A Night Out. Vampire Training III

[Sephirothsicase]

- WARNING. QUITE GORY STORY. -

Seph felt his eyes squint slightly as he walked under a large lamp-post. It was raining and he was trying to get back to the Dojo before morning. As he flicked a few strands of wet hair out of his face something caught his eye on a notice board. It seemed to be a leaflet promoting a tour of a death-metal rock band called "Vampire Bloodlust".

This made Seph sigh slightly, he placed a finger on the glass and cut out a small hole with one of his dagger-like fingernails, before pulling it out and tossing it into the gutter. His nails reverted back to a usuall shape and size before he stood on tip-toes to get the flier. Thats almost the only problem with being a small 8 year old child. Too small. But Seph liked this form, it seemed innocent. Which added to the irony.

As he got to the large door of the Dojo, he pushed it open and noticed that he was, literally, dripping wet. He sighed once more before closing the door behind him, he would clear the mess up later. He walked up the stairs and knocked on Angels room.

As she answered, he smiled at her and held up the now soaking leaflet.

"Put some party clothes on dear, we are going out for the night..."

[Angel]

*she looks up from her design board and frowns, not expecting a visitor. she gets up and opens the door, looking down at Seph's child form. with a grin she takes the leaflet, already guessing at what the rest of the night might hold.*

a party, this will be... interesting. meet you at the entrance?

*at his nod she closes the door and starts towards her closet, pulling the pencil out from behind her ear and putting it on the table as she passes.

after a little rummaging she pulls and tossing thing on the bed she gets changed. first to go on are tight black leather trousers with knee high boots buckled up over them, the boots are black with red metal clasps and she snaps them tight. then a belt heavily studded with the same red metal as the boots goes through the belt loops, very low on her hips, she might as well fit in she thinks with the mental equivalent of a smirk.

she shape shifts her wings away with only a tiny sigh then pulls on the leather shirt. it's sleeveless with a throat high collar. next comes studded gloves and a band round her arm, she finishes with shorter and all black hair. with one last check then heads out, pulling on her waist-pinching leather coat, with the same heavy buckles as her boots.

she trots down the stairs to the main entrance to meet Seph, hoping he hasn't messed up his outfit again.*

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"This is so embarresing..." He thought as he pictured the outfit that Angel thought he should wear. He didnt even have any of these things so he made them with a snap of his fingers...

She didnt listen when he said it wasnt a good idea... "It soooo is!" she said... "nothing revealing, a low waistband, and a high t-shirt. trousers of black leather and red T-shirt... you'd be a sexy beast!" He shivered as he put it all on, a plain black suit would have fixed him better.

He put his long silver hair in what people called a pony-tail, tied at the back by a leather strap and string before sliding the shirt over his head. It almost made him take it off again, it clung to ever part of his chest and abdomen. He didnt want to show what his chest looked like, but she liked the outfit... and he had almost killed her. So he granted her this little privelidge...

He opened the door to his room and walked out. Walking towards the stairs he could see Angel looking rather fetching in her own outfit, he sat on the banister and slid down before landing on his feet next to her.

"Ready? Shall we go?"

[Angel]

*she turns to face him and splits into a wide smile at his choice of clothes*

I told you you'd look fantastic!

*she watches him slide down the banister, which makes his stomach muscles ripple in a most interesting way.*

ah, just a moment.. there. *she pulls an umbrella out from a stand in a corner before pushing the door open*

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*Seph smiled at her and thanked her with the slightest tilt of his head. Happy that she wasnt taking the mick or anything. He walked down the wet steps towards a Taxi that he had already called and opened the door for her. He got into the seat next to her and nodded to the driver. The started down the road and towards the place where the gig was being held.

As the car started moving, he lounged out on the seat. Putting one leg over the knee of another, resting his head against the leather cushion, he stared at the ceiling of the taxi.

"Shouldnt be long, about 10 minutes or so."

[Angel]

*she follows him out, ducking under the umbrella, wet leather is the most uncomfortable material she knows off. once she sits down she tosses it back up the steps.

as the streets slide by, lamps bathing them in orange light as the flash past, she begins to smile. it has an almost wolf-like quality to it, predatory and anticipating. her fangs don't lessen the affect, far from it, but she covers them as the taxi pulls up outside the concert hall, hissing through a puddle on the way.*

its busy, these people *she almost spits the word* are popular.

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"Yes.. They file their teeth, bath themselves in cows blood and people think they are real Vampires."

He opens his eyes and gets out of the car, moving over to her side he opens the door and offers her his hand, like a polite gentleman.

[Angel]

*she clicks her tongue in distaste, still watching when he opens her door. she looks up in slight surprise then her grin comes back, her fangs would be taken as fakes in this crowd. she pushes his hand away,*

This is no ball, Old Man, gentlemen are not welcomed here.

*stepping out of the car, she scents the air discreetly, none of their own kind, no magical energy to speak of either. she leads the way with a commanding gate, no one stops a woman on a mission, especially not one looking like Angel does right now.*

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"Haha, Well, it always pays to be polite..."

