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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 15, 2009 11:13:51 GMT -4
Killian had experienced pain in his life. It usually came with the whole dying event but there had only been 1…make that now 2 instances where he had every truly suffered before death. The first had come at the hands of the town’s people when he was only 17 years old. He had been tortured to death but then again it had been the first time he had ever truly “died” and when his curse…or gift (the jury was still out) had begun.
All of his other deaths had been pretty normal one could say…well as far as deaths were concerned and they never really hurt all that much and were over rather quickly. But it had been years since he had felt the sort of agony Alexis had inflicted upon him and to say he was none to happy about it would have been the understatement of the year.
He had awoken pain flaring through his rejuvenated body and for the briefest of moments he hadn’t even had the strength to open his eyes the pain was too great. His cold was prickled with goose bumps as moisture and cold licked against his flesh. With a slight burst of energy Killian finally forced his eyes open and stared up at the morning sky for a moment utterly confused.
He was pretty sure he had already done his whole awake from the dead fiasco once already and it was then that the events of his last less then 24 hour life came crashing over him. He jolted up into a sitting position his hands immediately going to his neck which was once again intact and no longer gushing like a water fountain. His hands came away bloody and his eyes immediately took in the state of his past white funeral shirt stained with blood but his body was once again perfectly intact as if nothing had ever happened. Flecks of blood and dirt stained his blonde hair and his eyes searched over the now empty graveyard for any signs of what had become of Samantha.
But he had no idea how long he had been lying there dead; but then again he would like to think the grounds keeper of the cemetery wouldn’t just leave a murdered body out for days on end so he could only assume it had been for a few hours or so he hoped. Though as his eyes scattered around his surroundings he quickly noted that he had been moved; shoved to the side among bushes and out of the way giving credence to the fact that it had no doubt been a few days as par that he had been dead.
“Guess I was too much friggin paper work!” Killian shouted disgruntly as he pulled himself up to his feet and took stock of his situation. It was never a good way to start a brand new life in a bad mood but then again that had a direct correlation on how you had gone out the last time and having your throat torn open and fed upon by a vampire did not give way to warm and fuzzy feelings.
Brushing he dirt off the dress shirt and pants seemed superfluous being that it was caked with blood but he set about it anyways never much liking the whole zombie look which came from awakening from the dead. Once the dirt was off of him Killian turned and made his way out of the bushes only to get a face full of morning sprinkler water which brought about a rather colorful torrent of cuss words that would have made a sailor blush.
Brushing the water out of his eyes and not even bothering with the now wet and bloody shirt he pulled on the dress jacket which was also in the bushes and made his way angrily from the graveyard. He had heard the woman’s name before…no correction the vampires name before. One of his previous life’s conquests had enjoyed shopping in a store which was fun by a very “exotic” looking woman named Alexis he had been told much to his boredom but now it would pay off or at least it was a good enough place to start because Killian Reynolds had more then a big enough bone to pick with the vampire who had decided to make him into a midnight snack.
Glaring at the early morning patrons who gave the bloodied 17 year old a double take he made his way to the shop in no time. Not surprised to find the front door locked being that it was still only 7:00 in the morning Killian decided to let himself in my a simple broken window panel. The shop was silent but Killian had time to spare and he sat himself down on one of the antique chairs in the shop his muddy and bloodied dress shoes propped up on an ornate coffee table and a very distinct glare in his eyes as he stared at the staircase which led into the shop.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 15, 2009 17:01:26 GMT -4
"You're being difficult."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Lex, I worked hard to get this deal for you. Now it's bad enough you screwed me over on Wednesday by not calling or bothering to show up at the meeting. Now I've managed to keep this guy's business for you and you're saying it's not enough."
"I'm not selling."
"You were selling on Monday night. I'm not sure what happened in those days you vanished off the face of the earth to screw that up."
Clinton was irritated. And Alexis couldn't really blame him. He was used to her jumping on business deals and getting them done effectively. This hadn't quite been her week for it.
