He was awake in his very own bed, there was a lot to do now that the sun has gone down in the far east or west. It wouldn't have mattered what Scientific geezer made such discovery. His bed was made, blue on blue. A remarkable choice for a bed spread he bought at the store at a great discount. Could not have thought of it better himself. In his rainbow colored housecoat looking dashing in it's soft, cotton fabric that wrapped about his immaculate form. A hunt will not have suffice, he hasn't gone feeding for a good ol'three nights straight. The donor his maker sent down to him for those in between snacks was nice but it was like wanting a variety of the assortment what was inside your refrigerator. Joseph made his way across the room of his private chambers. It was the biggest and all his. The room itself was decorated in an elegant eighteenth century look giving that Victorian view that felt more like home to him. This was his plantation, his hideaway until he was safely ready to peek out from his hole to make sure no sudden stake and mallet is ready for him.
His bedpost was made of pure lovely brass, the velvet curtain that fell around the top formed a cover so that when he slept there was nothing except for the darkness. This curtain-like fabric was embroidered in gold and what fell from them were four long ropes with a big knot at the end. The floor itself was pure, dark blue carpeting cause let's face it, blue and red was the Frenchman's primary colors he chose to love as his favorites. There was a few paintings he bought at a gallery to bring out a little space that made his room much like it ought to be relaxing in, give the visitors admiration when they came by every once in awhile. Joseph did not bother giving out his real address to anyone he knew or didn't know period. A smart vampire ought to be aware of what could take an effect based on stupid moves like that.
He thought about going to peek at the selections at a local bar in town. Thinking there might be some kindred hanging around, it'll be nice to meet some of them up close and personal for real this time. Not to worry, he'll not go venture into random hunting spots that other vampires frequents on a regular basis. There was just a bad memory of that guy and girl, then saw a human girl but she did not smell close to all human as some like her gave off the aroma of one.
The dresser to the left side of the room, a bit of distance from the canopy bed. The windows were never opened. Sunlight was never a friend, never. There was some black curtains installed soon as he moved right into his abode he did not miss a single second to get right down to the itty gritty. If there was anything missing he will known about it pronto. His bare feet crossed the room to his armoire, it's cherrywood dresser beckoned him to peer into the oval shaped mirror before he opened the right side door and looked at the selection of outfits. He called his servant. "Antonio! Can you come here please?!"And like lightning, there he was all dressed like a servant wrapped up without a single bow strapped around him.
Antonio stood, his eyes straight at him as he spoke. His focus downcast so not to look directly in the man's dark blue orbs. "Oui. I am here Monsieur Bodine. Is there anything you need?"It was that simple he was a good man, his only friend he had close. Joseph smiled with a keen touch to his reddish lips, dark and charming as his words was right to the point. "Come here. Tell me what I should wear? I am going out this eve. I am suddenly indecisive."His servant pulled out a stripped, linen shirt that was beige and dark green with the buttons at the top. Next came the khaki, black pants. While Joseph never did quite accepted any black he did not go crazy over it since black did go with all sorts of things. He was a man of his own fashion industry that was booming in London. He could do a make-over to hair to cosmetics. There was a glance over the piece he pondered, then decided it was best to choose what Antonio highly recommended. "Then, I shall wear it."Picking his evening wardrobe for today, it was today to him as he daylight wasn't his forte to begin with.
Joseph soon left the room to change from his house coat to street clothing. Nothing over the edge, over the top, just brought out the boyish look that he never lost back home in a million years. His servant stood behind him, staring at his master's reflection. "You do look decent Monsieur."He whirled around, his grin reached his eyes then he made a sweep of his fingertips towards a gray, fedora hat laying on a side table next to his bed then laid it on the top of his head before he reached to the door to go towards the bar on Bourbon Street. It was the best hideout for his kind, if in the throng he would say to himself "So shall it be"And so it was, when he left he was already walking down a street corner, the street lights flickering on and then off like it was nearly blowing out of fuse. Joseph saw a neon sigh to a bar, stepping inside the place hearing soft music strum through his sensitive eardrums. The booth was spotted, he took the one in the very back of the room near the window.
Another unsuccessful hunt had Allister mad at any little thing it was starting to tick her off, Vergil was pacing around the apartment they shared and the movement drove her nuts. " Will you please sit the fuck down the back and forth is getting to my last nerve Vergil." The tone brought the wolfman to a pause in front of the couch where she waas sitting. "Forgive me Allister but the fact you have not located the target is driving me insane the clients came to me yesterday to ask why the vampire was still reeking havoc." He sat down next to her and looked in her direction. The fact she had not found the vampire was turning out to be a real problem, Allister never encountered any form of problems while on a mission.
