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The rituals that had evolved into typical society were unlike any I had seen before. I dare say that making a fool of one’s self has become common action in this day and age, especially within matters of infatuation.\n\n\tFlicking the cigarette between my lips, I noticed the smallest bit of burnt ash fall to the ground, and into a puddle beside my boot. The doors that led to the abysmal depths of Axis flung open as if on their own. My nose picked up the rancid scent of whisky as a stumbling couple clumsily waltzed outside. The sides of my mouth curled upwards in humor, watching the two men try to keep their balance. \n\n\tAs I took the burning stick of nicotine between my middle finger and thumb, I launched it dead center into a near- by garbage can. A half smirk expression still adorned my lips as I heard one of the drunkards call out in my direction. “H- hey, I remember you” He said with a hiccup. Both their eyes were bloodshot, and half open. However, I also recognized both of them, also. The shorter one who caught my attention with his vulgar, intoxicated voice, as well as his annoyingly lightening blonde hair, was one such fellow that I had chosen to dance with only a few hours ago. \n\n\t“Oh, he really is a cute one, isn’t he?” The taller, dark haired companion babbled out; his voice also covered with the drunken stench of alcohol. \n\n\tI smirked as I pressed a foot against the cold stone wall behind me. “Well, well, well. I thought you had forgotten all about little old me.” I chuckled to the blonde male. A small, brisk wind blew about the parking lot, scattering garbage, and other small bits of roughage about the blacktop. \n\n\tWithout taking his sight off of me, the raven- haired man, who at this point was leaning in a bit too close for comfort, said to, who I presumed to be his partner, “When in the world were you going to let me in about this strapping, young stud, babe?” I lowered my head and shook it. \n\n\tThe blonde, shorter man took a step, positioning himself in front of me, and placed a hand past my head, and onto the wall I rested my back upon. “As soon as I thought it was the perfect time to share him with you, hun!” He said with a tone of aggressiveness in his voice as his other hand latched onto my crotch, gripping it firmly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind letting my boyfriend and I here have some fun for a moment or two, would ya, sexy?”\n\n\tIt was apparent that both these low excuses for sentient life had one thing on both their minds. I chuckled a bit in my throat as I took my foot from the hard wall. I grinned, exposing a rather extended fang tooth which stood out from the rest of my oral structure. My eyes leered to both of them. Now was the time I had been waiting for. “Oh, not at all” I Said in a rather humorous tone, “Just as long as I can return the favor!” My eyes began to glow a piercing, toxic green as my canines grew past my lower jaw.\n\n\t\n\n\tFear grew in the faces of both of my assailants. As they backed away, both the blonde haired man and I looked down. His hand was still grappled around my loins. In all his fear, it had seemed that his hand had frozen in position. With a snarl in my face that some would even describe as inhuman, I growled, “Now would be the time that you would let go and start running…”\n\n\tIt did not take long for both of them to reach halfway across the nightclub parking lot, screaming like the little flamers they were. As both frantic “men” reached the archway that led to the outer streets of downtown, I stood atop it, waiting for them to notice that I had already blocked their only means of escape. \n\n\tAt the very separation of the parking lot, and the archway, they both stopped. A silence filled the darkness. Not even a cricket’s chirp could be heard. As humans, it was natural for either of my prey to suddenly sense that something was amiss; to notice that I was not behind them, pursuing them as they might have thought. \n\n\tTheir heads tilted upwards slowly. Oh I can still remember the looks on the poor mortals’ faces. The combination of trying to comprehend how I could have gotten myself so high above them, along with the very image of my newly shifted form had left both their faces twisted with fear. The shade of nearby, overhanging trees only left a outline of my body, leaving only the glow of my eyes, and the shimmer of my fangs to be seen. “Awww, it doesn’t look like either of you are having very much fun.” I stated as a rather wicked grimace morphed upon my muzzle. “But that’s alright. I’m going to be sure to make up for all three of us very quickly!”\n\n\tTheir piercing screams echoed through the empty parking lot; screams that soon became muffled, blood clotted moans as I lunged down, atop both of the lithe- bodied men. My teeth and claws burying themselves inside their jugulars. The bitter-sweet, metallic taste of crimson red covered my tongue, and the fur that covered the front of my mouth. Total ecstasy was all I felt as I practically bathed in the moment of the hunt. \n\n\tAnd so was the fateful moment that our roads were to cross, Jacques. I consider myself in good fortune that the smell of the blood that had riveted from the hearts of my prey was not so very strong. Otherwise, I would not have been able to smell your scent. Tell me why, my dear friend, that you would risk delaying a lycan’s feed. How would you have known that in the moment of bloodlust, I would not have simply crushed your own heart between my claws? \n\n\t“Not the most manerable of people, now are we?” were the very first words you spoke to me. Demeaning, but memorable nonetheless. As both bodies lay beneath me, my vision turned to you. Your scent was that of apples and firewood. T’was plain in my eyes that you were no human. Your apparel was rather sophisticated, yet at the same time, modern. A silk, burgundy scarf clung to your neck as a black fedora adorned itself on your head as if it were your crown. You were a vampire. There was no denying it. \n\n\t“But then again…” You continued, “I wouldn’t expect any were- beast to condone themselves with such grace. Let alone a hybrid lycan such as yourself.” My eyes leered at you as I brushed myself off. Blood stained my shirt and face as I stood on both of my pawed feet. \n\n\t“How are you one to talk of grace and manners when you dare to interrupt my hunt, vampire!?” I spoke back with the dual- toned voice that only a few of my kind possessed. You tipped your hat to me as you curtsied, and introduced yourself to me.\n\n\t“Please, call me Jacques. Forgive my rudeness; I should have introduced myself before halting your feeding time. And you are…?” You asked as you put your hand out, as if we were two gentlemen meeting for work, or lunch.”\n\n\tWithout acknowledging your offered hand, I folded my arms. I could still feel the luke- warm blood stream down the side of my face were my left fang protruded. “I hardly know you enough to give you the polite recognition that one would regularly pay to another, especially given the grounds of our meeting. Which leads me to ask you, what business do you have here? You, as well as all creatures of the night, know full well that this district of the city is Lycan territory.”\n\n\tYou gave an annoying smirk at my question. “And what makes you think I know you well enough to give you the polite recognition of answering your question?” You mocked me, spitting my own creed back into my face.\n\n\tI grimaced at you with a growl; my eyes still ablaze with an emerald green glow. “Don’t play coy with me, you leech! Ever since the treaty between the Vampires and Lycans was created, every nightwalker, whether they be of your kind, or mine, or something else entirely, have been bound by courtesies that must be honored! Now, I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?”\n\n\t \n\n\t \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThe stone wall of the nightclub was cold, and unforgiving from the outside. The night itself; quite calm to someone such as I, if one were to ever gaze upon a moon such as the one that hung in the skies above. My sensitive ears, however, were not able to block out the thumping sounds that emitted from within the bowels of Axis, the only bar that I seemed to enjoy myself at, apart from all the others that lined the long strip of downtown known as the “Short North”.