"Do you want this or not?" Clinton's tone over the phone became more impatient. "He won't wait any longer, Lex. You tell him today or you're out 50 grand."
Alexis was trying to balance both a tube of mascara and her cell phone in front of the mirror. It wasn't working so well.
"Clinton, hold on a second."
"Alexis! Come on! It's bad enough that-."
Alexis put the phone down as she finished her makeup, but she could still hear Clinton's tyrant of complaints. A week ago she would have ripped his throat out just for the fact he was getting on her nerves. But three days in bed after a dose of dead man's blood had set her thinking. She was lucky that Jon had left her with her head intact so perhaps it was time for a wakeup call.
One, she needed Clinton because he was damn good at his job. And two, she was trying to ween herself off human blood. Last night had been the first time she'd felt well enough to feed. Sewer rats were going to take some getting used to, but blood was blood in the long run.
"-had to talk LeBouf out of coming over there. Convinced him it was just Alexis's way. And now-."
"Clinton, shut up. I'll take the deal. Tell Crayton to come over this afternoon. I'll be here." Alexis picked up the phone and headed for her closet. She needed shoes. Actually, she needed to buy new shoes.
There was silence on the phone. Alexis rolled her eyes.
"Clinton?"
"I'm here. I'm just wondering what the catch will be."
"No catch. I just want rid of the lamp."
"It's a one of a kind, 1899 era Tiffany lamp. It's not a cold for Christ's sake, Alexis."
"Clinton, do you want me to do business or not? You've been whining for the last hour and now I gave you an answer and it isn't what you want. I said yes, tell Crayton it's a deal, and I'll be here all day."
"Fine." Clinton grumbled the word. Alexis growled. He was on her last nerve. "Are you coming to Reiner's tonight?" He changed the subject.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"I said I'd be there."
"You said you'd be a lot of places this week and you didn't bother to show at any of them either." Clinton said the words away from the phone, but Alexis could easily hear him. Something else in the room distracted her. She picked up a pair of maroon colored boots and sat down on the edge of the bed to pull them over the jeans she was wearing. She was almost certain she heard something downstairs.
"What did you say?" She turned her attention back to the phone at her ear.
"Nothing. Just that-."
Alexis heard the sound again from downstairs. Someone was moving around down there. And it was far too early. Leaving the bedroom, Alexis went to the door at the top of the stairs. Yes, Jon may have locked up, but he hadn't set the alarm.
"Nice try." She muttered. This was going to break her no murder rule.
"What?" Clinton asked from the phone.
"Nothing. I have to go. Call me back."
"Wait, are you going to-?"
"Clinton, I have to go. I'll call you." Alexis clicked the phone shut.
Alexis slipped the phone into her back pocket. She started down the staircase. Part of her wondered if it was Jon coming back. And she didn't know how she felt about that one. She was in no mood for another dose of dead man's blood.
She quickly spied the source of entry-one of the window panes.
Just great. Alexis skimmed her eyes over the room. That's when her eyes fell on him.
At first she thought it was a zombie. Literally, the boy in the room looked like a corpse. There was dirt and blood all over him. He wasn't a vampire, she could tell that immediately.
Please not another demon. She thought. But then reality set in. He was, in fact, someone she had killed a few days prior.
"What the hell?" Alexis felt her jaw drop in amazement. "What the-?"
She walked closer to the chair where the boy sat. It was him all right, the boy from the cemetary.
"I killed you." The words were out of her mouth before she realized it. "You were dead. I killed you."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 15, 2009 18:15:29 GMT -4
Killian’s sight never wavered from the staircase especially note once he heard the voice die down from above and the tell tale sign of heels coming down the stairs into the shop. As soon as Alexis came into view Killian’s eyes locked on to her. His kind blue eyes taking on an ice cold steel look about them as he remained silent and waited for her to take complete stock of the situation.
