Lock looked down from the window of his apartment...the sun had just gone down about two hours ago, so Lock had awaken in his palace-sized apartment, stolen from one of the richest men in Demaitre. He was quite proud that his first meal in over a century had gifted him with this palace…in the center of the City, at the top of a skyscraper. He saw everything that moved below him. He felt it, he smelt it, he heard it. Lock absolutely loved it!

He turned around and donned brand new clothes, recently bought yesterday night. It was a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a tie. Black leather shoes that were of some highly important designer completed this night’s hunting uniform. He looked everything like the rich man people thought he was. His long black hair was combed backward in a pony tail. Admiring himself he smiled, Lock was always one who liked to impress with his attractive physique, even if most people thought that his soul and mind were rotted away from being high on himself and killing for pleasure.

Yes, it was fun at times, but like all Vampires, he killed to live. His Amber eyes were immediately scanning the city streets as he left the house. It had been a long time since he’d seen either of his blood children, Gabrielle or Luke. Both of them were in Demaitre, he’d seen them with his own eyes. He’d spoken to them both, and Gabrielle had even been inside his house. He shrugged. Oh well.

Lock continued on his hunt.

*pokes topic*

Henri was still wiping the sleep from his eyes as he made his way out of his apartment. As he stepped into the cool night he was aware of a strange tingling in his body, some sensation he rarely felt. It was his feeding night.

He took a deep breath and reached into a deep pocket in his long, black coat. His small hands felt around for a moment then brushed against his leather gloves. He pulled them out of his pocket and looked them over. Although the gloves were made of simple, black leather, Henri was always amazed by their beauty. He pulled the gloves on, his fingers searching out each microscopic fold and forcing them to flatten. Once the gloves were on tight, Henri embarked on his quest.

Henri crossed the street and hailed a taxi. The yellow cab pulled up to the curb and stopped. The driver’s side window cracked open to reveal the upper half of a man in his mid fifties.

“Cold night,” the driver said, the rest of his sentence being cut off by a phlegm-filled cough. Henri back away in disgust. “What’s the matter son, don’t want a ride after all?” Even as the cabby spoke, a cloud of thick blue smoke filtered out from the window. Henri turned and walked away; of all the sickening mortal habits, smoking was the one Henri found the most disgusting.

He walked for what seemed like hours, the heels of his black, leather boots clicking rhythmically on the sidewalk, his mind jumping just as rhythmically from one thought to the next. Henri had only walked a few blocks when he came upon the city’s centre. He made his way across the centre, his eyes first looking up to the stars, then at the massive apartment building that seemed to be reaching up to them.

He had almost reached the building when he noticed a well dressed man exit the building. He was done up from head to toe – black tuxedo, tie and matching Italian, leather shoes to complete the ensemble. Henri admired the man’s dark hair, pulled back into a pony tail for the evening’s outing.

“Are you man?” Henri questioned under his breath. “Ou bête?” Henri smiled at the proposition of either. “Nous allons découvrir la réponse.”

Henri watched the man turn and leave the apartment building. He waited until he was sure of the man’s direction, and then began to follow him. Tonight’s hunt was shaping up to be quite interesting.

((OOC: I assumed you were poking the topic to bring it to life, so i'm trying a little CPR...he he))

oOC:

I've been grounded for waking up 8 hours late for school this Wndsday.

I've been grounded and when I'll be back. Though with my bad luck, I suppose it'll be long....if not really short, so short that's it's useless to be writing this.....anyways....


I'll be back as soon as I can.

He was being followed.

He was being followed by someone younger, smaller, and obviously weaker than him. Lock knew all of this for several reason. If the Amman couldn't touch him, what could this little pipsquak do? Lock remembered his duel with that Amman Vampire, Silvia...the taste of it. Yes. Lock had nothing to fear.

Lock was annoyed.

And annoyance lead to anger in most cases, and very few Vampires had every made it away from an angry Lock. No, not in all of the years that Lock was roaming the World, from Egypt to here and now. The Frenchman would have no problem pushing this idiot following him off. Now, the question was: Was he to simply scare the brat? Or actually kill him? No, blood from a Vampire younger than him rarely tasted right. He doubted that this on'es would takes good at all...this abomination would taste like dirt when compared to the sweet nectar from the older Vampires like Silvia or his creator, Menses.

Lock frowned for a second. Menses would've turned fourthousand years old this year. Too bad for him. Even more Vampires wouldn't be celebrating the day of their turning, and if this peice of crap continued following him, he would be joining their ranks...or at least be scared off. Lock ducked into a dark alleyway, leading from where all the people were, to an area that Lock hunted once or twice. Getting mugged at gun point here wasn't at all uncommon. In fact, Lock had never left this area without getting shot by at least one person.

Of course, though, Lock always promptly dealt with the shooters, making them his next meal.He chuckled to himself as he made his way into the maze of streets...deeper and deeper into some of the worse streets in all of Demaitre. Lock was confident that this...youngling...would follow him. Perhaps, had Lock known that this boy was almost his age, Lock would've been less arrogant. Perhaps, if he'd have been less arrogant, Lock might've found another ally in the terms of Vampires.

Up until now, Lock had allied himself with two Vampires, Fabien Désiée and Felipe Moreno. Felipe was a youngling, often a rebel who many times got into fights with other Vampires for the fun of it. But, this Vampire helped Lock keep tabs on one of the strongest Vampires in the city, Nafretiri. Fabien, on the other hand, was the vampire who made sure that Lock's buisness Empire continued afloat, directing it himself almost singlehandedly, giving Lock all the time he needed to hunt down other Vampires...kill some and perhaps become allies of others. Why Lock had starting doing what he did? No clue at all, but Lock liked being the ring leader of some of these independants. Now, if only he could get Luke or Gabrielle to follow him.

