Post by Aleksander Byrne on Mar 2, 2020 9:21:56 GMT
The street was buzzing with energy; lively energy. All things able to be in motion were in motion as if destined to move from one place to another. It was much like a theatrical performance and the calamity on the stage struck all at once forcing every actor to take their position. Every single person had a role they had to play, though the difference here was an unwilling one. The unfolding chaos around him was a tempest, and one he was reluctant to take part of. It stirred something within him, unraveling, shedding its layers and its skin, leaving behind reminders of a broken shell; indescribable.
Only schooled caution painted across Alek's gaze.
No matter if a gun was primed, poised and ready, aimed at his chest.
It was a couple inches off, anyway. Inconsequential, he didn't peg this bloke to have the bollocks to go through with it. This particular scum of the streets he was faced with now was none other than Marcus Bennett, a man truly deserving of that special place in the underworld for his transgressions on earth. The body count laid out by his hand was nauseating, sickening to consider how many out of that number were beneath the age of eleven... worse, even, was this sick thrill Marcus had for the hunt.
This monster hunted children.
Utterly disgusting.
The grimy, rat infested cells that await Marcus were too good for him.
Alek shifted his eyes to the redhead. Had he not memorized each and every wanted poster, he might of looked over this man without so much as a second glance. Not long before the surprise of running quite literally bumping into a vile criminal, the vampire had been moving in a flurry of motion to deliver a report to the naval officers, ignoring ravenous hunger that was planting the seed of bloodlust in his mind despite how dark and dangerous it might be. He would prefer, after all, not to have to arrest himself.
Much how he did now with the mixture of fear and excitement buzzing all around him in a way it made his fingertips tingle. "Marcus Bennett, as a servant o' de crown, I 'ereby demand you stand down. You were already fooehnd you guilty o' moehrder, theft, vagrancy and 'eresy. Best naht add assaoehlt o' a ahfficer to the charges," he warned coolly.
There was a confidence in his voice, harsh and firm, meant more for the many onlookers that over at the scene across the nearly empty street.
In a mock form, Alek raised his hands upward with palms facing out as Marcus kept aim at him. Any other person might have melted into hysterics. Their faces contorted with grief with tears staining their cheeks and pleading to be free. At any other given moment being threatened would have unleashed a hellion from inside Alek. His features went terse in mild irritation as the man simply would not stand down. "... are you really dinkin dis throoehgh?" he huffed.
The answer was a eruption of a blinding flash of light that blew out the store windows behind. The force of the blinding flash blew out the windows. Bits of glass sprayed out across cobblestone. The single gunshot resonated and quickly became lost in the raucous. Many things drifted through Alek at once as he pivoted on the edge of his heel. On one hand he appeared unshaken from the events unfolding in the wake. This was... this wasn't, to say, a typical day, but it was sadly becoming his norm.
Women screamed, there was a symphony of shouting and scurrying away by passersby. Though suffice to say, there remained a deep seated upset that Lady Luck remained his adversary. The disappointment percolating in the hollow pit of his belly at the thought of anyone disrupting what little privacies he had lingered.
On the other hand, came a new feeling warmth fled across his upper body. He lowered his head and found the flaming red flower blooming outward from his shirt. It was as dark as the navy blue button down he wore. Fingertips tenderly pressed into the material, the entire palm of his hand came away blistering red. Red like soup, boiling and stirring. Stained against his hand it was unmistakably bright against the faint light. Blood. He rubbed the substance between his fingers and could feel its thickness, could smell it like a handful of dirty pennies. The catalyst of all living things, great and small, young and old. Blood. The key of all humanity. Alek couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of the ruin of his hand until he peeled back the collar of his shirt. Blood.
Swiveling on the edge of his heel, Alek spun around in time to watch as the man who pulled the trigger turned to face him. The shooter was only now realizing where the shot went and the sneer which curled upon his lips revealed his satisfaction. Until their eyes met
"Foehckin bastard, dat hurt!" the hissed words do not even sound remotely human.
"Wha.... what are you?!" the man gasped, horrified.
