Wondrous Night (open)

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Kayen smirked slowly to the Angel as he listened to him trying to talk the situation down. The Vampire actually looked like he was thinking about it and then he let out a loud, exaggerated "HA!!!!!!" He rolled his eyes and then he made a rare mistake. Kayen pulled the gun away from the head of the Human and pointed it towards the kneeling Angel and he pulled the trigger. As the gunshot rang out and the bullet traveled through the air, Kayen shoved the Human aside with his arm that was around his neck.

[jared]

Jarrett hadn't really heard anything the Angel said to the Vampire. As soon as he saw the wings he began to cry. He didn't mean to start crying. It was just that the image had been so beautiful. He had never seen anything as lovely, as purely incandescent. It literally took his breath away.

It didn't make him want to be an angel or anything but it reminded him that there was another force out there at work. It reminded him of good and evil. And for a moment he thought again of whether the Vampire was truly evil. And if this one in particular really had his best interests at heart. It was odd though, he didn't think he was bewitched or anything, but he was still considering meeting him at the graveyard. Even in the face of the clear presence of an Angel.

The realization sunk deep within his chest and he wondered if he was evil because of it, for wanting immortality. For wanting more time. His hands tightened on the arm at his neck instinctively as he felt the gun being pulled from his temple. It was almost as if he was making an subconscious attempt at holding on to something he was afraid was going to get away from him. And then he was shoved away and he felt like it was gone. The power.

He heard the gunshot go off and he looked at the Angel. He didn't want the Angel to die because of him. He hit the railing of the pier and crashed against it. The boy slumped down against the wooden planks that made up the surface of the dock. His body hurt. He didn't think anything was broken but it hurt. His eyes lifted from the ground. he couldn't see the Angel wings anymore. He was sure he'd just caused the Angel to die.

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Dumb. When the vampire started his 'ha' thing, Malachi instinctively moved to encase himself in his own wings, his body fully hidden behind a mass of feathers and sinew. Thus, the bullet, haphazardly squeezed off on the fly, thokked unpleasantly into one of his beautiful white wings, but thankfully little more.

Unfortunately, despite his powers of healing and innate immortality, being shot still hurt like a motherfucker. Malachi roared in pain as the metal from the high-powered gun tore through his living flesh, the scent of gunpowder and iron-rich blood filling the air. The wing now looked as though it had been hit with a large crimson paintball, the blood splatted around the site of the wound and dripping down the feathers below it. Damn, was Chi pissed now-- if there was one thing he hated, it was being shot at. The angel was a good man and a righteous soldier, but there was just no expecting him to have someone rip a hole in his wing and be all peaches and cream. The Industrial Revolution had long since passed, but there was something about guns that the angel had just never grown fond of. Then again, melee-type fighting had always been his thing.

However, it was less his dislike of firearms that was on his mind now and more his kneejerk reaction to the vampire's aggression-- to light up like a Christmas tree and come after the bastard. The light was a holy glow-- a full-body halo, if you will, of light that encased the angel when he needed it and generally offended the unholy. The more cowardly or those with weaker stomachs were sometimes nauseated by it; he didn't hope for that with this particular foe, though, and rapidly tensed for a spring. Chi pulled his huge, damaged wings back and down with surprising agility. He gave one immensely painful but powerful stroke of the aforementioned wings and launched himself at Kayen, his fist coiled to land a nice right hook on the vampire's face. The other hand was poised to grab the gun, which Malachi fully intended to throw in the ocean if he could surprise the vampire enough with a punch to get the weapon out of his hands.

It might've been funny, that Malachi was willingly putting up with all this mess to save the human he was currently ignoring...and who was also still very much considering becoming a vampire himself. He had no idea this was the case, assuming Jarrett had simply almost been a meal, but even if he had known, one could be certain that Chi would put himself in harm's way to keep the boy out of trouble. Not only was it his job, but his reason for existence, his impetus, his dharma. Some called it a savior complex, but Malachi was just an angel and nothing more. He was a divine tool, a puppet, allowed some vague mimicry of free will while he resided on Earth in a mortal body, but that was it. Sure, he couldn't technically stop the human from being willingly turned, but there were all kinds of loopholes one discovered when they'd been saving humans from situations like this since the BC - AD switchover.

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Kayen grinned slowly as he saw the blood on the wing and then he smelled it. He was about to pull the trigger again when the Angel lit up like a Christmas tree and then flew towards him. The holy light hurt the eyes of the Vampire and they closed, but he instinctively squeezed the trigger and the bullet flew perfectly to meet the Angel in the middle of his leap.