He winked at her mischeviously before walking into the room. Loud music was playing at an almost deafening rate, Seph could swear that he had felt his right ear pop...

He positioned himself somewhere to the left of the entrance and smiled at Angel as she followed him in. He moved closer to her and talked into her ear because the music was so loud from all the screaming and drum smashing.

"Hey, wouldnt it be ironic if the real vampires turned up on stage and scared the crap outta the fake ones?

He knew what the singers reaction would be, utter disgust. And that is what Seph wanted.

[Angel]

*the barrage of sound that hits her as she enters the hall is almost unbearably to her sensitive ears. the sheer throng of human flesh, sweating and panting, makes her predatory grin even wider, as does his suggestion.

All thoughts of beatings are dispelled as a large hand slips round her waist from behind and a slurred and liquor ridden voice mumbles in her ear*

why don't you come over and dance with us, hot stuff...

*not only is it the worst pick up line she has heard in centuries but the man's hands are wondering and he is kissing her neck, NO ONE does that to her. she glances at Seph, to keep the illusion up she cant kill the man yet no matter how much she wants too, but he can. her eyes say it all.*

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Seph slipped behind the man and gently gripped him by the neck. He applied the slightest pressure to a point in the mans upper wind-pipe and he passed out instantly. He said rather loudly.

"Hah, the booze must have gotten to him!"

He puts one hand on her neck and the other strokes her leg slowly, it must have been obvious to her that he was only making it seem like she belonged to him. It worked. Nobody else made a move. He leans in as if to start kissing her, but instead he talks to her silently.

"Watch it. These guys are slightly boozed up and they wont be afraid to try and rape you... Dont kill anybody yet..."

He smiled and pulled her towards the stairs going up to the stage.

[Angel]

*she leans back into him, breathing fast and contriving to look as if she had been frightened out of her wits, eyes closed and head slanted to rest on his chest. she does the mental equivalent of gritting her teeth and manages to look meek and submissive.

she acknowledges his advice with a slight nod then smiles as if having the time of her life and lets herself be pulled towards the stage. she studies the band with a piercing gaze, clicking her tongue at those fake fangs, she leans into Seph again, reaching up as if to kiss him and speaks quietly*

let me have the bassist, he looks tasty...

*the young player is thin and pretty, to the point of girlishness, and wears baggy trousers covered in chains and buckles but nothing else.*

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The stairs were gaurded, they couldnt kill anyone yet, so he took her into the centre of the floor. All these adults and teenagers were "Moshing" away when they stepped in, at this point, the singer had decided to cause some violence.

"AAALRIGHT!!" The singer cried as loud as he could, almost screaming. "I WANT A F*swear*ING PSYCHO PIT OVER HERE! FROM THAT GUY TO THAT GUY!!"

Immediatly, a large egg shaped circle formed, with Seph and Angel right in the middle of it. He let go of her hand and grinned at the singer as he grinned back. Showing his fake fangs.

"Standing yer ground eh? Well, we can soon fix that..."

Seph didnt even move as someone charged at him, he only raised his elbow and smashed it into the face of the screaming man. He fell onto the floor and began screaming over his broken nose, before Seph "accidentally" stomped on his crotch. This made him scream harder before he passed out. The singer seemed to flinch a little. They would have to take care of the fans before anything. He leaned into Angel again and spoke into her ear.

"Ready?"

The music started and the people came into the circle.

[Angel]

*She keeps her watch on the band, noting reactions to Seph's calm violence. The drummer doesn't change, his eyes are blank and stare into the middle distance, drug addled, she passes him over with a distasteful sneer. The lead guitar grins with a hungry look in his eyes, enjoying it, and the singers face goes white in anger, most likely at himself for flinching in front of fans.

On the other hand the youngest member, the bassist, draws her gaze again, his knuckles are white on his guitar and his eyes would burn a hole in the lead singer if they could. That defiant expression makes him prettier still...

She nods with a grin fit for a wolf and shifts her feet so she stands back to back with him. The drunken men where easier to whip up into frenzy than she'd thought it would be and she faces down the oncoming mob with that wolfish smile spread wide.

As the first man strikes she shifts and simply isn't there any more, his fist flails through thin air and he tumbles to the floor. Her quick sidestep put her in a second man's reach and she catches his fist then squeezes until bones crumble and blood oozes from between her knuckles. Angel backhands him with her other hand and he goes spinning, his neck snapped with a crack barley audible over the music.*

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*Seph flipped the man over his shoulder and brought his foot down on his chest, breaking a few rips. He grabbed a fist as it shot towards him, and brought it foward before violently snapping it up and backwards at the same time. His bone came through the skin, pouring the red liquid as he fell.

He moved sideways as someone flailed at him, he tripped over and knocked himself out as he smashed his head on the plastic floor. He snapped his fingers near Angel's ear, directing her attention towards him, as he took a leap forwards and landed just to the right of the singer.