Boring Night [Wolfie]

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It was eleven o'clock at night when Artimis started roaming the streets and ended up walking into the Bite Cafe. Artimis decided to stop for some hot chocolate. Artimis doesn't really care for coffee it is too strong for him. One time he drank a cup of coffee and later that night in a battle he was bouncing of the tree literally. It was a death match between him and a detective. Artimis hated detective they were always trying to get into his case when he just wanted to be left alone, but apparently they wont leave him alone. He doesn't know why they just won't so now when he sees a cop he hides his face. Artimis was indeed fighting a death match and he one but he let the guy have a chose to either stay and get killed or leave and survive, but the idiot chose to try killing Artimis and Artimis didn't stand for it so with out a word he swung his sword through the detectives neck and watched him fall to the ground with the blood flowing down into the snow. Artimis left his signature of a clean cut through the neck. Artimis was known for cutting necks within seconds. He has some of the best known slicing abilities out there in the assassin groups. So Artimis bought a cup of hot chocolate. He sat down at a table by himself and started to drink the hot chocolate carefully.

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The air was a cool, crisp sting as the night started out. It was a good night; the epitome of the Washington climate. White never liked Washingtom himself. Too cold. Being one without body heat, he could feel that cold air. It made him kinda sluggish, and his age wasn't doing him much good either. He imagined his bones might have creaked, if he weren't immortal.

But he was. No sense in dwelling over it. The cafe was kinda warm anyways. Lots of warm blooded critters to heat the place up, not to mention the central heating.

Technology was a beautiful thing. He could remember when he'd have to sit there in the cold and pretend like he was just fine and dandy. All in all, the past sucked. He liked the present.

It fit him just fine.

Taking out the night's first cigarette, White lit it and rolled it to the side of his mouth, scanning the floor of the cafe languidly.

You could say he felt something. You could say he had a sixth sense. You could even say that he just knew these things, but whatever it was, White sensed something; and he knew immediately, without ever having to figure it out, what this feeling was.

Vampire. Rogue. White's cigar twitched. What the...?

Looking around now with a bit more energy, his eyes eventually landed on the kid in question.

So Crane was letting in the vamps now too? He wouldn't think the old chimera possible. For obvious reasons the guy had a bias against vampires. They were vicious, hungry little monsters that grew like weeds and were harder to kill than a termite infestation.

Exhibit "A." White himself.

White slid his arms out over the bar counter a bit more, so he could lean on the nice, polished wood. Well, this was a bit of a conundrum... The kid was Crane's, but he was also White's area of expertise. And without a doubt, White had a problem with other vampires.

Sneaky little things... Why do you think he made a pact with Crane?

Thinking to himself for a bit, White eventually reasoned out what he was going to do.

He was going to have a talk with the little squirt.

Taking out a glass and a soda dispenser hose, White filled her up with a pint of freshly made human blood. He took a sip of it himself, but mainly it was for the sake of the vamp kid sitting at the other end of the cafe.

If he really was a vampire, and as young of one as White could tell, then he'd smell the blood and he'd get himself all rattled up.

White took another sip, then set the glass between his two clasped hands, waiting.

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Artimis smelling the scent of blood stopped drinking his hot chocolate but still had the cup up to his face. Artimis hated the smell of blood, to be exact he hated being a vampire. Artimis discusted by the smell put his cup of hot chocolate down. Artimis stood up and walked out the cafe like he was down with his hot chocolate.

Outside Artimis turned into an alley making sure no human would see him. Artimis not being about to help himself bit the palm of his palm letting the blood drip down his arm and into his mouth. Artimis was disgusted with himself. Having blood in his mouth calmed his vampire half down but made his human side sick to his stomach. Artimis' eyes were glowing red in the dark stating the fact that there was blood near him. Artimis didn't ever let himself have blood he always made himself puke it back up. He wanted nothing to do with it. Artimis then knelled down on his knees and made himself puke up the blood he just had drip down his throat. Artimis gripped the ground as he saw the blood on the ground in front of him. He was ashamed of himself being a vampire. Trying to drink blood but puking it up he was pathetic.

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Instead of doing what White would have expected the little critter to and coming up to the bar for a taste of the blood, he... ran out?

Eh... Kids. What could you expect?

Still, it would have been nice to see this. He had his thoughts about the little bloodsucker, but he wanted to make sure he'd got it right. Never a bad thing to check. He was bored right now, and there wasn't much for him to do at the bar. Taking a half-interested look at the clock, White got out from behind the bar and took a little walk outside.

