Dinnertime

[Bill Schwarz]

Billa snarled and walked down the street, his eyes the color of death, black. He was in no mood to play around. He needed some blood, and it seemed tonight everyone was being merciful and not being violent to each other. Yes, that is how he picks his victims, Seattle was a bad place indeed, and he only chose those who he thinks deserve to die to take their life. He didn’t care who, man, woman, the humans have become corrupt, from drinking, sex, and gambling, They think they can do anything, and they think they are top of the food chain. They are wrong. Oh so very off. He licked his lips and stormed down the concrete sidewalk, ignoring the glances that came his way. Every time he looked up his glared at whoever was staring, causing them to gasp and look down. He walked in the shadows so no one can suspect that his black eyes were real. Silly fools, you shouldn’t always believe what you see, but don’t stay ignorant to every little thing that you think is not possible.

He turned and headed down another street, his fists shaking from the strain not to grab the person closest to him and shove them in a corner. His lips twisted into a wicked sneer as he glanced around the empty street, his eyes caught no to a girl, running, her face contorted into a face of distress. He smirked and backed into a corner, willing the shadow around him to darken and hide him from a human’s view. It did just as he told it to, wrapping BIlla into darkness as he pale face shifted into a sickening delighted sneer.

He picked up on the two, once was a girl, young, maybe 18, she was stumbling around, drunk. Another one yet again, he sees those often. His picked up the sound, her heels clicking as she ran, stupid girl, just take off the shoes and run. The sound of the petite girl was followed by a man, big, muscular, and also drunk. They both were breathing rapidly, but the girl had more to drink, the small of many martinis reached his nose, the man drank a screwdriver, and some vodka. But there was more…date rape…roofies. The man drugged her? No. It was in his pocket. He knew that smell well…on yea…that’s right, he remembered dealing with them shortly before his died, and this man knew what he was doing. The girl might not even see it coming. Maybe force her to drink it? He, after all, has a bottle in his hands, and he didn’t drink from it. But it was a guess. Lucky for the girl, she just might get away, Billa would say she got away unscathed mentally or physically, but definitely get away never the less.

The girl reached the end of the street and turned down another one, just as empty as the last one. He heard the man give a short, barking laugh as he followed, little did the man know, Billa followed on quick, light footsteps, watching to two intensely, the shadows still lurking wherever he went. He shook his head. Damn, was that girl stoned. If he were her, he would have taken the other route, where there were more people, and maybe, just maybe someone who wasn’t so shitfaced would help her. But he was glad she took this spot, after all, he wanted complete isolation when he dines, away from wandering eyes and innocent looks.

The man was closer and Billa smirked, once again standing in the darkness as he towered over the girl, her face in complete terror and utter submission to the man. Yes, that was it; he heard the man whisper in her ear a promise to let her go once he was done with her. He watched as the girl nodded eagerly and take off her jacket. The man licked his lips, eying her up and down her curves and body. That was human nature. Give them hope, and that hope, no matter how distant and feeble and even with the knowledge that he wouldn’t let her go, she had hope, and that would be what keeps her alive, a small chance that he would change his mind and let her go, even though, deep down, nothing would happen.

The man pulled a knife out of his boots, his lustful eyes watching her as he slipped the knife under her clothing, taking off almost everything until she stood there naked. He leaned back and watched him closely, nearing the trembling girl. He wasn’t going to let him touch her anymore, but I never hurt to watch him, humans get…creative. That was, until the man started to undo his belt was when Bills had seen enough, it was time to take action.

He swiftly when behind the man and punched him, causing him to fall over comically on his face. ”Run away little one.” he whispered in the girls ear. He watched as s he got up and took the remainder of her clothes and run off. He turned back to the man, pure enjoyment on his face.