A smug smile crossed his face as he heard her astounded statement. He could almost hear her thought process as her eyes and the confusion across her face made it all too clear that she was in the middle of trying to figure out what the hell he was doing sitting in her shop very much alive.
“The least you could do is remember the name of the son of a bitch who you ripped the throat out of,” Killian hissed bitterly as he leaned back in the chair his eyes never leaving hers even for a moment.
He had never felt true hatred for anyone in his many different lives not even towards the town people who had killed him in the very beginning of it all; after all thy had acted out of fear. But Alexis…Alexis London had acted out of brutality and selfishness and she had hunted him out and murdered him and that was not something Killian Reynolds took lightly.
“And yes you’re right Alexis you did kill me,” Killian added coldly.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 15, 2009 21:51:38 GMT -4
Alexis thought for a moment that she might still be feeling some effect of the dead man's blood. She'd been hallucinating on and off when she wasn't asleep, so it was entirely possible. But those hallucinations had not been this clear-they were evidence of a foreign substance that was dragging her down. This was a living breathing human being.
"Killian." The word came immediately to her lips. She had no idea why, maybe because it sounded like kill.
Alexis felt herself pacing. It wasn't a good thing. It was an animalistic trait she had.
"There was no ripping involved." She said flatly. "Your throat slit easily with a fingernail. Ripping would have involved a hand, pulling, you get my point."
She was going to do everything in her power not to lose it-to give into the vampire tendancies that she'd been letting rule her for hundreds of years. If she really was going to stop this, she was going to keep it now.
"What are you doing here?" Alexis demanded. "And more importantly, what the hell are you doing alive?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 11:45:38 GMT -4
Killian kept his gaze on Alexis as his name left her lips.
“Well I’ll be damned the big bad does remember the names of her MURDER victims after all,” Killian growled out his blue eyes piercing her as she began to pace in front of him. Her thoughts were almost loud enough that eh could hear them.
“Oh yes well pardon me for getting the small print in regards to my death wrong. But it was all too evident it got the job done,” Killian hissed pushing himself up from the chair leaving smears of blood behind him.
“Aw so you are surprised to see me,” Killian stated with a mocking smile as he now paced around her his eyes never wavering.
“You killed me Alexis London…I’d never seen you before in my life and you hunted me down and you murdered me,” he whispered harshly in her ear his anger getting the better of him.
“I’m here because of you,”: he finished with a sly smirk figuring he would allow her wheels to frantically spin for a bit as she tried to figure him out.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 12:08:07 GMT -4
Alexis rolled her eyes. Humans just didn't get vampires. Vampires murdered humans the same way humans murdered deer during hunting season. Granted, she had probably enjoyed it too much. Her human mother had been a murderer, Alexis just had to eat.
"'Victim, 'food', we could argue about this all day and still never agree." Alexis watched him get out of the chair. She frowned. He was leaving too much blood for her liking.
She didn't move as he came closer to her. She wasn't afraid of him. If push came to shove, she could defend herself.
"Truthfully, there wasn't much hunting involved. You just fell into my lap. I'd had far more challenging situations in my life."
She didn't flinch when he came close to her. Fear wasn't something she experienced quickly, and it would take far more than this.
"It was nothing personal." She told him, meeting his eyes. "I had to eat. You were there. It was simple. Vampires have to eat."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 12:33:39 GMT -4
The fact that Alexis was treating the fact that she went around murdering people for a lively hood as a hobby was only serving to double Killian’s anger. He would never understand this; he was lucky he wouldn’t stay dead but what about all the other people she had just hunted down and killed because she needed a midnight snack.
“You and that kid and I sue the world loosely planned it you murdered me! I was just trying to get the girl to safety and you killed me! Tell me what did you do with Samantha?” Killian hadn’t rightly forgotten about the girl who he had tried to protect and he wondered what had happened to her.
“It was nothing personal?” Killian snapped as he made his way back around to the front of the vampire his eyes staring into hers.