Eyes cold as glaciers bore into Marcus' frightened face, the man paling at the inhuman twist to Alek's features, prominent canines bared in a wordless, animalistic snarl. "Is dis goin accahrdin to plan, you insahlent mahtherfoehcker?!" Alek seethed, still holding out his hand where the blood began to dry. The fear struck Marcus before he could realize what had happened. The man whirled around, his breathing picked up, his hands trembled. He raised the gun and pointed it at them in a timid manner, tripping over his ankle as he staggered backward wanting to get as much distance between himself and growling man as possible.
"AYE! GET YOOEHR FATASS BACK 'ERE 'AN FIGHT ME!" Alek demanded hotly, glaring daggers at the man's back as Marcus sped off.
Inwardly, he cursed vehemently. If he pursued Marcus across the streets, the shelter of clouds cast overhead or not, it would certainly confirm that he was less than human, and a downside of being one of the handful of royal guard, meant the uniform was recognized and would make it easy to discern his identity. As the air dragged itself in his direction, it brought along the divine, riveting smell of blood.
The vampire winced, a sharp breath as the unsuspecting humans crept forward to investigation, more than a handful encroaching on his space as they offered aid.
"Doctor! This man needs a doctor!"
A guttal noise left the vampire's lips as he felt that terrible hunger well up, unhelped by the sudden blood loss it seemed. Everything about his current predicament screamed disaster waiting to happen. "I need to get ooeht o' 'ere..." he breathed, voice tight. The wind was picking up and the air held a bite.
The hushed words were mistaken as pain due to injury, unfortunately. He suppressed a grimace as a woman rest a hand on his arm. "The doctor is this way, come with me..." she offered, meaning to be soothing but the words had the opposite effect.
Oh no. A doctor was a terrible idea; for one, he'd be mostly healed by the time he found one and furthermore the reek of soiled wrappings and lingering essence of gory would send him into a frenzy at this point! "I am alright... joehst need to get back ta the castle," he tried again. Which honestly might of been more convincing if the pavement wasn't splattered with his blood. Fookin' great, he thought angrily. This is why he exactly why he shouldn't roam the streets alone.
He was a goddamn walking disaster.
Just how exactly would he manage to get himself out of this right mess?
The saccharine scent all around held its lull over him, like a metaphysical finger taunting him, urging him to take that one step forward. It wanted him to forget about all sense of logic and only focus on the hunger gurgling in the center of his chest. It laid in the pit of his stomach anxiously, while the dark passenger arrested in the back of his mind waited for an opportunity.
Clenching his teeth, Alek held on as long as he could, offering a quick prayer to the Goddess.
Only schooled caution painted across Alek's gaze.
No matter if a gun was primed, poised and ready, aimed at his chest.
It was a couple inches off, anyway. Inconsequential, he didn't peg this bloke to have the bollocks to go through with it. This particular scum of the streets he was faced with now was none other than Marcus Bennett, a man truly deserving of that special place in the underworld for his transgressions on earth. The body count laid out by his hand was nauseating, sickening to consider how many out of that number were beneath the age of eleven... worse, even, was this sick thrill Marcus had for the hunt.
This monster hunted children.
Utterly disgusting.
The grimy, rat infested cells that await Marcus were too good for him.
Alek shifted his eyes to the redhead. Had he not memorized each and every wanted poster, he might of looked over this man without so much as a second glance. Not long before the surprise of running quite literally bumping into a vile criminal, the vampire had been moving in a flurry of motion to deliver a report to the naval officers, ignoring ravenous hunger that was planting the seed of bloodlust in his mind despite how dark and dangerous it might be. He would prefer, after all, not to have to arrest himself.
Much how he did now with the mixture of fear and excitement buzzing all around him in a way it made his fingertips tingle. "Marcus Bennett, as a servant o' de crown, I 'ereby demand you stand down. You were already fooehnd you guilty o' moehrder, theft, vagrancy and 'eresy. Best naht add assaoehlt o' a ahfficer to the charges," he warned coolly.
There was a confidence in his voice, harsh and firm, meant more for the many onlookers that over at the scene across the nearly empty street.
In a mock form, Alek raised his hands upward with palms facing out as Marcus kept aim at him. Any other person might have melted into hysterics. Their faces contorted with grief with tears staining their cheeks and pleading to be free. At any other given moment being threatened would have unleashed a hellion from inside Alek. His features went terse in mild irritation as the man simply would not stand down. "... are you really dinkin dis throoehgh?" he huffed.
