice to say this: for now, I'll let school know that you're out due to family issues. Take a few days to do your job, and keep her." she gestured her head to the comatose dragon. "Inside, or at least on the property. It shouldn't be hard, seeing as you're going to have at least three people for help. I'll be gone for a while, trying to figure this stuff out- try not to bring any more women home, please?"
Rez rolled his eyes and left the room. It wasnt like he was some sex maniac, or had a hero complex, it just had worked out at the time that he'd take the girls home to recuperate, and they'd never left. Since his mother had died, he'd been stuck in this town alone and had slowly been getting lonlier- due to his job he couldnt get too close to any humans, and the only time he'd seen another Hunter is when they'd.... gone bad.
Walking into the soundproof'd studio in the basement, he took off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper. Dawn was coming- hecould tell since his 'hunting' mode was turning off. He watched the process in the mirror, still slightly amazed and disgusted at his own body.
At night, he was a well-built, muscular male with long white hair and red eyes- probably a side effect from living with Amberlyn so long. As dawn approached, his muscles became less defined, and he gained about a foot of height- taking him from a mid 5' 8" to about 6' 4". His hair darkened, and as it did so he took some pins and tied it up behind his head. It was alot tougher than human hair- possibly stronger even than the fur that covered a Lycanthrope's body- and as such scissors couldn't cut it. Thankfully, it stopped growing when it had hit the back of his knees- and his bangs hadn't really grown out.
As his eyes faded to a bluish-green color, he sighed. The studio was his own little peace of solitude, the only place he didnt really have to worry about Humans and Supernaturals, or dead humans... or curses. He could just meditate, or paint, or work out, sit down and read, or write... just be himself. Recently, he'd taken an interest in carving- seeing as he had more than enough skill with a knife. On the walls, shelves were filled with some of his finished pieces- placed in such a way that one could see his gradual improvements. On a desk in corner, there were two books- one with no title, and the other was simply labled "Photos". The first book was his mother's diary- bookmarked in it were letters from his father. If someone took that, he'd probably kill them- it was the only thing he had from his parents, other than the picture framed by his bed.
He walked over and sat on the desk, idly playing with the knife in his hands. Before he'd met Amberlyn, he'd been of the mindset that most- if not all- supernaturals were bad news. The ones he'd met had been bad, enslaving humans, torturing entire cities with fear and slaughter. His parents had told him that they'd come across few Supernaturals trying to live quietly alongside humans, but that they did exist. Drawing a finger across the photo album, he thought back to the day he'd actually met the vampire....
Three hundred thralls. That was the number of servants this vampire had thrown at Rez, thinking that he'd worry about their lives. He grinned darkly to himself- the rules only stated that he couldn't personally kill a human, not that he had to save one on the verge of death. He watched with a morbid curiosity as they followed him- he who had easily leaped sixty feet to the opposing roof. Would the Master of these idiots stop them, or would they all fall to their deaths? It didnt really matter to him. Probability said that he'd start panicking and show up as his thralls died, and that's what he'd wait for. It had been almost impossible to track him even this far- Rez had had enough of chasing after shadows and watching more of the humans in his care end up missing or worse.
The thralls had just reached the edge of the building, when they'd stopped hesitantly. Apparently their survival instinct was still somewhat there, since they looked down at the ground somewhat uncomprehendingly. It took about fifteen minutes for one to spot him on the other side, climb up, and then fall to its death with a morbid crunching noise. Sadly, no hospitals would come to save the poor thing, since the vampiric idiot had actually sent a note claiming that he'd taken over this town 'in the name of Nosferatu'.
When about half of the thralls had painted the ground with their corpses and blood, he'd felt the call go out for the thralls to stop. The issue he had was that the vampire seemed to be a complete idiot, but the kind that was able to fail intelligence through stupidity.... He'd ordered them to stand there, watching him. It was kinda eerie actually.
 Azzy Rael · Sat Oct 08, 2011 @ 09:14am · 0 Comments |
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