The cold was even worse out here. White could see his breath, even though it was supposed to be warming up. Well, maybe it was warm for someone else, but he sure wasn't feeling it... His body temp dropped just as soon as he left the warmth of the cafe, and cursing to himself gruffly, he looked around the cafe entrance for which way the kid had gone.

Alleyway. The smell of blood. White bit down on the butt of his cigarette and marched out the door, looking for the kid in question.

And what he found was... kinda odd.

Down in the back of the alley, the kid had gotten down on his knees and was puking up whatever the contents of his stomach were. Since they were all over the ground and not in the kid's gut, White got to see exactly what it was that the kid had not agreed with.

Was that blood...?

White let out a small, breathless chuckle. He was trying kind of hard not to laugh. A vampire? Throwing up blood? And by the looks of that gash on his arm, it wasn't anything kosher. He was throwing up his own blood after gorging himself on it.

Honestly, a vampire that hated blood? What was the world coming to? And he thought things were going downhill when they invented the atom bomb and started World War I. This was just... unholy!

And, also kinda funny. White's pearly white teeth clenched down on the cigarette, nearly chopping it in half. He was trying to stop himself, but eventually, a little bout of chuckling got through and echoed off the walls of the alleyway.

White took the cigarette from his mouth, tapping the ashes out onto the floor. By now he was sure the kid had heard him. He wasn't trying to be sneaky or anything. So he decided he'd say a little hello and get the formalities over with.

"Well son, looks like you've got a problem." White chuckled again in his old, feeble, grandfatherly way.

"I didn't know that was gonna happen, else I'da just called you over!"

Another rich, low chuckle. He almost wished he had a camera for this.

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Artimis hearing a chuckle looked at White with his glowing red eyes. Artimis looked back down at the blood that he puked up. Artimis was out of breath. He was trying to get air but it wasn’t doing all so well. All he could feel was cold air hitting his mouth and lungs. Artimis started to cough as he was trying to get air. Artimis realizing what was going on grabbed his inhaler and took a deep breath of the medicine in his inhaler. Artimis was breathing the cold air in and out heavily because he was shivering because of how cold it was and because he wasn’t able to breathe a minute ago. Artimis hated the fact that this guy thought that this was all funny. It wasn’t funny whenever he smells blood he pukes up everything that he has eaten that day and in his puke that he just puked up there was just blood. Mainly because he hasn’t eaten anything at all today and he was hungry. He thought this was touchier. Artimis was so cold; it didn’t even feel like he had any clothes on and that he was in snow. Artimis started to feel light headed from the loss of blood and from not having energy because he hasn’t eaten. Artimis was still breathing heavily but now it felt like needles where hitting his throat and lungs.

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White simply sat there, leaning against the cold stone wall of the cafe and puffing away at his cigarette with all the energy of an old, old man.

He did look that way. Nothing you could do about it. That kid with his cutesy little blood aversion and his breathing problems may stay young forever, but White would stay old forever. Feeble forever. He would feel like he was slowing, slowing to stop for the rest of his life.

Which, by the way, was forever.

He took a long, leisurely drag, letting the smoke out through his nose slowly, the cinnamon flavor lingering in his nostrils and letting him smell the sweet flavor just that much longer. He shivered a bit - an old habit form being alive - and pulled his finely fitted old-style smoking jacket up closer around himself.

It was cold. So cold. But then again, it was always cold. It had always been cold for him, and as much as he complained about it, he fancied he kind of liked it.

Warmth was life. Life was death. And since he was already dead, he didn't need seconds.

After a long moment of just sitting there and watching the kid go through the motions of struggling to breathe, inhaling and finding the choking feel crush at his chest, he simply threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

Then he took out another one and lit it, the small, almost pitied smile still lingering as the cinnamon flavor did.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, kid." White drawled. And by that, he meant the blood thing. Stupid little kid... Didn't even know how to be a proper vampire. Not that White did either, but he knew one thing really well. Blood tasted good, and if it tasted good, then you should probably drink it. Worked out well enough for him.

Taking the cigarette from his mouth and looking at it, into the orange cinder at the end, he couldn't help but laugh a little more, just for the heck of it.

"There are lots of people that deserve to die. Just pick one of them. Don't have to bleed yourself out."

