But a dream (open)

[daimon]

Daimon walked gracefully through the scum filled streets. The humans around him were so miserable, he fed off their pain and anguish. The darkness of their souls fed his every movement. He could feel their sin, their thoughts and their darkest hours were all coming just around the corner... How he longed to take their souls... and dispose of those that would be no use to him. He licked his lips lightly at the sight of a woman, half naked half starved. "If people gave in to their sins... if they had no morales they would not be in this situation." he mused to himself as he walked.

The sight of a hot fire, men and women surrounding it was taken in by daimons gaze.He smiled softly, people comforting themselves around the fire, being together... Human nature was cute. He was out of place, He looked clean, perfect in every way and the men gazed upon him with greed. He smirked. They surrounded him. "How dare you rich fucker come around here and laugh at the poor." The man screamed.

Daimon smiled softly, a light chuckle escaped from his lips.
"How deluded you are Joesph... Antone.... Cid..." He smirked looking around at the three men. They were in complete disbelief. "How do you know my name mother fucker!" Joesph screamed his voice filled with rage. The mans skin was tan and covered in rust and dirt he looked like he was about to die from starvation. Daimon walked over to him... placing his hand on his head he smiled as the man died. The other men looked shocked turning and running now.

"Everyone dies someday and I do my best to be there when they die." He explained to the staring people... "You see... I did not kill him... He died of tuberculous... and these human diseases... They kill you because of your weakness." He pushed the man backwards, the man hit with a loud thud and daimon was gone in a flicker... He flickered away in another alley leaning against the wall waiting... watching and hopping for someone to come, someone he could feed off of... He loved what he had created... sin.

[alaya]

A long day at the end of a long week and for once the slave could have some time to herself. Well if her master knew where she was then she might be in trouble but of course this slave didn't give a damn what anyone said or told her. She was an independent soul even if she was bound to slavery.

She wore a short black dresswith purple corset pattern in the front. Her long black hair was down and she had on high heels. It was one of the most unusual outfits for her to wear, however she still wore her star necklace and cross earring. She was one of the type of girls who would die if told to wear a dress but here she was in one of the shortest dresses she owned. Her hair covered most of the chain tattoo that marked her as a slave. She wanted the mark to disappear but at the same time she wanted it to stay.

Her mind wondered as she walked, that she didn't notice that she was being followed. She awoke from her daze to find herself in an area of the street she wished she hadn't happened upon. It was the are where there were poor humans and vulture of men who prayed on unknowing victims that walked into their territory. She hoped none decided to consider her a likely prey, because she wasn't in the mood to fight or get into any trouble.

[daimon]

The men moved in toward her.
"Hey baby... Wanna have some fun?" One of them mused. They were all considerably drunk.
Suddenly a figure wearing a black muscle shirt and black jeans appeared on top of a building staring down at them. He was handsome in all senses of the word... a light smile played on his lips.
"Well this is one aspect of lust I really dont like... Rapes never been appealing to me but Even I make mistakes." Daimon mused lightly. "If you would kindly leave us alone." He spoke gently his eyes still soft blue. "what the hell you going to do bout it?" One of the thugs mused. Daimon smiled. "3 months, 3 days , 6 hours, 42 mintues and 5 seconds is all you have to live... By speaking to me in such a disrespectful manner that time is considerably shortened. Now if you will please leave her alone." He muttered

Daimon jumped off the building landing in front of the girl. "If you wish." He muttered boardly... Instantly he slipped his dagger outwards slicing through the mans neck. For a moment it appeared as if he had missed but suddenly the mans head slipped down his neck. He had cut the guys head off with such quickness and accuracy. The other men were covered in their comrades blood as it pumped high in the air. A drop landed on daimons lip and he wiped it off sheathing the dagger after a moments notice. The men turned shocked and ran. "the rest of you have a few years." Daimon added with a smile. "See you then." He waved.

He turned to look at her. "I hope your not to emotionally disturbed by the scene you just witnessed. You realize how foolish men can be." Daimon added lightly he leaned up against the wall. The perfection of his every move was flawless and quite graceful. The mans dead body decomposed instantly. "He was a lycan." Daimon explained. Daimons blades specialized in taking down lycans as well as vampires with equal measure. Daimon just hoped the man did not belong to Hiro.

[alaya]

Alaya dared not to look where the voice was coming from. She had turned to face the men that followed her. Great just what she needed. She kept her breathing level not wanting to even the little bit scared, not in front thugs like those. She was thankful for the man interfering, but also she wished he didn't so she could show those men that she was a force to be reckoned with.

A Lycan, she should have guessed. She rolled her eyes and looked at the man. "Thank you for you help" She stated. "And no blood doesn't bother me and he deserved the punishment" Her eyes were full of hatred. Why were men like that, cruel and uncaring.

Alaya watched as the rest of the men ran off not wanting to face the killer. What would have happened if he didn't come. Now she wasn't too sure. Something told her that she might have been able to protect herself, yet she was suddenly having doubts. That wasn't a good thing, for all she knew this man in front of her could be worse. She looked back at what was left of the Lycan. "Did you really have to kill him though?" She asked as she fixed her hair, well more like played with it since she had nothing better to do.

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[[ careful about your post lengths, my dear! ]]

[alaya]

[[sorry about that. thanks for the reminder]]