Boring Night [Wolfie]

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White stopped, midstride. For the second time he might add.

The little...

His happy-go-lucky induced stupor was beginning to thin now, and with it, the possibility of this kid ever getting outta here with just a bit of a check out.

Everything White had done up to this point was out of boredom, or careless interest, maybe even curiosity. Now it was just all old and overdue. The kid was getting on his nerves.

Little freak... Couldn't even stay in one personality long enough to crawl away with his tail between his legs... He hated mental disorders. They made things so much more aggravating.

And thus in need of some quick fixing. One thing that was very specific to White's charming and many-faceted personality: He liked things done fast and well.

And this kid... was neither of those things.

Not even bothering to take out his gun again, White simply turned around.

"Don't screw with me kid. I'm not in the mood."

Shrugging to himself frustratedly, White took the time to roll his shoulders. Now let's see... He was pretty sure he'd just beat the kid to a pulp. Yeah, that sounded nice. Didn't have time to kill him properly, and man he hated doing things rushed.

It had to be quick, but not rushed. White took a quick glance back at the cafe entrance, and gritted his teeth.

Man... what he wouldn't do for a drink...

Then, without warning White bolted forward, letting loose a barrage of good old fashioned brawl-style punches. Very effective, if you were as old and therefore as strong as he was. Think of it as getting waled on by a block of cement. And that coupled with a few listless blocks to stave off the sword made for an interesting combination of bash-and-perry fighting.

And hey, who cares if he got cut with little nipper's sword? He didn't much feel that stuff anyways.

Steel wasn't gonna make him cringe. Not one bit.

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Artemis smilied as the Old man came at him with fast punches. Artemis started to spin his sword around and then grabbed the blad with his bare hands. Allowing the blade to get the hits. Artemis back up away from White after a few more hits. " Man you must really want to get this over with. Well that sucks because I want to have some fun. Maybe this will calm you down a bit you rushing bastard." Artemis grabbed a package out of his trench coat posket. Artemis tossed the package of cigerettes to White. "Maybe that will change your mind that way there you might actually have a long, painful battle with me. And the reason I say painful is not because you can have any pain but so I can have some. Pain sounds could right now. Did the stupid little brat tell you, Hes not imortal. He is just a normal human. I am the vampire not him. Every time he smells blood I try to force him to let me out but he won't he makes himself puke up the blood instead of just letting me have it. Those glowing red eyes that show up are mine not his. But anyways right now lets just have a bloody battle till he is screaming on the insides and is about to die."

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This was getting ridiculous...

Okay so soap opera 101: Freakish vampire wannabe has a problem with drinking blood. Turns out he also has a split personality, which was slightly better than the freakish little weakling but still enough of a bore for him to rip to shreds. Then he insults White's genuine need to get back and sit down at his bar to shake himself from this whole intensely boring situation by tossing him a box of cheap cigarettes.

This was the last time he dealt with peon vampires... He'd send the town after the next little leech that rolled into his town.

But now wasn't the time to think about next time. Now was for beating some kind of common sense into the kid so he'd snap out of the delusional thought that White wanted to have anything to do with him.

Or... well ain't that funny... He wanted to fight? Really? Wanted to have fun, did he?

He shouldn't really say that out loud, or ever think it or feel it in any way. White'll know, and he'll fix that up right good.

Now backing off, all sense of righteous frustration gone, White could only stand there, boredley, as if he had gone into another perfectly zen state. Something nice and high above this one, where nothing really mattered but sitting there and enjoying it.

White smiled a bit, cracking his knuckles, but he made absolutely no move towards the kid.

"So you want to fight now, hmm? This isn't just one of those sad-sap little struggles for you. You want this don't ya? Hehe... Funny. That's very funny. Okay then, since you're going to play it like that, let's set up a few rules... I'm not going to attack you unless you come at me, kay? Then, when you do, I'm going to slice you up pretty bad, but only around the areas where ya won't bleed out too fast. Alright? Hopefully this'll teach you a few things, kid, because I sure as hell ain't gonna stand out here playing with some nipper all night."

White sighed, almost in a kind of lethargic boredom, and flipped out a very long, smooth, spike-shaped knife. The blade sprung from the black, clean-lined handle with a kind of energy White could only dream of, and he tossed it distractedly from side to side, not really acknowledging that he was holding it.

"Alright then. Game on." White drawled.

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Artemis looked at White and said "Hm....But thats not fair I want you to make me bleed. You wont hurt me you'll just hurt Artimis. It won't hurt me it'll feel good. I want to be able to feel all of the blood from this body come out down my skin." Artemis refused to fight White unless White actually did some major perminit damage to Artimis' body.

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Now tossing the knife around with just a hint more zeal, White could only shrug in an old, worn, apathetic kind of way.

"You want to die kid? Because I don't want to kill ya. Besides, those aren't the rules..."

White threw the knife to his right hand, where it made itself comfy. Knives usually weren't his thing. Too much work. Too little blood to show for it. Now guns... those were fun, but he could already sense it. This pathetic kid couldn't take a hit fro ma gun. Might just end up killing him, and White didn't want that.

