He stares at the open door for a few minutes, this man urging him to get in the car has been going on forever and it’s starting to drive him insane. “Gonna regret this.” The words are mumbled under his breath as he moved over and got into the car.
❝ now, that’s a good boy. ❞ it was a few simple words, but they meant everything as the man made his way back to his side of the vehicle,
❝ you might regret this, but then again? no, don’t think you will. ❞
❛ then i am AFRAID I CANNOT help you at this time. you learn to treat ME with respect or just leave. and find someone else who could HOUSE such an object. i can assure you its the ONLY ONE and i have it. so do you plan on treating me with a wee bit more respect? ❜
it was highly POSSIBLE, but not PROBABLE that he could manage the EFFORT up to treat her with more RESPECT than he was capable of giving. he had already GIVEN his reasons for why he ACTED like he usually did, but it seemed SHE wasn’t going to listen. not ENTIRELY at least,
❛ respect is EARNED, not GIVEN out FREELY. i would have hoped you understood that. ❜ either way, he soon after let out a grunt,
❛ especially with MYSELF. ❜
❛ the REALITY of things is that you EXPLOIT my vulnerability created by GOD himself… ❜ the reply went to a distant silence as he lifted his scrutinizing glare.
❛ —– i shall HOLD onto my PRIDE for it is what is left ❜
❛ your PRIDE is idiotic. your VULNERABILITY isn’t my concern, death. ❜ his lips pursed into a thin line,
❛ the REALITY of matters is that from NOW until the end of time… you BELONG to me, understand? ❜
Needless to state, having a goddamn stake shoved through his body has weakened the vampire, for it was taking more than a little bit of effort to even move the weapon only slightly without being too obvious. It may not have pierced his heart, which spelled death instantaneously, but it caused a great deal of trauma to his body – that kind of damage had dire effects and took a toll on him immediately. He knew he wouldn’t be able to heal properly once the stake was removed, whether by his hand or his attacker’s (in that case he predicted he wouldn’t have much time to recover to begin with, as the other would no doubt strike another blow – perhaps a more fatal one next time) and his enhanced abilities were be severely crippled, so an inhumanly quick escape wouldn’t be an option. But Ethan wouldn’t be able to fight for his survival either, not when his attacker had a definite advantage over him.
Despite his earlier dull expression, pain seeped onto his features, his jaw tightening and facial muscles twitching as he cringed from the tantalizingly slow burning. He stared the other down, not blinking even once, the ‘artificial’ breath he drew to blend in with humans non-existent. Not even his growling was proper, the sound coming out of his throat as a mere trembling groan. “When you have lived for two hundred and fifty years,” the vampire replied, his voice strained a bit, as he tried not to focus on the pain. “The fear of death – the question of whether or not you are truly ready – matters little anymore.” He rolled his head back to rest against the wall, though his eyes never left the other man, taking a very brief break from his attempt to pry the stake free – the vampire’s stamina beginning to dwindle. “My care for my fate ceased to exist after the first century I walked on this Earth.” That was partially true; while Ethan would still fight for his survival upon mere instinct alone, a part of him really did start to welcome the idea of dying – the vampire has seen and done terrible things in his long life, one day long ago coming to a conclusion that there was a fate worse than death.
“Humor me,,” he continued, grunting softly while cringing in pain after involuntarily shifting a little bit, the wooden dagger thus ripping through more of his flesh, bone and muscle. “
if you would so kindly-” even fatally wounded and on the brink of possible extinction, his gentlemanly nature was strong, “-you seemed to be aware of my kind, yet I have no idea as to who you are – your scent is one I cannot place. Nor is your face recognizable to me; who are you? And to what ‘pleasure’ do I owe this…predicament?”
❝ caring for one’s fate is an aspect of survival. ❞ that much was for certain as the demon tapped the edge of the dagger once more,
❝ no matter how much you want to go, there will always be something inside that will prevent your ultimate demise.❞ not that he truly cared about such matters; in his mind, dying was a privilege, and even then there were ways to come back from it.
oddly enough, all of ky’lar’s attempts to die had been unsuccessful, and he wasn’t about to attempt it again. at least, not with out understanding the process. even then, it could take years to ensure that he was never able to completely come back. the only problem to that plan was there would always someone attempting to stop him. it didn’t matter the year, the city, or even if he knew anyone where he tried. humanity always had it in them to value and therefore save life.