The simple fact she had come back to the states after a mission abroad had her mind unfocused. Meeting vampires and socializing with them on a normal level was starting to change her. It seemed as if she were to be getting soft and not the cold calculating individual she normally was. Her hatred for what she is would never go away but to accept them as equals was slowly seeping in. " I will find the vampire I just need more time" Getting up from the couch she went to her room to change into something more suiting for a hunt. Opening the dresser she pulled out a pair of black fatigues and a grey wife beater, to finish up the look she slipped into a pair of combat boots and a black bomber jacket.
Looking in the mirror at her reflection Allister seemed like she would be ready for war. She gave a few brush sweeps to her hair and out the door she was not even another word to Vergil. Walking down to the storage room she grabbed her sword frostwolf and adjusted it to her back. Now she was ready for her hunt, and off she went down the streets of New Orleans looking for her prey. Making her way down the busy street of the french quarter she spotted a familiar face in the window of a bar. Moving quick she slipped by the checkout counter in order not to have her sword taken away. She came to the booth where Joseph sat. "Hello again Mr. Bodine, nice to see you".
He listened to the soft, seventies hits that reverberated throughout the room of the bar. Tapping his right foot to the beat as he pretended to know about some boys who was still reaching puberty back in those days. In the soft canal of his acute ears he heard people talking about this and that. None of their songs of everyday talk had pressed any impressions in the Frenchman who sat looking at them as if sightseeing lifeforms walking in his mist between those peripheral hues that reflected a sharp object. If there was one of the things that made Joseph primal, it was that he enjoyed being who he was. Not all of them liked the very thing that made them unique and beautiful in everyway. Self-loathing wasn't new to many of them, just about most of the supernatural community rejects the very thing that is their creation. If he had turned his back on what he has become then he might as well have put a stake through his very own heart. A specious woman came to his table with a small pad and pencil poised over the mergin. Teeth moved over the rubbery gooey thing called a gum.
Smack, smack, smack. It was an annoying sound, but did not growl or wince from the echoing noise. Joseph always hated that, people smacking their gum in their mouth loud enough to awaken the neighbors on a single street. The waitress had a curvacious body tucked inside her uniform, this businesses style of dress. His dark blue hues swept over the lining of her soft, long dark chestnut hair falling down the small of her back almost stopping at that cute little round ass of hers. The pulse in her throat was the bull's eye right then and there. Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it. A rush of water moved like a canal river in her veins. Why did you pass up a meal tonight you asshole? The devil on his shoulder said, his pitchfork raised high enough so that he gave the most menacing stare to the hot babe that was asking something. A hand waved over his eyes to get him back to cloud nine. "Sir? Sir? Would you like anything? "She asked for the third time. Being a vampire wasn't...easy. Take notes. Read the lines on chapter thirty five about The Hard Knocks of fang centural.
Her fake boobs pressed against the top of her dress-like work clothes as she stood there, no doubt tired of waiting on this bastard. Oh yeah, he knew he was everything under the moon in negative ville. Joseph had no qualm of what tidbits was thrown in his direction. Honor was held, respect for his race was in line too. That is if they did not move first, he'll be the soldier who will wave his red flag only when he was about to go down with enemy or he was too weak to go on more.
The fighter in him wasn't an escape artist, he stood in the front even when the shit fell from the sky. "A glass of wine if you will Madamoiselle."He smiled up at her, watching to see her leave then a few hours later she returned with his flute glass. He grabbed a hold of it, gripping the glass in his slender fingers sniffing the powerful contents in his nostrils. Strong, loved it, could never drink it again. Maybe, there is some things good about being mortal. The delicacy of alcohol in your system. As he swished the cup around and around like a rocking ship on water, there was a familiar voice coming from the lovely lady he met a few times. They have already been introduced, the girl was Alisstar. There was a pleasant look on his face, letting her see he was glad to see her again. He never grew soft, Joseph did not change for the person he was. While he may have his soft spot in his moments, he knew it did no good to show that to those he saw as anyone who opposed him will see he can be ruthless. Many vampires fail, failure was out of the question on his behalf. "Alisstar? It is so nice to see you back. Please, do have a seat Mademoiselle. We did not get to talk more at the Jazz Club."He reminded her of that one.
It was true there wasn't much conversing that night her mind was on too many things at once. " I do apologize again but I was not up for much conversation, my mind has been a bit occupied with my work." Alisster slipped frostwolf off her back as she sat down in the booth in front of Joseph. Ice blue hues roamed the bar taking in the scene, all seemed calm for now. The waitress came to the table with a drink Joseph had ordered, turning toward Alisster she asked if she wanted anything. " yes please an Amber Bock"even if the beer would not be consumed she'd take it back to Vergil as a sorry for her rude behavior before. With the waitress gone her attention was back to the vampire in front.
