Why can I be left alone! [Kir]

[Baylee Shepherd]

Baylee Thomas Shepherd

It was really dark. His knee was still pretty swollen and the eighteen year had some problem with walking on it. At least the bleeding from the freshly marked cuts have stopped now, just a little more rest and he would be fine. Good thing that the police have quit picking on him right now, which he was grateful now. Running from the police was something he really hate doing, he done what he wanted and got the doctors who killed his parents. So his plan for revenge was done.

The daylight hours have fallen down and he was able to come out of hiding and made his way to the beach. The waves were crashing the rocks perfectly calmly, and the wind have blew a little chilly. He smiled to himself and threw some pebbles into the water 'I would always miss you mother and father' he whispered as something caught his attention. A flashlight like light was moving around. Baylee stood up and looked directly and moving the light away from his eyes, as it was blinding him so much.

"Who is there!!!! You better come out before I smash your face in!" He warned whoever was holding the funny looking light thing. The eighteen year old didn't wait for the person to answer him, to him it could be the cops or worst. So creepy up towards the light, he grabbed a stone, and got ready to hit whoever it was, as he didn't trust or even wanted this person to know who he is and why he is here. 'Why can they just leave me alone? They killed my parents. Is that enough for them?' He thought and waited to see who the person was.

TAGGED :: Kir
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: High [though recycled]
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

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[Kir Leonhart]

The night was when Kir was most active, his regular intake of animal blood and his vampire genes make his quite a bit hardier than humans. he he only needs a couple hours of sleep a day with the odd 8 hours every now and then kept him alert and healthy. He had caught the scent of human blood and was tracking it. It was a young male, human. It is kind of creepy how Kir went from someone like that into what he was now, able to pick out trait like that from traces of blood. Who are the monsters?

The boy had walked to the beach and Kir still dogged his steps, a silent stalker in the darkness. The dhampir had two silver knives strapped to wrist sheaths and a rifle strapped to his back as well as a plain old broad sword on his left hip, he also had on his tight fighting leather armour and all the weapons had been muffled to make no noise when combined with his inherited vampire ability of almost gliding across the ground, he move with such speed, elegance and carefully that it really seemed supernatural.

Kir caught a word or two on the wind, it wasn't blowing strong enough for him to hear it all but he did hear the familiar sound of stones hitting water so he crept as close as he dared and pointed his flashlight right at the boy. It would ruin the human's night vision but keep Kir's intact. "I would like to see you try kiddo." he replied with a chuckle, "Add in a little Glasweagian to those words and you may seem a little threatening. Oh and why is it you smell so strongly of death? Been killing some of the walking dead? Or contributing to the ongoing extinction of the human race?"

"That's far enough boy, you don't want to get yourself hurt now do you?" the dhampir asked him in a way that sounded like a challenge as he turned off the flashlight and plunged them both back into darkness.

[Baylee Shepherd]

Baylee Thomas Shepherd

Suddenly another guy came out from nowhere. It made the eighteen year old even more nervous and upset. All he wanted was to be alone and be left to do whatever he wants. The waves were crashing more against the wall and the guy wanted him to try. Why do everyone just back away instead of challenge him. Rolling his blue eyes, as he just couldn't be bothered anymore.

"Just piss off will you, all I want is to be left alone. Why can you all just leave me alone?" He asked with a more aggressive like tone. "Some bastard trapped me in a hole and I fell in ok? What as it got to do with you anyway? Your just a freak, that kills people who had the vaccine aren't you? Just like him. He killed someone I knew and loved, I could have saved them if given a chance. But I can't now. I am all alone in this stupid city!" He yelled and picked up a stone from the sandy terrine and threw it in the water.

Thankfully his tears were hidden due to the pitch darkness. He sniffed hard and wiped himself on his sleeve. "I am not re-animater as their called you know, so if you want to hunt me, then you are out of luck. So just back away and leave me alone" he said really sternly and kept watching the waves. 'I wished I could have saved you. Please forgive me', he thought and limped back to the stone, and pulled a pen knife and began to make a noose like object with the rope he found washed a shore, he wanted to join his parents as he hated being here alone.

TAGGED :: Kir
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Kir Leonhart]

Kir narrowed his eyes at the boy, not that the kid would notice with it being so dark and his night vision gone, he didn't like this kid already, and Kir is usually a patient guy. Bad mood perhaps? You could hear the small click as his fangs came out before he started talking, "You want to be alone huh? Well how about I make that happen?" he growled standing so close too quickly to be human and even with this idiot's ruined night vision he should be able to see Kir's fangs from what little light there is from the sky.

"I could kill you right now. Drain you dry and give your worthless life a month of meaning." he snapped reaching out to grab the boys shirt to pull him close enough to smell his breath, Kir had fed tonight so his breath smelled of blood, animal blood but a human couldn't tell the difference. "So how is it falling in a hole makes someone smell of death? Did you kill the guy?"

Kir laughed and shook his head, "You are the freak you know, my kind and others were around long before you were. Just because I am half like you only makes me a freak to your kind. To Fae you are all nothing but stupid ignorant children, but then they are immortal and had their childhood when man was still ooze." he told the boy before turning his back on his and spitting a hunk of phlegm into the ocean. "Here is some advice for you kid. Not everyone is as nice as me and your whiney bitching pisses me off, you are not the only one who lost people to your own self destructive ways. Humans are fools and some of us have no qualms about killing you all. However the vampires won't allow that, especially with the whole zombie problem." he pulled out his rifle under his and cocked it, it was empty but the kid didn't know that.