it was a foolish endeavor, one that more than likely would result in their own demise, but for now, he wasn’t going to debate that little perspective with the vampire,
❝ as for who i am? ❞ a faint chuckle escaped the demon’s lips,
❝ a friend — if things work out right. ❞ though, he truly doubted the would,
❝ ‘course, if they don’t, you dying will be the least of your worries. i can promise you that. ❞
❛ yeah, well, i’m sure i’ll make due with the time i get. ‘cos, i’m sure you’ll come back eventually. jus’ a matta’ of time.❜
“Nice moves, my man. I mean, I could’ve been better, of course, but let’s not turn this into a contest – the bad guys have been atomised and L.E.G.I.O.N.’s been thwarted enough for one day. So, I’m gonna buy us some brews and let’s say we take the rest of the day off, yeah?”
Acting chummy, Hollywood stopped short of gushing with thanks, for the other had saved his literal bacon by intervening in a skirmish with L.E.G.I.O.N. troopers a short while ago. “Oh, and how about a high-five for the road? Put it there!”
❝ if this was a CONTEST, i highly doubt you would have been in THAT situation. ❞ the again, it was truly up in the air about who would win. either way, ky’lar wasn’t about to put himself in that sort of situation. well, not yet at any rate, but maybe later on.
a reason to why he just stared at the other for a few moments at the mention of a high-five. if anything, the only one he would be giving the other was in the FACE, and not anytime soon if he had a say in it,
new york was known as a city that was dangerous. even before all the superheroes that decided to pop up that brought along the villains. it was dark and crowded and could be very dangerous if someone was not careful. now, the safety had improved quite a bit thanks to the presence of the avengers, defenders, spider-man, and all of the others but there were still some sections of the city that still were dragged down by the darkness that was new york’s history.
and the area they were in, well, jessica was the only super person that seemed to patrol them. it was dark and seedy, and sometimes not so good people were about. the man before her was currently on that scheme of things, at least in her mind. men who approached girls on the street at night could never be up to something good.
the glare on her face does not fade. if anything, it seems like her glare grows darker and deeper. “ google it or go to the one i told you. surely you’ve heard of a cell phone, yeah? ”
there was a slight amount of ANNOYANCE that was building up in the back of his mind; the simple fact was that as much as ky’lar WISHED he could simply walk way, it wouldn’t SERVE anyone well at the current time, and there was no DOUBT about it that it would only get him in more trouble.
if it was one thing he was SURE about, it was that the girl wasn’t exactly too keen on HELPING him out. not that he could truly BLAME her; if he was in the same position, he more than likely WOULD have done the same thing ( more or less ).
❝ —– yeah. i’ve heard of one. ❞ that much was quite OBVIOUS in this day and age. a reason to why he decided it was in his BEST interests to take a step BACK; not just from her, but the situation. true, he SHOULD have just gone to a RUN down hotel, but at this RATE, he could DEAL with walking around until he FOUND one that was MANAGEABLE in his own standards,
❝ mine’s DEAD is all….doesn’t hold a charge too well. ❞ though, the reality of matters was he was just UNMOTIVATED, but that was ultimately not here nor there.
ky’lar knew that he was going to be in deep shit far before the moment he asked the question; it was more to see if he could EVER be forgiven for his last stunt. though, he should have KNOWN what the answer was, and it was why his head LOWERED toward the other. no matter what he DID, he couldn’t GAIN back what he had DESTROYED, and at the same time…. the demon NEVER wanted to give up.
if he decided to give up; to actually forget what he had been working towards, there was a MAJOR possibility that things would become WORSE than what they were currently. though, at this moment in time, he didn’t think that anything COULD ever get WORSE than this, but at least he still had SOME freedom,
❛ —– forget i asked. ❜ he wanted to say more — to ask if he could ever find a way to make it up to the archangel, but INSTEAD he went silent.
for a day to GOD’s back turned with closed eyes, i shall rob you from your words and throw a feast. ❜ the threat was barely a whisper as it escaped the PALE HORSEMAN’s curled lips. ky’lar was taking advantage of DEATH’s vulnerability and it reduced his tolerance to nearly none.
❛ you say that NOW, but you’ll get USED to my presence one way OR another. ❜ it was an assumption that could be CONSIDERED as simple fact if he was being quite HONEST with himself,
❛ say what you WANT, but do remember you’re MINE, death. ❜
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