Even if the bullet didn't stop the Angel, it was more of an instinctive shot anyway. Kayen was blinded, so if the fist reached his jaw he was powerless to stop it and the fist cracked upon his face. He reeled back and the gun flew out of his hand and splashed into the water. "SHIT!" Kayen hissed as he quickly spun away from the Angel a few meters.

He was able to open his eyes again and stared at the Angel. He then reached under his trench coat with his arms crossed and came back with a silver sai in each hand. He grinned as he twirled the blade in his left hand and then he pointed it to the Angel as he whispered "you want some? C'mon and I'll send you home, scum!"

[jared]

Jarrett pushed himself up. It was very obvious to him that he had no place in this fight. If he even tried to intervene he would likely be killed. He looked up, forced to shield his eyes from the light coming off the Angel. He was glad the Angel was alive. He didn't want either of them to get hurt. He thought maybe the two would stopp fighting if he wasn't there. He looked up at both of them briefly before pulling himself a few feet along the edge of the pier. He pulled himself up, annoyed that his clothes were dirty but glad he was alright otherwise. With a last glance at the two of them he started running along the pier. This was too much to deal with, Angels, Vampires. They were both real. Did that mean he was going to go to hell now for wanting to become a Vampire?

((OOC: Sorry its so short, not much else for him to do. But run. LOL))

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The vampire skittered away, and Malachi heard the plop of the gun into the water.

And the burning, eating pain of being shot directly in the stomach. He hadn't quite felt it, as odd as it seemed, until he landed, and the full force of the pain hit him. It had the angel doubled over, grasping his stomach in a deep grimace. He knelt back down again where he was, one hand braced on the pavement, the other on his stomach, the full force of his healing power directed at the wound in an effort to heal what he could of it before many toxins leaked into his bloodstream. That was the trouble with stomach wounds, of which he'd had too many to count-- they required immediate treatment, otherwise he'd be poisoned by his own stomach acid, and that was a pain in the ass.

Malachi coughed a few times, and then spat out a mouthful of blood on the pavements. "Euurrghh..." He coughed again, feeling dizzy but mildly better now that he could feel his powers beginning to work on his wound. "Seriously? I've been shot twice and am unarmed. The only reason I would've fought you has run off. No, I don't 'want some.'" If his tone was a little exasperated, it was easy to blame it on the gaping wound in his stomach. Sure, he was ancient as hell and a being of spirit, essentially, but being gutshot-- and at near point blank range-- fucking hurt. Again. If there was any downside to being earthbound, it was the bleeding thing.

"Ahh...shit. Shiiit." He looked back up at the vampire, still bright in the night with his own inner light...though it was a bit dimmer now that his attention was elsewhere. His face was a grimacing scowl and he was half covered in blood, but he still gave off that pure, undeniable good-guy vibe. "I have other things to take care of-- we'll save this for another day. Until then."

And with that, Chi gave another powerful blast of those wings, this time with an audible groan of pain, and leapt into the air, one arm still wrapped tightly around his midsection. He hovered for a moment or two, and then, with another few mighty flaps, he was off and fully airborne, the angel's beautiful face a mask of pain the whole time.

He flew off in the direction the boy had run, his holy light fading for the time being. Malachi had felt his fear, his awe, his confusion-- he wanted to speak with the human for a moment or two, clear a few things up. Give him some pointers on identifying bloodthirsty vampires. And it didn't take more than a minute to find him-- he may have been a quick runner, but flying was generally always faster than running. Chi would do his best to land in front of the kid, but his wing was still fucked up, and while flight was still possible, landing was a little more difficult. Mostly, he sortof plopped unceremoniously onto the ground, lacking his usual grace. In fact, he just straightaway sat down where he was. He'd just been shot twice-- he felt sitting wouldn't be too strange an act for him. "Hey....you." Malachi sucked in another greedy breath, trying to ignore the pain in his stomach and the dizziness in his head from blood loss. Humans were important. He had to keep going. "We need to-- erghh- talk...about you avoiding vampires in the future. N' stuff." He folded his unhurt wing in close to himself, the wounded one left slightly unfurled. Out of courtesy, he'd allow the human to see them until Malachi felt it was bothering or worrying the boy.

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Kayen hissed as the Angel flew away after the Human. Oh hell no! This meddling, feathered freak was not going to ruin a potential turn! As the Vampire turned his Sais downward, he sniffed the bloody scent of the Angel and then he smirked as he bolted forward after the two. His body was a blur as he came from behind the Angel who was sitting on the ground.