“Are you kidding me? You ripped me apart! Or do you usually go about making ground beef out of your victims first?” Killian asked making motions to the deep gashes in the dress shirt that she had made across his skin. Though the skin underneath was now perfectly healed the shredded shirt still got his point across as did the blood smeared skin.
“Simple?” Killian whispered his voice harsh yet laced with bewilderment.
“It was god damn simple?!”
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 12:59:23 GMT -4
Alexis sighed. This one was not going to let it go easy. However, this was the first time that she'd ever dealt with a back from the dead victim.
"The girl was a demon." Alexis told him. "And I'd never seen her before. Could be an interesting experiment for a hunter to look into her. And as far as the other human, I didn't touch her. I have no idea what happened to her."
Alexis walked around him. She listened with the same interest she'd heard Clinton's earlier complaints. Now what on earth was he talking about?
She turned to look at where he was pointing. His shirt was torn, as those someone had-.
Oh. Right. She had done that.
"That was a bit much, I have to admit." Alexis had gotten a little carried away. But that was unfortunately what boredum did to a vampire.
"Look," Alexis stared at him, "I suppose it was simple. But really, I'm a vampire. What do you want from me?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 13:22:13 GMT -4
Killian stared back at Alexis for a moment as she proclaimed the little girl Samantha had wanted to help to be a demon.
“I bet you didn’t,” Killian growled as Alexis began to walk around him and Killian stopped his own pacing and allowed her to get on with hers. He supposed at least internally she was still trying to figure out what he was especially since he had been asking a majority of the questions during their little meeting.
Killian stared back at her for a moment at a loss for words as she asked him what he wanted from her. In truth he had not a damn clue on what he wanted he had just wanted to know why; but apparently it was just as easy for her to kill someone as it was to flip on a light switch.
“You killed me…you just…I just…” Killian didn’t know what else to say to her he really didn’t. He had lost the flare of the anger that had driven him since he had woken up in the graveyard an hour ago and now he just felt a torrent of feeling she hadn’t wanted to deal with ever again.
The thing Alexis London wouldn’t understand would be that her actions to murder him had opened a can of worms since no matter how many times he had died before the death with her he had only been out right murdered since he had died for the very first time over 300 years ago.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 13:35:14 GMT -4
Alexis still had no idea why a formally dead human was standing before her. It was something she'd never seen in 500 years.
"Believe me, Killian, if I had killed the other one, I would have said so. As you can see, I'm not one to deny my actions. In fact if you'll recall, I corrected you on the details."
Alexis realized she was playing with something on her left wrist. She looked down and saw a hair tie she'd forgotten she'd picked up earlier. Taking it off, she pulled her hair behind her head and wrapped the tie around it.
"Yes, I killed you. I can't take it back, but apparently you recovered well. Are you some sort of zombie or something?"
Alexis took a step closer to the boy. He looked fairly young. Someone-parents, siblings-had to be looking for him.
"How old are you? You're a mess. Where's your family?"
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 15:21:09 GMT -4
Killian could only hope she was being truthful about Samantha but that left the creeping idea to what the demon child….now literally had done with Samantha.
“I’m not a zombie…you still have your brains intact,” Killian quickly snapped detesting the comparison.
“We’ll leave it at a human,” Killian explained with a shrug. It was very much the truth he was human a cursed human but human none the less.
Killian took a hesitant step backwards as Alexis took a step towards him. He would prefer to keep distance between them since he was trying to be a bit more mindful of the 4 lives he had left.
“17…and you did kill me that tends to not be one of the most clean practices ever,” Killian replied to her question about his age.
“Aside from the fact that I was then dumped in a ditch in the bushes,” Killian tagged on bitterly.
“I haven’t seen my family for over 300 years,” Killian replied his eyes once more locking with Alexis’s.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 16:25:23 GMT -4
"All right, fair enough." Alexis agreed at his comments regarding brains. That was true, and she would less than classify herself as a zombie. Zombies were dirty. Well, so was Killian at this moment.
"Well I didn't dump you in the bushes. The blood, ok, my fault. The dirt-not my fault."