The man tripped before getting up, he heard Bill’s message to the girl. “What are you? The boyfriend?” He sneered and looked around. Bill continued to circle him, too fast for the human to see, so he occasionally dropped something or splash the water to let the man know of his presence. “Well? Come out and play!” he screamed, Billa watched as his face turned into a slightly worried one. Bills chuckled darkly, the nearby walls echoing his presence. “Momma always said..’Never play with your prey..but if you insist...” he stepped out to the street light, the shadows retreating as the man let out a gasp upon noticing the black eyes, the prefect face, and the sneer of the vampire. This one was smart; he never denied that Billa’s eyes were just a hallucination. “W-what are you?!” he screamed and ran into the dead alley, his cries unheard as Billa followed.

“Karma…” he whispered, just to mess with the man’s head. “You think raping girls is fun for them? Do you think you would get away with it forever?” he sneered and grabbed the man by the throat, not enough to kill him, but put him in immense pain. “No..I’m the worst thing you will ever meet, the last thing you will ever see before hell comes and claims you.” Billa snickered as the man before him whimpered. “Whats wrong? Afraid? Once the predator and now the prey? Scared? Gonna beg for forgiveness? Gonna tell me you will never hurt someone again? Ask me to let you go and you would give me anything?” Billa laughed. “On no…you play around for too long, unlike that poor girl that you lied to, you gave her false hope, you let her believe that if you did whatever you want, you would let her go. But I don’t play like that. I’ll tell you the truth. You will die, no matter how much you beg, cry, scream, no one will hear you. In the end, you don’t need hope, you won’t be able to get away from me if you tried.” BIlla sneered and let him go.

“Should have thought, that if the cops won’t get to you, someone will.” He leaned forward and bit him. The cries remained unheard, the screamed died in the night, and no one heard him. Billa licked his lip after he was done, his eyes turned into a crimson color. He turned and disposed the body into the building, the old, decaying building. No one would think to look there…why would anyone in their right minds be out on the dead street late at night? Apparently not him.

Bills turned and headed back to the streets, slipping into a nearby bathroom to put on his contacts. He blinked, slightly in a better mood and walked back outside, looking at the stars. He walked on to the pier and sighed, sitting on the bench, watching the stars, he needed more than just one person, but as of the moment, this place was too small. He needed to go to Seattle, therefore, no one would think, its too big of a town, similar to New York, people make a big deal of it for a few days but after a while they would forget about it. That’s were he needed to go. Maybe tomorrow. He leaned back and relaxed.

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[Theodore Rush]

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how i'm supposed to be
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Not really sure of his purpose as a vampire, or what he wanted to do for the next hundred years, he simply drifted from place to place, getting bored of each one so easily it was slightly pathetic. There was nothing to do, and it was so unlikely for him to ever meet anyone interesting. Every time he was hoping it might be different, but usually it never was. He wasn't really sure where he was, but he could smell the ocean. That incredibly salty smell. Ugh, it was enough to make one sick. Oh well, it was where he was going to spend the day. Theo ruffled his hair for a moment before pulling out his guitar. He had bought it a few years back when he decided he wasn't just going to sing by himself and whatnot. He liked how the guitar sounded, and therefore he wanted to try to learn how to play. And now, well he had definitely learned how to, and had started writing his own little songs, small things to pass the endless time. He had a strap, so he could walk around while doing it. Every once in a while he'd take a hat and put it out and see if people would actually give him some money. It worked every now and then, but to most people, he looked too normal to be poor. At least it seemed that way. There was no other possible reason to not give him money, because he could always tell that they liked what he played. And his voice was good, he knew that much. It always made him happy, his own little thing. This was the only thing that could keep him occupied for a long period time. He took a deep breath, wandering along the pier, looking for a good place to sit. There were a couple benches, one with two teenagers making out, one with some old lady who looked like she'd be leaving soon anyway, and one with this random guy who looked....bizarre was the only description he could come up with. He had the looks of someone gothic or emo, it was kind of interesting at the same time as being unusual.