As he drew near, Kayen lifted both hands with the blades pointed downward and slightly inward. When he was close enough, Kayen stabbed both blades downwards directly towards the neck and shoulders of the Angel. He was going for the kill, hell bent on getting rid of this damned thing once and for all! As he stabbed downwards, Kayen yelled loudly "DIE!!!!!!!"

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(( May I jump in, darlings? :] ))

felix ;;


It had been quiet, as Felix had come out alone. Lucian was sleeping, an she decided that it was best to just walk around and think things over. After all, what better way than to roam the city? She knew the streets from her nights as a wolf, as well as doing her job, capturing slaves. Felix was pretty good at what she did, but didn't really enjoy it too much. However, it brought in the money, and that was all she really cared about. The scent of blood hit her, and immediately, Felix was able to identify it as angel blood easily. She had dealt with them in the past.

Her footsteps made no noise, but the smell of human an vampire mixed together, and the injured angel came into sight first. Oh. Of course she knew Kayen Storm, head vampire. She grinned, feeling that she could intercede, for a moment. This would be fun. Felix had already managed to piss of Edward, head physic vampire, and just pissing off another one would be wonderful.

She placed her hand on the hilt her sword, though really, it was a double. Steel was on the outside, and within, wood for bothersome vampires that wouldn't go down. She grinned, her speed impeccable perfect, drawing her sword as Kayen's came down, effectively blocking, placing herself as the angel's defender. "Sorry, Mister Kayen, but that's not gonna happen to him anytime soon."

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Jarrett hadn't thought that he would get completely away from this situation. He'd seen enough of the movies and read enough to know that the person running was always chased. No sooner had he looked back over his shoulder than he's seen the looming form of the Angel flying toward him. What should have been beautiful, glorious, was terrifying. The man was handsome, that wasn't it at all. It was all the blood and the bit of ruined flesh visible beneath the shirt that caught his eyes. For the Human there was no allure in the macabre, not yet anyway.

The wings themselves didn't bother him. If the Angel hadn't been shot full of holes Jarrett's reaction would have been different. He sucked in a breath, looking back over his shoulder. His feet missed the curb. The boy fell, arms and legs tumbling, flayed across the grass in front of him. The next moment the Angel was landing in front of him. The boy pushed himself up off the grass and swallowed. He didn't know why but he didn't think that big Vampire Lord was going to let either of them get too far. This wasn't over. Jarrett recovered enough to say, "Hi. Are you going to be okay?"

"We need to-- erghh- talk...about you avoiding vampires in the future. N' stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Jarrett asked, figuring that the N'Stuff part was more crucial at this stage in the game. He was looking at the Angel but there was something moving behind him. His eyes couldn't make it out in the darkness. By the time he saw what it was, or rather who, all he had time for was to open his mouth to almost say - look out.

The words were trapped in his throat as the next series of events transpired. In the next moment it seemed like three people were all trying to kill each other and or stop them from killing someone else. If he'd been in less danger, Jarrett might have asked for popcorn. His eyes drifted from the big Vampire to the new person to the Angel. His eyes told the man that he was sorry. It sure seemed to him that this good guy was having a really bad night.

He didn't worry about running this time. He figured it would only involve his being chased down, someone attacking someone else, maybe even him. He knew that at least two of the three others weren't interested in hurting him tonight, so given the situation he was most likely safe. Or as safe as he could be considering. He sat up into more of a seated position and just waited to see what would happen.

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Malachi had just opened his mouth to reply to Jarrett's inquiry about the aforementioned 'stuff' when he felt a brush of wind against his feathers-- as though someone had just run up behind him-- and a man's voice, yelling 'DIE!' The angel had tensed for the blow, one of his hands lifted from its steadying posture on the ground, his back half-twisted around, face in an annoyed, surprised grimace and eyes locked on the sais poised just above his spine.

It was quite another shock altogether when the blade of a sword slid beneath his shoulderblades and the murderous daggers. "Sorry, Mister Kayen, but that's not gonna happen to him anytime soon." At that, the angel slumped backwards in relief, letting out a puff of air and letting his head loll back slightly, looking at both the homicidal vampire and his mysterious rescuer from the ground. "Light'a heaven, that was close...thank youu." He felt a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and decided it was time to step away from the crossed blades of the vampire and the werewolf.

Malachi scrambled away from the two, his eyes moving to study his rescuer, protective arm still around his midsection, healing and trying to stem the bleeding at the same time. It was a woman-- a werewolf, he sensed, and a very young one. She had quite the formidable look to her, though, with floating red hair and dangerous green eyes. Chi was glad to have her standing between himself and the vampire, who she called 'Kayen.' He needed a minute to put himself back together. He did find it a little odd to have someone come to his rescue, though. Most supernaturals hated his kind. He kept an eye on her, but went to crouch next to the human.