He didn't kill without a reason. Took too much effort to mindlessly slaughter like he used to.

So now, twirling the blade in his hand, White just stood there, motionless as a marble figure. Waiting.

If they were going to fight, they were gonna do it on his terms.

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Artemis smiled and then said "well I guess I have to deal with the dumb rules but okay that will have to do. I just want to be cut and feel the pain." Artemis accepting the terms ran at White with his sword swinging it at White.

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From the immovable marble quality of a statue to the agile, reflexive motions of coiling smoke White moved. Not too quickly. He wasn't all that concerned about the kid being stronger or faster than him. He just wanted to beat the little freak up a bit, and he seemed to be on the same page as White finally, so he'd say things were going pretty well.

Taking a deep breath and remembering with a hint of a frown that he didn't have his cigarettes with him, White sped up a little more, feeling the cold, hard reality kick him in the face as he built up a craving for the stuff.

It wasn't a happy moment for White. He enjoyed his constant drugged state, and his constant drunk state even more. It wasn't exactly an addictive thing so much as it was a craving... for something slower. Something more calm.

He was liable to do a coupla more stupid stunts without that screen of empathy to stop him, and he was liable to also become a bit... sharper? What was the exact word? More focused? More energetic? Something to that degree, and something not too pleasant for anyone around him.

He could be a very caring, attentive individual, which is what he usually tried to avoid.

Now sliding to the side easily, White flicked the knife lightly across thin air, at first slicing at nothing then angling for the kid's stomach area. Nice soft spot, but if you hit it shallow then it wasn't much of a fatal blow as it was a bleeder. White was looking for blood in this brawl.

Finishing the cut cleanly, he stepped to the side and stood once again in that odd, statuesque way, not moving a muscle.

"You'll like the next cut better, I promise," was all he said, almost boredly.

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Artemis smilied as he was cut on his stomach. Artemis stopped and stood there looking at White. "You don't want to fight do you?" Artemis stood there waiting for an answer from White.

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Flicking the knife around boredly, seeming to break his statuesque posture just for the fun of it, White looked up from the deftly swinging blade without much attention.

"Hmm? Oh..." He shrugged. He could smell the blood. It was kinda messing with his head, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Just a bit of a rush that he could repress after about five hundred years of practice.

"Me? Not want to fight? Noooo..."

There was something like a bored, listless sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"I'd love to stand around outside in the cold and slice up a squirt like you."

The blade followed a figure eight pattern, twirling around with an almost liquid like quality as White watched it spin.

"It's just... You really seem to need it, and far be it from me to deprive ya of a good beating."

He smiled slightly, as if admiring the quip of his own sarcasm. That was usually a bad sign, but he blew it off without much thought. He really didn't want to think about much right now. Not that he did usually... but it seemed kinda wrong to think in a fight.

You just had to react. White felt like reacting a bit more now, but he ignored that too. Lethargy was easier. He didn't want to get all worked up just to kill the kid off in some time consuming way. Then it would be forever until he had another drink. Or smoke. Or good conversation, for that matter.

No. It was easier to sit there and pretend he didn't smell the blood and want to slice the kid up into chum. Or worse. Nope. Did that already. He'd get this over with and go drink himself into a happy stupor again, like he liked. None of this impulse stuff. There was a time and a place for all that.

"Hurry up kid. I thought you wanted to bleed."

White flicked the knife firmly into place in his hand again, ready.

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Artemis ran at White with his sword again but he didn't bother to swing it all the way through he just stopped as the blade was going to Whites throat. The only thing Artemis was doing is pretending to start attacks so he can get cut up so he can feel the blood dripped down his body onto the ground.

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Without hardly noticing, White went through the motions again of taking a swing at the brat. A few of them, actually. He'd promised a better cut, and he delivered what he promised. Always.

The knife first slung around across the kid's chest, then pivoted to run the length of an arm, sinking in a little deeper as it swerved to avoid anything that might cause the kid to bleed out. Then, after ending at the kid's wrist right before the major artery, White flipped the knife back up the length of the arm, intentionally severing a few muscles on the way up.

"Ooops!" he laughed, taking a few steps back like a painter leisurely admiring his brushwork. White tipped his head left then right, trying to see something in the long, thick gashes that welled up with blood. A... lobster! Hehe. It was kinda fun to look at blood patterns. Always different, and always refreshing to see.

Must have been a vampire thing? Like looking up and seeing pictures in the clouds. White fished a cloth out of one of his pockets and slid it over the now dripping knife until the blade was nice and clean again.

"That'll leave a mark," he whistled, turning his head again and taking another look at the deep, more jagged lines of the flesh around the kid's elbow.

Yeah. He'd kinda done that on purpose. Severed a bit of the joint there. But hey, the kid ****ed him off. He kinda needed to be taught a lesson. He didn't do too much damage, anyways. Nothing a sling and some time wouldn't fix. Although, it would have been nice to have done some work on that joint. He could almost see a nice clean cut through it if he tried.