White's smile had grown from a faint, pitied one into something of an old, grand smile. One well worn from years of life and made for the happy occasions of a grandfather like the first time a grandchild rides a bike, or the first time the kids go off to get married. Something nice, and something sweet. Something from a postcard that was incorruptibly innocent and good.

But it wasn't good. White wasn't smiling because some kid got hitched. He was smiling because it was either that or laugh again, and he really didn't want to break out into giggles. Kind of ruined the whole evil mood.

He took a second to think to himself, replacing the cigarette in his mouth, then decided to move a bit closer, towards the poor kid.

Poor kid. Really needed a bit of a direction to move in. Probably had some sap story about mommy and daddy dying, and some evil boogeyman making him into a freak. Yup. Join the club. Boggeymen were a dime a dozen, and he'd bought himself one awhile back to turn him into a freak too.

"Get up, kid. You're making the whole species look bad."

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Artimis started to get mad when the man just stood there. Artimis never wanted to hurt another human by biting them at least. Artimis heard White say he made the vampires look bad and that made him furious. Artimis hated vampires and he hated being one. Artimis then said to white "Well what do you want me to do huh.." raising his voice. "I'M SORRY BUT I AM NOT GOING TO STOOP DOWN TO YOUR FILTHY ANIMAL WAYS!" Artimis screamed at white. "You are a PIG. You are the one that probably needs to die more than anyone else." Artimis said while panting heavily still. Artimis stood up and looked at White with hatred. Artimis still felt light headed but was willing to stand his ground.

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Taking the cigarette from his mouth so he wouldn't outright swallow it, White struggled with himself for a bit.

Was this kid... serious? Did he really think that way? What was he... homeschooled? Did mommy never let him see the light of day, and that was why he was so freakishly pale, because White knew it wasn't because the kid had a pair of pointy teeth and killed things to feel that sensational rush of power.

No. This kid. He knew nothing of the world. Just another of life's little rejects, got caught in a life and can't get out. Looks like he couldn't even die properly... He had to mess that up too and get himself immortalized.

Taking an unusually long, slow drag, White used the taste of nicotine to calm him down a bit so he could stand up straight and stop trying to keel over laughing.

Ah... There we go. Something a bit more calm. White smiled his grandfatherly smile, and just let the smoke out in one gentle huff of air.

"Yeah... Ya know I probably am wrong. I probably am a pig, and I know that I'm an animal! That's just-!" White had to pause, to stop himself smiling to broadly. Then, once more retaining that zen state, he went on slowly.

"I'm a bully. I'm a thief. I'm a druggie. I'm a killer. I sell people for the profit, and man, is there a profit in that... But, ya know of all the things I do, I think there's one that I really should do and that I've been putting off." He tapped the ashes off his cigarette. "I should probably die. Horribly. Oh yeah, that would be hilarious... In the worst kind of way imaginable, ya know? Limbs broken. Decapitated. Sunlight, maybe? I heard that burns pretty good. Sure. I could die, and just for yucks it should probably be at the hands of a goody two shoes like you. One of them hero types."

White snickered.

"So go ahead. Kill me. I don't mind. Take a swing. Stake through the heart. Hey, gouge my eyes out if ya think it would help... but see there's the thing. I don't think you will. None of you hero types will. Not a single one of ya. And you know why? Because you're a bunch of wimps, that's why. With your standards. Your morals. Your little floaters so you won't sink down to my level... Well I got news for ya kid. Ya can't kill what ya can't reach. Either sink down and get me, or shut up, because I sure ain't gonna off myself any time soon."

With that, White once again inhaled the smooth, soothing smoke, and felt that calming blanket of warmth take him over.

It might be cold out, but he had the smoke to warm him up. He almost didn't feel cold, he was so calm. So relaxed.

It was a great day to be alive, and man was he in a good mood. Probably why he was treating the kid so nice. Ah well. Live and let live, yeah? The kid could be a little moral light all he wanted. A beacon of hope and purity while he crippled his immortal body and suffered eternal pain and suffering.

White had his light at the tip of his cigarette, and his life was filled with eternal comfort and bliss.

Yeah, it was a great day....

"Have a good one, kid." White snickered, tossing his cigarette down by the kid and ambling off in an old, feeble fashion.

He had to get back to the cafe. There might be other people he could make happy today, other than himself.