\tI enjoyed this particular spot for many reasons. The fact that it had a bad reputation for only attracting those with less than “noble” intentions being the main one. To see the humans at their most promiscuous was entertaining for me. It always was. The rituals that had evolved into typical society were unlike any I had seen before. I dare say that making a fool of one’s self has become common action in this day and age, especially within matters of infatuation.

\tFlicking the cigarette between my lips, I noticed the smallest bit of burnt ash fall to the ground, and into a puddle beside my boot. The doors that led to the abysmal depths of Axis flung open as if on their own. My nose picked up the rancid scent of whisky as a stumbling couple clumsily waltzed outside. The sides of my mouth curled upwards in humor, watching the two men try to keep their balance.

\tAs I took the burning stick of nicotine between my middle finger and thumb, I launched it dead center into a near- by garbage can. A half smirk expression still adorned my lips as I heard one of the drunkards call out in my direction. “H- hey, I remember you” He said with a hiccup. Both their eyes were bloodshot, and half open. However, I also recognized both of them, also. The shorter one who caught my attention with his vulgar, intoxicated voice, as well as his annoyingly lightening blonde hair, was one such fellow that I had chosen to dance with only a few hours ago.

\t“Oh, he really is a cute one, isn’t he?” The taller, dark haired companion babbled out; his voice also covered with the drunken stench of alcohol.

\tI smirked as I pressed a foot against the cold stone wall behind me. “Well, well, well. I thought you had forgotten all about little old me.” I chuckled to the blonde male. A small, brisk wind blew about the parking lot, scattering garbage, and other small bits of roughage about the blacktop.

\tWithout taking his sight off of me, the raven- haired man, who at this point was leaning in a bit too close for comfort, said to, who I presumed to be his partner, “When in the world were you going to let me in about this strapping, young stud, babe?” I lowered my head and shook it.

\tThe blonde, shorter man took a step, positioning himself in front of me, and placed a hand past my head, and onto the wall I rested my back upon. “As soon as I thought it was the perfect time to share him with you, hun!” He said with a tone of aggressiveness in his voice as his other hand latched onto my crotch, gripping it firmly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind letting my boyfriend and I here have some fun for a moment or two, would ya, sexy?”