For once Kir's nose failed him, but then it would be like asking someone to smell a certain perfume from a bottle hidden in a black room already filled with the scent of the perfume. Or you could just say the ocean masked the smell of the tears. Tossing the rifle at the boy he pulled out a metal rod from a pocket, "I keep the rest of humanity safe. Those who took the vaccine are dead and unless some didn't lose their minds and aren't rotten meat then they are dead. Trust me kiddo, I dunno what science mumbo jumbo turned all those people into zombies, maybe is was intentional and was a spell but I do them a favour. Most humans cannot cope with being monsters, and it is only the monsters I kill. Bring me a zombie with an intact mind and I won't kill it."

"Now you have a few choices right now. You can shoot me, go drown yourself, run away to what ever dump you live in, or take this bar, and use it to blow your head off. Would be easier if I had a pistol but shooting deer with a pistol is stupid." He then tossed the bar at the boy and waited with only a whisper in his direction, "You think you are the only one to lose someone to this world."

[Baylee Shepherd]

Baylee Thomas Shepherd

The eighteen year old didn't show any fear with the bloke who was coming closer and closer to him. He saw his fangs slightly and shrugged his shoulders. 'Why can he just kill me now. I mean I wanted to die so badly' he thought and signed more. Not bunching from his spot, he saw the rifle like gun thrown at him, as the waves crashed against the rocks more and hitting his feet.

"You think I am really scared of you? Well I aren't, I don't care what you do to me. I just don't care anymore, I thought I had something to fight for, but it turns out I haven't now." He said and looked down and then moved away from the rifle and watched the waves. "You don't know anything ok, so just mind your own business and leave me alone. I am stick of people like you telling me what to do. I have killed those doctors who murdered my family and now I am done. But alone, always alone. I have nothing to live for now, but then why would you care anyway" he spoke a little sadder and the tear fell down his cheek, showing the emotion was really true, and that he was alone in this horrible world.

TAGGED :: Kir
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: Average
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Kir Leonhart]

He could smell the kid's emotions and it was like sticking his head into a bucket of smelling salts, not at all pleasant. Kir found it hard to understand why some vampires love feeding off people like this boy, emotions (or rather the chemicals that make up said emotions) add a certain flavour to blood, fear is one of the most popular emotions, a rival to all the emotions surrounding sex. He hadn't fed of humans in years, but he still could remember the high that comes with blood and sex, the rush of power was intense. The memory cause a shiver to run down his spine and his hunger was almost throwing itself against him.

"Kiddo I can smell your emotions, not I am not good enough to say exactly what your feeling but I have the gist and I just have to say. Man the frack up you bloody sissy." he said and spat into the ocean, he had no time for pathetic fools like him. People lost everything to that damned drug or shot or whatever the hell it was, he didn't really pay attention and here this kid was moaning his face off. Someone needed to be back handed.

"Listen here you poor excuse of a man. Do you honestly think that whoever you killed knew what they were doing? If you get TB from a bad TB shot it is not the nurse or doctors fault, side effects happen. If you want someone go after the drug company, the scientists, the lawyers and HR, ten years at least until a drug is allowed to be sold, after human testing. So they knew what it did, they had to have known. Revenge I get but you didn't get revenge, no you just killed people, you are just simply a murderer kiddo. Welcome to the club." he lectured the boy drawing his sword slowly, the his was long and clear, a sound Kir loved. He then spun faster than a human could, swinging the blade towards this kids throat before stopping it a finger from him, "You now have a choice to make." he whispered gently, blade steady and eyes focused, "I take care of my weapons and this sword could cut you with the barest if whispers against your skin, you could easily slit your own throat with it if you cannot live with being a monster. Or alternatively you can do what I suggested and man up, accept what you are and find a way to live. Humans are weak enough as they are already and I don't need to have someone with a weak will draining them while I keep the real monsters at bay."

[Baylee Shepherd]

Baylee Thomas Shepherd

The bloke was really getting on his nerves and he just wished he would leave him alone. What he thouight him Baylee couldn't care less. Watching the waves some more as the tear fell down onto the sandy terrine, when he felt the bloke holding him. Being touched from another person drove him nuts, and he would have fought him expect he saw and heard words about a sword. Baylee wasn't scared, in fact he was angery with him.

"You listen to me prick face. I don't care who you are and what your problem is. But I don't have to listen to you and how I choose to live is my business you understand me? So get your fucking stupid sword away and put it back in your pants. And take your stinking hands off my body, or I wouldn't be able to give you something", he flirted a little with him. He would fuck him if he wanted to, since Baylee do anything for sex. Slowly he moved his hands by Kir's thighs and stroked them tenderly. "So what is it going to be? Do you want to or not, I am not bothered either way, if its the only way to get rid of you then its good enough for me" he said and waited for what the stupid guy choices.

TAGGED :: Kir
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE

[Kir Leonhart]

"Prick face?" he asked with a smirk, that seemed to amuse him and he sheathed his sword. Some people were just too pathetic to kill. "You certainly have a way with curses." he told the sarcastically, prick face didn't have that certain... rightness to it? You know when you string certain curses and words are strung together and it sounds right. This didn't feel right to Kir, it wasn't a knobjockey or shit for brains.

He narrowed his eyes at the kid and his voice was suddenly serious as he stepped away from the boy's hands, "Do that again and I will break them. Do you not have self respect. Bet you are a bloody rent boy to. You make me sick, the dregs of the tank you are, the scum, the lowest of the low." he snarled at the boy with his lip curled up in disgust before he spat into the ocean -keeping the kid in his peripheral vision- to get rid of the horrible taste this vile excuse for a human had given him. Fools and pathetic people Kir had no time for so he just stood there staring at the waves as his hatred for one pathetic human built up.