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As she sat, he moved the glass in his right hand, people intended to stare if you did not have nothing when in a place of business. People are paid to be nice, a saying that goes. He watched the patrons drink to their hearts content, their speech heard across the room. Don't worry, their dirty little secrets was his own to not tell anyone about what they talked about.
Their scent was all the perfume to cologne in this very room. Nose twitched, the hairs in his sinus cavities tickling but he has learned to ignore it whenever he was surrounded by a crowd this size. "So? Alisster? Where are you from?" It was a simple question, none that was complex to answer. More chatter filled the room, those chit chats was more like background music to his ears.
Where was she from? it was a simple question but one that brought back so many memories. Alisster began to explain she was from Norway, her family dating back to the vikings. The life she had turned to one of killing and death the night she was made into the creature she is today, starting with her parents. Her maker Malik had come to her village killing everyone in his path, this included the chief and his mate. Alisster was returning from a hunt with others to find her parents slaughtered and their blood in small pools dripping from the table in the middle of the room they would gather for meals. The man who taught her how to hunt and fight and be the valkyrie he always called her was laying on the wooden slab with his throat ripped open. Alisster did the only thing she could, grab the sword her father had given her and charged at the creature.
Malik had moved with such speed, she never saw anything move that fast and it was the last thing she saw before darkness took over her from a quick blow to the head. She awoke next to her mother's body all cold and lifeless, his words brought her to see the creature he really was. Malik explained what he was "A vampire " and soon she would be just like him. He admired her strenght and thought it would be a great asset to him in the long future ahead. By force she was turned but not without vowing that night she would avenge her family and anyone the monster of Malik had taken the life of.
Alisster looked at Joseph as her story came to an end, " I know it's not a proper tale for small talk but I always answer the questions directed to me" her scandanavian accent was stronger with a hint of anger from the memory of her past. Her head turned to scan the room once more seeing all and waiting for any response Mr. Bodine would give her.
As he listened, Joseph wanted to hunt this so-called Malik and rip the jugular vein from his throat. Giving the vampires a horrible name. It's no wonder what people see and think when the term "vampire" display on many lips of those who look to them as terrible things. For centuries he has taken account of what mankind see when a lot don't understand what exists in their world. How much he too once saw what he became when his own maker created him, this destructive creature who could no doubt separate the man's head from his torso in seconds without thinking about it. Control wasn't easy, not for him, being the very epitome of what everyone fears comes animated to life is no mistake. Evil spread far and wide. He was deep in her story understanding where she comes from, finding her people gone from her. Shaking his head, knowing what it must have felt coming home to find the horror of the one's who gave you the breath of life. Unlike her, his own family treated him like a piece of shit under their shoes except his mother and little brother who he loved and they returned it. They weren't even vampires.
Humans were just as monsters as the vampire in her background. A sweep of breath from his undead lungs as she completed what details she gave him. Joseph never expect much from anybody, he didn't expect Alisstar to flat out say anything, she could have easily avoided it and he'd have been okay with that. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Alisstar." His voice hinted no pity, but the truth of what she must have experienced. It's no wonder she probably wanted to track the man who killed her people down. How does he know all of this? It was something he may have done if the situation was turned around. However, part of him obviously could care too much about the worst case scenario to his cold, bleak of a father and his sisters. His mother and brother were the two who he could rely on. He now shared much of his history about his childhood living in Toulouse, France where his own family came from. There he went to a small school to learn when he was much younger, his father paid attention to him until he reached twelve years old. During that time he became his dad's own messenger boy, running errands for him.
His father was very lazy to do much himself, except gamble all the time. He then told Alisstar about his sisters, all three of them was too vain and thought only themselves instead giving any mind to their brothers who was only useful when they wanted answers to how they looked. It grew on his nerves. Joseph would rarely stay in doors. He spoke of his first love, a woman with long red hair who he fell madly in love with in his teen years. Later that night, he had to break the news to his beloved he was leaving town. She was saddened to see him leave her behind, but it was for the best. During that one night, his mother helped him escape from the house. He moved into Munich, Germany where he continued his education then when he was nineteen he got accepted at a local college and worked as a waiter in a night club. There he met his future maker, Caroline, who he started dating for four to five months before he even known the truth of what she really was in disguise. He was turned against his will.
At first, he loathed his new form, nearly killing his sire until she said something that stopped him. Joseph trained under his maker as Samurai and was taught how to fight through her. He trained for many years in the European Courts. He's even fought against enemy countries to anyone who opposed them fell at his blade. "My maker sent me to London to continue my training as a warrior. I returned, then was told to come here cause she thought that my first days in America would do me a bit of good."He finished his own tales, a light smile not knowing what Alisstar thought where he came from. The neglect to the slavery, they were all there that has made him into the man he was today.