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Artimis was surprised that White really said he could kill him. Artimis hearing every word White said he got more mad. As white started to walk away Artimis took out his sword with his number 13 on it and swung it in front of White so it would hit the wall just before White's neck. Artimis then asked "Do you really want to die? Because if that is what you want i have no problem with taking your life."Artimis said with anger in his voice.

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White paused as the sword hurtled at him, rushing straight past him and into the wall he was staring at. He grimaced, staring at the pointy looking blade.

Oh great. That was his last cigarette, and now he had to stay and fight commando boy here...

He really did have to learn to challenge people with a full pack of cigs. Made things much easier, for him and the schmuck in question. It was a little known fact that the calm, easygoing old vampire could get real worked up at times. Had to keep that side down so he wouldn't start a riot. Or, ya know... Just plain ol' murder people left and right.

Crane would give him an earful about that one.

White, now standing there perfectly still, clasped a hand over his face as if he were scrubbing the tiredeness right out of it. Was really more to get him serious about this. He really hadn't expected to go off galavantin' along with the pup, and he was kind of in the zone to sit there and mock more than anythin'.

Still, he'd shot his mouth and he'd have to prove it. What a load... He might as well just kill the little bloodsucker for this.

After a long moment of "unchilling" himself out, White turned around. He had a kind of bored, stressed look now, but it was more or less diminished by the fact that he was kinda too chilled by the cigarettes to care much.

Still, he tried on the old threatening voice anyhow. Couldn't hurt to at least give 50%.

"Alright kid. Alright. You wanna fight? Fine. I guess I could take a bit more time off."

White thought about the cafe, and all the people who would be missing their bartender. Eh, he'd get another vampire to do it. Doesn't take that much in the way of skill.

"But ya might wanna go get your sword back first. You're gonna need it."

White fished around inside his smoking jacket, only half paying attention. After a second or two, he finally found the right piece of equipment, and pulled out a sleek, gorgeous little number of a gun - gray pearl in color with a nice little body and a brand spankin' new finish that made it gleam like the scales of a fish.

Swiss. Yeah, he loved the Swiss. White took out a silencer too, screwing this onto the short nozzle of the gun and then aiming frivolously at the kid and pretending to fire.

"Although I'm not sure it'll help you. Ya know what they say. Never brink a knife to a gunfight."

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Artimis didn't want to fight but this man made him angry. Artimis went over and grabbed his sword from the wall. Artimis looked over at the male and took a defensive position waiting for whites first move.

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Now simply playing with the gun boredly, as if he were a lot more drunk than he actually was, White waved it around a bit and pretended to shoot unseen enemies, just to test his aim.

Oh, and he was drunk too... Good thing he wasn't any light drunk. He could shoot, stab, kill, and definitely feed on anything no matter how bad any of his little "habits" got. Good thing about being a vampire, it kinda trained you to seek and destroy better. Although, that could just be him, but he did pretty well in a scrape, and it helped to be able to sense where everyone was and stuff.

Sometimes he didn't have the luxury of sight to his advantage, having free access to alcohol as he did. Those other senses really did come in handy.

Though he was a bit sluggish, because of the cold and because of all the stuff in his system. You could say that he intentionally did this as a damper on his fighting abilities. He wasn't exactly allowed to fight a lot around here. Kinda rusty, actually. Not sure if he had it in him anymore.

Quick as a blink, White aimed the gun and shot next to the kid's head just to try it. Nope. Nevermind. He could still fight.

Now tipping the gun so that the smoking muzzle tapped lightly against his head, White rolled his eyes as he noticed the kid was waiting for him to start the fight.

"Oh god... Now you're making me start it? This is way too much effort so early in the day, kid. You gotta cut me a little slack here."

So saying, White decided he wouldn't just shoot the kid. Why would he? He could do that, but it was kinda an abrupt ending to a fight, and who was he to stop the kid's little vendetta? He did look like he needed a bit of steam to be let off, and White wasn't too thrilled about sitting there in his bar for the rest of eternity without a few nights like this to remember.

Had to get into a few scrapes every once in a while, and had to have some good fun other times. This was a scrape night, and White intended to enjoy it.

Still holding the gun, White decided on a new tactic instead. He rushed forward, angling the gun to catch the blade and hold it to the side as he nailed the kid to the wall with a well-aimed grab, hooking his fingers to sink like claws into the kid's throat and slamming him on the side of the building.

It was a good tactic, if he did say so himself. Now to see how fast the little nipper was...