\tIt was apparent that both these low excuses for sentient life had one thing on both their minds. I chuckled a bit in my throat as I took my foot from the hard wall. I grinned, exposing a rather extended fang tooth which stood out from the rest of my oral structure. My eyes leered to both of them. Now was the time I had been waiting for. “Oh, not at all” I Said in a rather humorous tone, “Just as long as I can return the favor!” My eyes began to glow a piercing, toxic green as my canines grew past my lower jaw.

\t

\tFear grew in the faces of both of my assailants. As they backed away, both the blonde haired man and I looked down. His hand was still grappled around my loins. In all his fear, it had seemed that his hand had frozen in position. With a snarl in my face that some would even describe as inhuman, I growled, “Now would be the time that you would let go and start running…”

\tIt did not take long for both of them to reach halfway across the nightclub parking lot, screaming like the little flamers they were. As both frantic “men” reached the archway that led to the outer streets of downtown, I stood atop it, waiting for them to notice that I had already blocked their only means of escape.

\tAt the very separation of the parking lot, and the archway, they both stopped. A silence filled the darkness. Not even a cricket’s chirp could be heard. As humans, it was natural for either of my prey to suddenly sense that something was amiss; to notice that I was not behind them, pursuing them as they might have thought.

\tTheir heads tilted upwards slowly. Oh I can still remember the looks on the poor mortals’ faces. The combination of trying to comprehend how I could have gotten myself so high above them, along with the very image of my newly shifted form had left both their faces twisted with fear. The shade of nearby, overhanging trees only left a outline of my body, leaving only the glow of my eyes, and the shimmer of my fangs to be seen. “Awww, it doesn’t look like either of you are having very much fun.” I stated as a rather wicked grimace morphed upon my muzzle. “But that’s alright. I’m going to be sure to make up for all three of us very quickly!”

\tTheir piercing screams echoed through the empty parking lot; screams that soon became muffled, blood clotted moans as I lunged down, atop both of the lithe- bodied men. My teeth and claws burying themselves inside their jugulars. The bitter-sweet, metallic taste of crimson red covered my tongue, and the fur that covered the front of my mouth. Total ecstasy was all I felt as I practically bathed in the moment of the hunt.  

\tAnd so was the fateful moment that our roads were to cross, Jacques. I consider myself in good fortune that the smell of the blood that had riveted from the hearts of my prey was not so very strong. Otherwise, I would not have been able to smell your scent. Tell me why, my dear friend, that you would risk delaying a lycan’s feed. How would you have known that in the moment of bloodlust, I would not have simply crushed your own heart between my claws?

\t“Not the most manerable of people, now are we?” were the very first words you spoke to me. Demeaning, but memorable nonetheless. As both bodies lay beneath me, my vision turned to you. Your scent was that of apples and firewood. T’was plain in my eyes that you were no human. Your apparel was rather sophisticated, yet at the same time, modern. A silk, burgundy scarf clung to your neck as a black fedora adorned itself on your head as if it were your crown. You were a vampire. There was no denying it.

\t“But then again…” You continued, “I wouldn’t expect any were- beast to condone themselves with such grace. Let alone a hybrid lycan such as yourself.” My eyes leered at you as I brushed myself off. Blood stained my shirt and face as I stood on both of my pawed feet.

\t“How are you one to talk of grace and manners when you dare to interrupt my hunt, vampire!?” I spoke back with the dual- toned voice that only a few of my kind possessed. You tipped your hat to me as you curtsied, and introduced yourself to me.

\t“Please, call me Jacques. Forgive my rudeness; I should have introduced myself before halting your feeding time. And you are…?” You asked as you put your hand out, as if we were two gentlemen meeting for work, or lunch.”

\tWithout acknowledging your offered hand, I folded my arms. I could still feel the luke- warm blood stream down the side of my face were my left fang protruded. “I hardly know you enough to give you the polite recognition that one would regularly pay to another, especially given the grounds of our meeting. Which leads me to ask you, what business do you have here? You, as well as all creatures of the night, know full well that this district of the city is Lycan territory.”

\tYou gave an annoying smirk at my question. “And what makes you think I know you well enough to give you the polite recognition of answering your question?” You mocked me, spitting my own creed back into my face.

\tI grimaced at you with a growl; my eyes still ablaze with an emerald green glow. “Don’t play coy with me, you leech! Ever since the treaty between the Vampires and Lycans was created, every nightwalker, whether they be of your kind, or mine, or something else entirely, have been bound by courtesies that must be honored! Now, I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?”

\t  

\t  

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