Considering the time period he had come from, it seemed fair enough that he found it odd. Back in the time he was human, it wasn't a normal sight to have some guy wearing make up. At the time it was a women only thing. So although time had passed and he had seen plenty of guys wearing eyeliner and so on, he would never get used to that sort of thing. Of course he could be wrong and that could just be how this guy looked, how was he to know? What Theodore did notice, finally, was that he wasn't human. He hadn't been paying attention to his scent until now, and could establish the fact that this unusual man was a vampire. Theo thought about his options. He could talk, or he could just not. He picked the second option and took the next bench, which was close enough to the other vampire to be seen and to be able to survey the other one, but far enough away so that he'd have decent space to leave if necessary. Glancing at his acoustic guitar, he started tuning it, knowing he had nothing but time on his hands. It was a bit annoying really. Theo sighed and played a tune from this old british band from the sixties. If he remembered correctly, they were called The Beatles. He had once gone to a concert of their's... but of course he had to sneak in because tickets were sold out. Not that he could've afforded it anyway. It was something that had inspired him to try playing the guitar. Those four humans had been fascinating, although the thousands of screaming girls had been irritating, Theo had managed to hear the music, thankfully. At least there were some perks to being a vampire, although he wasn't sure it blocked out the losses of being human. Glancing at the other vampire, he decided to hell with it and spoke to the guy. "Hi, how's it going?" Theo spoke casually, not really expecting much to come of this, but it was worth a try.

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tagged: Billa Schwarz
status: done
notes: sorry it's not the best.
lyrics: Jesus of Suburbia- Green Day
credit: this template and pic belong to me, so please don't take it, thanks.

[Bill Schwarz]

Billa licked his lips and looked at the selection of girls that would walk by, giggle, and laugh. They were hot, but fake. He watched family move by, holding on their children’s hands, but they didn’t look happy. Bill leaned back, watching a particular group that walked by, the kids was on their DS while the parents had a sort of apathy, uncaring look on their faces. More families walked by, some holding hands and laughing, others, or most of them looked grateful just to get out of the open air. Some were alone, maybe just waiting for something to happen with their lives.
Those were the ones that looked for it, they would go places in hopes of meeting that particular, lovey dovey person; compared to some (him being on of those), who wait for it. He figured some people are born were met to suffer, and others got lucky and would live a great life, complete with the ones they love. To him its just luck, maybe in one lifetime you would meet them, but you can’t find it, it comes naturally. And yet, some already got the lucky person, but are just too blind to see it. Most people live without love. That was how Billa considered it. Out of the entire population, only 1% of people actually feel love the most. They were the lucky ones. Others, like that family, tried, never worked out, but it was too late to really change it without fucking up the lives of their children.

The thing was, he always knew he was part of the side that suffered. Mommy always working, daddy being abusive, he was so young, maybe that was why he was a little arrogant, he was a dreamer after all. He knew he was talent in singing and playing the piano, instead, he had to work, getting himself in deeper shit than he needed to. Maybe that was what influenced him to become such a scalding bitch, the fact that all he really wanted was acceptance, but never really got it, not many people care or gave the time to talk to him, always leaving him to fend for himself.

He was pulled out of his thoughts, yet again, by another voice, followed by the smell of another vampire. Defense mode was the only thing that was on his mind, since he was only hunting a while ago, he pulled the shadows around himself as he turned to the other one. Interesting one he is. Long, shaggy hair, red eyes, tall, bulky, compared to bill anyways, he was a complete stranger to Bill. He had never seen him before, but he should play it nice. “Hi, how’s it going?” the latter asked. Bill leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees as he though of a reply, one that wasn’t snappy, miffed sounding, and…well…he would get it. But Bill was Bill, he could only be nice for so long at a time.

“Fine, “he replied. “Yourself?” he asked causally, the thing, was this was another vampire, mostly likely a nomadic vamp, so Bill was careful. He didn’t trust him; after all, if he was anything like Bill, there would be blood tonight. He took a deep breath and smelled the ocean, always a calming smell. He noticed the guitar and asked, “You play?”

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