Without someone of blood relation Lock felt as if he were directing a group of thugs. Many times he'd thought that all he did was order idiots around (though the other two mentioned weren't idiots at all). the vast majority of the younglings that looked up to Lock were stupid...plain stupid and if neccesary he didn't speak to them at all. Not even to give them orders. Hell! What orders? They just ran around and if they saw him? Kneel down and beg forgiveness and then pray to Lock to spare their miserable lives.

But, alas. It just wasn't the same. He looked back and with a sigh he saw nothing. Letting a bunch of air out through his nose Lock turned around again and continued walking into the center of the worse part of town.

His town.

Demaitre.

it was slowly becoming his from the bottom to the top. Who knows how long the covens would last with Lock being the Mesiah of the younglings! Very little, Lock hoped. He would rule this City. And afterwards he would proceed to the next largest city, and so on and so on. Lock wasn't gredy, no. But he just knew that the world would be his. He wasn't in a rush for it. he had all eternity to take over it.

Now, if only that little pipsqueek would come out so he can deal with him!


OOC: I think that your CPR is working, Henri! :-D

Henri watched his mark closely. The man walked with an air of confidence that Henri had rarely seen in humans. This confidence was profound, of a depth only reached by those who had had years – centuries – to perfect.

Vampire, Henri breathed out a tiny puff of mist as he watched the man turn the corner into a dark alley. What else would dare enter an alley in this part of town?

Henri considered following, considered letting himself be lead into whatever plan this other vampire had in mind, but the Henri came to his senses. He waited until he had reached the alley, then paused. He waited a moment longer, then quickly passed by and broke into a run.

If I move quickly I may be able to get a head of him, Henri stopped only once in his round about chase, and only then just for a quick moment.

To what end? Henri pondered his intentions for following the stranger. When he could think of none, he simply shrugged. Such matters can be thought out later

And so Henri went on. He rounded the building and checked the alley. It was barren. Believing to have missed the man, Henri turned and continued off on his path through the winding alleys, hoping to catch the stranger if for nothing more than to meet yet another vampire of this time.

It has been so long, Henri thought to himself. Tout cet temps avec personne… Henri sighed. Letting his curiosity and longing to speak with someone else of his kind, guide him along the streets towards the city centre.

Lock felt the Vampiric presence behind his suddenly start to round the building very quickly. Perhaps he wanted to come out in from of him? Who knew? Who cared? This youngling was going to be in for a very nasty surprise! Looking up at the building next to him (not a very tall one, something like a four-story apartment) Lock smiled. With a powerful leap the Vampire was up on top of the the building.

Looking down, he could see the boy now arrive and see no one in the Alley way. Lock watched him with an amused smile. It was interesting to see tricked Vampires, especially when those Vampires had been following you, and then you had disappeared to the most simplest of places, like up on top of a roof top. Mortals often portrayed as Vampire being able to fly, and while certain ones were powerful enough to do so (Lock couldn't fly but that didn't mean he could jump high or fall making an illusion of flight). Of course, any good Vampire would've seen that Lock wasn't old enough, no matter how powerful, to have that honor just yet.

Now, this young Vampire would be awarded life or death depending on how he reacted. Lock leapt off of the building and onto the ground, just behind the Vampire. Right behind the Boy Vampire...Lock smiled amused, remembering the mortal comic "The Boy Wonder." He was silent and noiseless, but sure this...Boy Vampire...had heard him land, though a mortal probably would not have. He then spoke, "Why are you following me, and what is your name? Votre père ne vous a-t-il jamais enseigné à ne pas égrapper la mort?"

“Death becomes me,” Henri’s voice was calm. He had been surprised by the vampire’s entrance, but he was doing his best to keep that hidden. “Unlike some I’ve come to meet.” He turned to face the man he had followed. His child eyes took in the elder’s image. Tall, well dressed, dripping with confidence.

“Vous êtes très,” Henri searched for a word. When he could find no word to describe the man, he simply let his voice trail off. He began to walk around the man, first to the right, then back to the left.

“My manors,” Henri came back in front of the man, he slowly extended his right hand to the man. “Je m’appel Henri de Lesang. I am following you because, until recently, I have spent my entire life locked away in hiding. I have chosen to at last come out and meet the world, starting with those whom I may call, famille.”

Henri waited for the man to respond. He knew he had taken a risk in approaching this man, especially after he had determined the stranger was older than he was, but Henri had vowed to leave his life of loneliness behind, and meet the world of the unliving.
“Death becomes me,” Henri’s voice was calm. He had been surprised by the vampire’s entrance, but he was doing his best to keep that hidden. “Unlike some I’ve come to meet.” He turned to face the man he had followed. His child eyes took in the elder’s image. Tall, well dressed, dripping with confidence.

“Vous êtes très,” Henri searched for a word. When he could find no word to describe the man, he simply let his voice trail off. He began to walk around the man, first to the right, then back to the left.

“My manors,” Henri came back in front of the man, he slowly extended his right hand to the man. “Je m’appel Henri de Lesang. I am following you because, until recently, I have spent my entire life locked away in hiding. I have chosen to at last come out and meet the world, starting with those whom I may call, famille.”

Henri waited for the man to respond. He knew he had taken a risk in approaching this man, especially after he had determined the stranger was older than he was, but Henri had vowed to leave his life of loneliness behind, and meet the world of the unliving.