The answer was a eruption of a blinding flash of light that blew out the store windows behind. The force of the blinding flash blew out the windows. Bits of glass sprayed out across cobblestone. The single gunshot resonated and quickly became lost in the raucous. Many things drifted through Alek at once as he pivoted on the edge of his heel. On one hand he appeared unshaken from the events unfolding in the wake. This was... this wasn't, to say, a typical day, but it was sadly becoming his norm.
Women screamed, there was a symphony of shouting and scurrying away by passersby. Though suffice to say, there remained a deep seated upset that Lady Luck remained his adversary. The disappointment percolating in the hollow pit of his belly at the thought of anyone disrupting what little privacies he had lingered.
On the other hand, came a new feeling warmth fled across his upper body. He lowered his head and found the flaming red flower blooming outward from his shirt. It was as dark as the navy blue button down he wore. Fingertips tenderly pressed into the material, the entire palm of his hand came away blistering red. Red like soup, boiling and stirring. Stained against his hand it was unmistakably bright against the faint light. Blood. He rubbed the substance between his fingers and could feel its thickness, could smell it like a handful of dirty pennies. The catalyst of all living things, great and small, young and old. Blood. The key of all humanity. Alek couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of the ruin of his hand until he peeled back the collar of his shirt. Blood.
Swiveling on the edge of his heel, Alek spun around in time to watch as the man who pulled the trigger turned to face him. The shooter was only now realizing where the shot went and the sneer which curled upon his lips revealed his satisfaction. Until their eyes met
"Foehckin bastard, dat hurt!" the hissed words do not even sound remotely human.
"Wha.... what are you?!" the man gasped, horrified.
Eyes cold as glaciers bore into Marcus' frightened face, the man paling at the inhuman twist to Alek's features, prominent canines bared in a wordless, animalistic snarl. "Is dis goin accahrdin to plan, you insahlent mahtherfoehcker?!" Alek seethed, still holding out his hand where the blood began to dry. The fear struck Marcus before he could realize what had happened. The man whirled around, his breathing picked up, his hands trembled. He raised the gun and pointed it at them in a timid manner, tripping over his ankle as he staggered backward wanting to get as much distance between himself and growling man as possible.
"AYE! GET YOOEHR FATASS BACK 'ERE 'AN FIGHT ME!" Alek demanded hotly, glaring daggers at the man's back as Marcus sped off.
Inwardly, he cursed vehemently. If he pursued Marcus across the streets, the shelter of clouds cast overhead or not, it would certainly confirm that he was less than human, and a downside of being one of the handful of royal guard, meant the uniform was recognized and would make it easy to discern his identity. As the air dragged itself in his direction, it brought along the divine, riveting smell of blood.
The vampire winced, a sharp breath as the unsuspecting humans crept forward to investigation, more than a handful encroaching on his space as they offered aid.
"Sir, can you move?"
"IS HE DEAD?"
"... should someone go after him?!"
"... should someone go after him?!"
A guttal noise left the vampire's lips as he felt that terrible hunger well up, unhelped by the sudden blood loss it seemed. Everything about his current predicament screamed disaster waiting to happen. "I need to get ooeht o' 'ere..." he breathed, voice tight. The wind was picking up and the air held a bite.
The hushed words were mistaken as pain due to injury, unfortunately. He suppressed a grimace as a woman rest a hand on his arm. "The doctor is this way, come with me..." she offered, meaning to be soothing but the words had the opposite effect.
Oh no. A doctor was a terrible idea; for one, he'd be mostly healed by the time he found one and furthermore the reek of soiled wrappings and lingering essence of gory would send him into a frenzy at this point! "I am alright... joehst need to get back ta the castle," he tried again. Which honestly might of been more convincing if the pavement wasn't splattered with his blood. Fookin' great, he thought angrily. This is why he exactly why he shouldn't roam the streets alone.
He was a goddamn walking disaster.
Just how exactly would he manage to get himself out of this right mess?
The saccharine scent all around held its lull over him, like a metaphysical finger taunting him, urging him to take that one step forward. It wanted him to forget about all sense of logic and only focus on the hunger gurgling in the center of his chest. It laid in the pit of his stomach anxiously, while the dark passenger arrested in the back of his mind waited for an opportunity.
Clenching his teeth, Alek held on as long as he could, offering a quick prayer to the Goddess.