Alexis closed the distance between them. A human who hadn't seen his family for 300 years? That made absolutely, completely no sense. It also indicatd to Alexis that he wasn't human, but she wasn't going to split hairs at this stage of the game.
"Look, you and I both have clearly different lives than your normal person going on here. But let's get something understood between us-you entered my property without permission. Now we have a couple options-one, I can "rip" your throat out again-which neither of us wants to be bothered with. Two, I can help you out right now. Or three, I can call the cops. As far as the police know, I'm a normal business owner. They're not going to believe I'm a vampire who killed you as much as they'll believe you're a 300 year old 17 year old. It's your choice."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 16:41:24 GMT -4
“There’s more blood then dirt,” Killian grumbled.
“Aside from the fact that you shredded one of the best shirts I have been buried in to date,” he added glancing down at the torn shirt before looking back up at her as he immediately felt her get much closer to him then she had been before.
Killian’s eyes widened immensely as Alexis brought up the first option of what to do with him was killing him once again. It wasn’t the dying which bothered him again he still had lives to spare it was the entire being brutally and painfully murdered he cared not to repeat.
“Option 1 is out,” Killian grumbled more so to himself then her. Semi immortal he was completely immortal and/or invincible or stupid he was not.
He took a hesitant step away from her the back of his legs connecting with the chair behind him and his eyes never leaving her as she continued on with the remaining 2 options.
“315 year old 17 year old actually,” Killian corrected her on his “technical” age.
He eyed her for a moment weighing if he thought she would actually call the police or not. A part of him didn’t think she would but then again she also made a good point that if she did call them how exactly would he explain his bloodied injury free appearance.
“What does a vampire classify as helping?” Killian asked finding option 2 to currently be the most promising choice.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 16:52:56 GMT -4
"God, the devil is in the freaking details. Let's agree to disagree on everything except the fact that we're standing indoors."
Alexis rolled her eyes. Even if he was a bizarre, messed up human being with some weird trait she didn't get, he had as much stubbonness as any human she'd ever met.
She was glad he was ruling option one, because she figured it would push her back over an edge she had honestly set her mind into getting out. Besides, blood was extremely hard to get out and she had too much nice stuff in the store and apartment.
"Well for starters," Alexis turned away from him and walked to a rack holding a variety of men's jeans. "Here, try these. And if not these, try these." She threw both the jeans and a pair of men's dress pants over his shoulder.
"And let's see....actually, that's not the nicest dress shirt I've ever seen. I'm not going to argue if you like it, but it's not that nice." She wasn't going to beat around that bush. If it was one thing she knew, it was fashion.
"Here." Alexis flipped another shirt over his shoulder. "If you don't like that one...." She grabbed a while shirt with faint silver stripes and handed him that as well. "There's shoes on the floor, find some. I know this doesn't make up for killing you the first time, but I didn't try it a second time....and it's a start to getting yourself set up for whatever new life you came into possession of-however you managed to do that."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 16, 2009 17:08:39 GMT -4
“If I were to sit then that would blow a hole in that agreement as well,” Killian replied with a faint smirk feeling like himself for the first time in the hour and half he had been alive…or well re-alive.
Killian watched Alexis for a moment perplexed as she began pulling clothes off of racks and piling them on to his shoulders.
“I didn’t pick it out they just buried me in it,” Killian grumbled with a shrug as Alexis commented on the shirt he had been last buried in.
“Thanks,” Killian replied his voice low and still very much confused as he shifted the clothes on his shoulders slightly. He eyed the shoes on the floor and grabbed a pare of boots that should fit him.
He looked back at her for a moment still not exactly knowing what to make of their sudden change of events but for the moment he would go with it. Besides it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be covered in blood and dirt and disgusting clothes. He could feel the blood and dirt caking his once blonde hair and he would have to agree that maybe it was a good place to start.
“I don’t do anything to come back; I’m human,” Killian said in regards to her final comment to him.
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