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Artimis was ready to hit White with his sword when White hit his gun up against his sword making it useless for the time being. Artimis felt his back slam into the wall behind him and felt White's nails start to dig into his neck letting Artimis' blood flow down his neck a bit. Artimis felt pain go through his body from the slam. The slam caused his bones to ache. Artimis not wanting to feel pain in his neck along with the pain in his body took his other hand and grabbed his gun with it. Artimis swung his gun out and shot a bullet just off to the right a bit cause a piece of Whites hair to fall off. Artimis put the gun to Whites head and looked at him with murderous eyes. Artimis went into what seemed like a whole other personality. This personality didn't like to be pushed around this personality did all of Artimis' murder jobs. Artimis had his hand tight on the handle of his gun that had the number 13 on it. Artimis in his other personality said "I'm here to give grant you an unlucky deed." Artimis was about to pull the trigger when his original personality took over and lowered the gun. Artimis dropped the gun in shock of what just happened to him. His mind went blank for a minute and he didn't know why. The true was is he didn't know he had another personality and the thing his other personality wanted to do was become a vampire to murder more quickly. Artimis then looked up at White again but this time with pain and fear in his eyes. Artimis just wanted to be left alone now. He didn't want to fight because he was so confused. He hoped that White would stop fighting him now.

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Reacting quickly to the flailing gun, White slid out of the way just in time to only be scathed. Dodging away to clear himself from the line of fire and sword, he grimaced a little as he touched the top of his head.

Ouch... Got a bit of scalp with that to...

White waited, boredly, not really interested in what the kid seemed to be doing with his mood swings and his flailing around of the gun. All he noticed was his head throbbing. And then that throb vanished as he regenerated.

It was good to be dead.

"Oh, now you hurt me..." White growled, more mildly amused than anything else. It was funny, the way this kid was.

Just funny. Must have been the smokes. He was getting some pretty funny vibes from the kid. First he was so pathetic, then there was a hint of that nice, generous, burning hatred before he settled down into a stunned confusion.

And here White thought he was gonna get shot... Oh well. That's life.

Throwing his hands up mockingly, he shot the kid a cold smile.

"Aw, don't go waving that thing all over the place. It's dangerous..."

White knew. That's why he let go of the gun. He knew that this kid didn't have it in him. Maybe there was a small part of him, but that part was a sad, ragged, barely alive part; and it was suffocating under the weight of all those principals and morals.

So why would he bother? Just part of the scrape. Never knew how things were gonna turn out until you dig yer nails into the other guy and feel that anger.

Or lack of it. Was the kid a whimp? He was useless... Holding a gun and he couldn't even fire it.

White kinda felt bad now. Not for the kid. For himself. He hadn't had anything to drink in neigh a whole hour. Now that was a tragedy. He really should remedy that.

The kid didn't want to fight anyways... White looked him right in those scary red eyes and saw it, with his own, soft, soulful blue ones.

He saw the weakness, and he just had to get away from it. All this time... He thought. Maybe the kid was a threat?

But no. Not a bit. That was the whole point of this. To see if the kid was in any way threatening to him. At first it was a no. Then it was an even more firm no. NOW! He had a gun...!

There was no hope for this kid. Not even a glimmer of that possible threat remained.

...as if it were ever there. The old vampire chuckled to himself. Why did he waste his time like this? For fun? For something to do? Maybe he liked picking fights just to feel the blood pumping?

Whatever it was, it wasn't important. Even faster than the kid could react, White swiped the gun from his hand, unscrewing the silencer and placing it in one of his jacket pockets.

"So that's it then, hmm? That's all you've got? Right... I need a drink..."

White tucked the gun away and stalked off, maybe a bit more amused than he had started off as.

Oh well. Something to do.

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Artimis was glad that White dicided to walk away without hurting him. Artimis lowered his head in releaf. Artimis closed his eyes for a second just to find when he opened them everything went black. Artimis hadn't know this but he was over taken by another side of him. This side wasn't one to just sit there and get run on.

Artimis stood up straight with his eyes glowing blood red. Artimis picked up the gun and put it away. He stood there holding his sword tight in his hands. Artimis then said "Hey...Old man.. I'm not through with that fight we were having. It seemed like it would be fun." Artimis was not himself instead he was his other self known as Artemis. Artemis looked at the man with a serial killer's look in his eyes. The complete whimp has completely left his body now. He was ready to have some fun.