“i may have left a few gates open,” he said, leaning his head back in the chair. “though, i doubt this is my fault – shouldn’t you be out there cleaning up the mess?” not that ky expected dante to actually do anything, but it was the thought that counted, wasn’t it? “that’s what you’re good for.”
The vampire gazed at the other in a bit of surprise before dark hues narrowed suspiciously. Lips pursed and he pondered on the man’s words, curious as to what exactly he meant. There was a part of him that had been sparked with intrigue, he wouldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean he would easily trust this fellow – after all, he did put a stake through his chest. “I do not suppose you are proposing to use my artistic abilities?” No, this didn’t smell like a mere ‘painting a portrait’ request. “Pray tell, what exactly is it that you do, Mr.-?”
“think of it this way,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “you do as i ask and you get to keep your worthless life in-tact.” or, in other words, ky wouldn’t end up shoving a stake through him or worse. though, ky knew his word couldn’t be trusted in this – not around vampires. he despised them to the point where he’d have them all eliminated, but then again..he couldn’t have everything he wanted. not entirely. “– and no more questions.”
That little grin of Ky’s told John exactly how likely that was, but sure – like John had already implied, he wasn’t fazed. That was one thing about hanging around hellspawn – you never knew how things would play out, but you could always count on them to be eventful.
John thrived on eventful. Part of him always longed for chaos.
“You know me, mate. Or at least my reputation.”
“I know enough.”
Not that Ky would use that information against John ( at the moment at least ). Maybe when push come to shove, he’d lay out on the table of fate everything he knew, but there was no fun in it. None that he could think of at the moment at least.
“Just like I know it depends on how far you’re personally willing to go. ‘Cause, I dare you to go all the way.”
it was always the same questions when he got caught. what did he do? what was he? and the most important one was just why. truth be told, the old song, and dance got boring. he would give vague answers, usually cause more damage, and then somehow manage to get away ( though not-with out causing much more collateral damage than needed ).
the reason was due to that unnecessary itch that always was under his skin. sometimes, drinking could get it under control, but most of the time it involved stating it ( usually by killing or torture ) . thus, ky had found a few low-lives ( people who wouldn’t be really missed ). sure, they had families – possibly had people who cared for them -, but they would suffice for his amusement.
the only problem was he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. least of all so soon. luckily for them – they would survive ( if just barely ). it was an improvement at least, but at least ky was learning to have standards when things got too bad ( even if his moral compass was a roulette wheel that only had one good marker on it ).
“does it matter?” he finally asked, hands slipping into his back pockets as if this was a a-kin normal conversation for him ( and it was in his mind ). “i practically grazed them.” though, ky doubted anyone would call what he put the two guys through simply a graze. then again, he didn’t care that much either about his actions ( at least for the moment ). “— they’ll live.”
“HE REJECTED us you know. we were lost, DYING, andwe needed a host and we FOUND one in eddie brock. we became his other half. we became VENOM. now? now it’s time to have our REVENGE on the one who REJECTED us both! we know his secrets, we know where he lives, and by the time dawn has come? SPIDER-MAN WILL BE DEAD!”
Hellfirebound 