Have to get through the ligaments, but it wouldn't be hard. White wondered if that was in the rules...? Nope. Ah well. Next time. He polished the knife off with the cloth, then tucked the cloth out of sight, twirling the knife in his hand once to test it.

So much blood. Was he breathing harder? Yeah. Just a bit. That smell always got to him, but he was cool. He could handle it.

"Might want to rest that arm for a while," White said, with just a bit more energy. "It's gonna start hurting soon. Once the nerves get to feel the open air. Hurts like crazy."

White watched the blood drip from the kid's hand, sliding down his arm in thick, fat rolls.

Nope. Not a problem. Just blood. That's all. White stopped breathing, so he could think clearer.

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Artemis loved were this was going. Getting cut up all over his body. Artemis moved his arm slowly to his face. Artemis then licked the blood on his forearm. Artemis smiled as he tasted his blood and then charged at White again.

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As far as nights went, this one hadn't turned out too bad. Sure, the first impressions of a new vampire were always a bit tentative, but all in all how it had turned out was fine with him.

Didn't have a cigarette, but he was getting to cut the kid up pretty badly. Smiling to himself, he knew that since the way he was doing this wasn't directly an "attack" then Crane had no real reason to get on his case.

What a relief. The guy can mope around somewhere else for a while.

Watching as the kid licked at his own blood, White could only wonder to himself. What was up with this freak? He obviously had some issues to iron out. Maybe a few screws loose too? As this dawned on him, he grimaced slightly.

He didn't like crazies. They were like rabid dogs. Ya tried to stay away from them because they can cause trouble, but when one comes near you it usually ends up with some kinda freak out and possibly even a couple bite marks. Though, who did the biting was up for grabs. White's method of choice for getting rid of the things was just to load them full of pellets from a nice, simple shotgun until they stopped twitching. Put 'em out of their misery and let him move on with his life.

Though, he couldn't do that here. Once again, no killing. Rules were rules when playing a game. If you broke them, then where was the fun in any of it?

Reversing the knife so the blade ended up more like a barb on the end of his forearm, White stepped back from the kid for the third time, now moving on to something more along the back region.

If you had to scatter shot, best to keep it even. Worked well when the pain started to get bad and you needed some spot of relief. You didn't get any of that when your body was all cut up nice and even. A little trick he'd learned a while back.

White pivoted and made a couple of long, thin gashes across the kid's shoulder area. Like before, they were very shallow and really only were deep enough to get the blood flowing from them. White even avoided catching in the different grooves of the shoulder blades, making the line about the same depth all the way along the kid's back.

This was nice. He should really get more hobbies like this. Good exercise, good concentration. He really liked the results too.

White decided he was going to go for the lower back next. There were some nice parts in there he could open up without hitting anything important, if he was careful.

Shifting the knife back to its normal position, White judged about where he thought all the organs would be. Hmm. Hadn't done this in a while. Hopefully he remembered, or he'd have to get someone to clean the body away.

Such a waste that would be, even if the kid was crazy.

"Now you probably shouldn't try to stand for this next part," White said, conversationally, as if he were just telling the kid to watch his step on those stairs ahead.

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Artemis stood there staring at him. Just giving him a glare that basically spoke for itself it said just make me up some more I don't want your help. Artemis ran at White hoping White would leave a big make on him that might leave a scar. Artemis loved scares but his other side which is too weak for anything doesn't get into enough fights to get scares. Artemis swung his sword toward White's waist but again didn't fallow through because he didn't want to actually want to hit him he wanted to get cut.

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Taking the kid's foul look in stride, White just ignored him and took the time to polish his knife off again.

Hey, he may be a bad guy but he wasn't about to leave out the pointers. The kid looked new to this fighting gig. Not that he hadn't fought before, but it did help for a bit of advice, yeah? And since when did anyone in a fight give out pointers? It would really help the kid for the next time he got sliced and diced. Might teach him a few things about staying alive.

Besides, the kid was boring. White pretty much had to entertain himself here. Hence the walk through. Kinda helped him to say what he was gonna do next.

Now let's see, what was that again? Oh yeah... Something more bloody. No more shallow cuts. He was really looking forward to that drink now, and he decided if he'd just get the kid to pass out he could leave without much fuss.

The kid took a swing, and White reacted, dodging the sword even though he really didn't need to, then whirling around behind the kid and taking a stab in the dark.

Literally. He hadn't done this in a while. White made six perfectly symmetrical holes all around the kid's lower back, hopefully steering clear of anything major.

Once he stepped back, he figured he'd done it. Nothing bad hit, just muscle and the body cavity mush inside. Still, those spots were kinda fun to pick at. They bled real well. When White went to clean his knife off this time, his whole hand was covered in blood. Using the cloth as a towel now, White mopped off the sticky, drying substance.

"Yer gonna want to fall down now. I'd to that if I were you."

White slid the now completely ruined cloth over the blade, trying to get it clean. After doing this unsuccessfully a few times, he just shrugged to himself and licked the thing clean.

Hmmm. Vampire blood. Hadn't had that in a while. White waited back against the alley wall for the kid to get dizzy and pitch over, nonchalantly scrubbing away at his fingernails to get the blood out of them.

Just another night...