Ever a guardian, Malachi kept himself between the boy and the fight going on before him, his eyes sharp and muscles tensed for the spring. He kept his strong hand, the one that wore the golden gauntlet, one the ground, ready to push off for a strike if he had to. The other hand was still aglow with holy light, working to mend the hole in him. It wasn't going well, with all the interruptions he'd had, and the angel had lost a lot of blood. He was going to start getting dizzy if the bleeding didn't stop soon-- Malachi regathered his focus and doubled his attention to the gunshot wound. Just a few minutes to himself were all he needed.

Nervous, wary eyes glanced further around the dark pier, hoping there were no other creepy crawlies nearby. Any vampire or lycan in the area would've smelled his blood immediately. It was distinctive to begin with, and there was starting to be a fuck ton of it. He supposed that was how the werewolf had found him. A sigh left the angel's harried mouth. "When will they learn I don't really die? Annoying little..." A pain-filled scowl finished the sentence-- the angel's blue-gray eyes turned in the direction of the human whose fate had been the start of this scuffle. There was an apology on the boy's face-- it melted something in the battle-hardened angel's heart. "Don't worry about it, s' just a little blood. Are you okay?" He glanced back at the vampire-- Kayen-- with some well-earned wariness. At least the guns were gone now. If the werewolf could disarm him, and if Malachi could heal himself quickly enough, he thought there was a pretty good chance he could outfight the vampire in hand-to-hand combat.

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With a loud, annoyed hiss Kayen's glowing red eyes grew huge as he saw the Lycan's sword intercept his own blades. "BITCH!!!" he growled as he spun around away from the sword and lifted his left leg to send one of his heavy boots towards the midsection of the girl with a perfect back kick. As he spun all the way through the kick, Kayen was about to make the Angel's night even worse because only one of his guns were gone.

As he came out of the turn, Kayen threw the sai from his right hand, point first directly towards the body of the Lycan. His hand kept moving in a blur, under the back of his trench coat and back out with a second 9mm Beretta. Within a second, Kayen had started to back up quickly and pulled the trigger five times. Five bullets which were filled with liquid silver tore through the air towards all three people because of Kayen's angle.

He was not stupid enough to fight a two-on-one battle, so Kayen had put his back towards the city. This kid was not worth it and Kayen could deal with the other two individually at a later time. He took a step back into the darkness of an alley and at the same time, he faded into the blackness thanks to one of his powers. Even though he had vanished, his voice echoed "you will all see me again... it'll be the last thing you see!!!" His voice faded into evil laughter and then he was gone... for now.

Moving like a black gas through the alley, Kayen seeped through an opened sewer grate and rushed through the underground tunnels back towards his home... and the graveyard.

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Felix dodged the kick, having the ability to predict one's moves came in handy. After all, she was no common martial artist. The werewolf had learned from some of the best, and, in reality, was coming up for a counter attack when the bullets rang out. Of course, there was no way in heaven or hell that she was strong enough, or fast enough to dodge them. Three hit her left shoulder, and Felix was on one knee as Kayen left, giving a sigh of relief. Sheathing her sword, the right hand was now pressed to the wounds, all closely located. Felix bit her lip. Silver mixed with werewolf blood was bad in any case, and having three of them embedded in her shoulder wasn't really helping at all.

The werewolf turned to the two men behind her. She didn't know either of them, but, still, this wasn't really that bad. "Lucian's gonna kill me when he finds out there's more bullets to get taken care of," Felix muttered, knowing that he wouldn't be pleased. "You're welcome," she said, sitting down on th ground, inspecting her shoulder. "What, might I ask, were you fucking thinking taking on Kayen? I know that you're an angel and whatnot, but still . . " Felix could feel where the bullets were, and grimaced. This wouldn't be fun. She could feel the poison seeping through her body; pretty soon, she would feel dizzy, and then, be paralyzed.

She had been poisoned by silver before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience, having to deal with it on her own. It hurt worse than ever, and had put her out of commision for a couple of days. Hopefully, these would come out easier, and thus, lead to less pain. She had already been shot a week before, in her leg, and the pain was terrible, though Lucian had healed her. It wasn't as though Felix could have helped that one though; in werewolf form, everything was different. "Sorry. I'm Felix Delos." She always introduced herself, no matter who. It was common for her to do so, for she felt that it was the way things should operate.