"Booker?"
"What?"
"I have a problem."
"Lemme guess, it's your little pest?"
"Yes, she left the mansion."
"And?"
"She can't think she can go wandering off now."
"Okay, anda seem to be having a conversation with yourself, little brother."
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Ha! Me? She isn't my pet!"
"Dammit, Booker.. Fine. Send in her bro-"
"NO!"
"What? Why?"
"He's busy..."
"Dammit! Fine I guess I'll deal with her."
-.-.-
A knock shattered the broken silence. I looked up, who wanted to bother me, now?
Damian barged in, his eyes blazing, his lips drawn into a frown; his brows furrowed.
"Mother fu-" was all I could say, before his hands coiled around me and slammed onto the bed. His face was red from.. frustration? atau something else. His breath was warm and moist and the whole situation had got hot and heavy too fast. I slammed him off me, with a brute force that was all too new.
Slowly, Damian recovered from the impact and breathed quietly. "Sorry. I-I just.. anda see, when I'm angry the whole vampire comes out." He sat on a nearby chair and looked at me with his eyes full of regret, but that quickly changed as he remembered what he was here for,"Why'd anda leave?"
"Am I not aloud to leave?" I remarked.
"Not after sunset.."
"Lame..."
"Again, why did anda leave?"
"I wanted to take a walk."
"Nice, now tell me the real reason."
"That [i]is[i] the real reason." I couldn't tell him, he find Terror and tell him everything.
"Am I suppose to believe you?"
"You don't have to, but it's the truth."
"Okay, Blade, but you're not aloud to leave this mansion, without me, ever again. Are we clear?"
"About clear as the blood anda drink."
"What wrong?" His eyes narrowed.
"Let me get this straight: I can't leave because [i]you're[i] afraid. Not to sound like the bad guy here, but you're kinda being a p-" I cleared my throat,"wimp?"
Annoyance pierced his words as he hissed,"Whatever, Blade, if I even see anda pindah toward any of the exits in this place, I'll rip your fangs out."
"Don't worry, nothing in the world would make me want to leave this [i]amazing[i] palace of torture."
"Good. makan malam in an hour."
"What lebih blood?"
"Only the best."
"Thanks but no thanks."
Damian's face darkened,"Than anda can sit in here and starve."
"Good! I'd rather die than be like you."
Stopping at the door, he turned, his eyes narrowed,"You can't fight it forever, you'll give in, trust me." And with that he slammed the door and I was left futher into this damn vampire thing, than I wanted to be.
"What?"
"I have a problem."
"Lemme guess, it's your little pest?"
"Yes, she left the mansion."
"And?"
"She can't think she can go wandering off now."
"Okay, anda seem to be having a conversation with yourself, little brother."
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Ha! Me? She isn't my pet!"
"Dammit, Booker.. Fine. Send in her bro-"
"NO!"
"What? Why?"
"He's busy..."
"Dammit! Fine I guess I'll deal with her."
-.-.-
A knock shattered the broken silence. I looked up, who wanted to bother me, now?
Damian barged in, his eyes blazing, his lips drawn into a frown; his brows furrowed.
"Mother fu-" was all I could say, before his hands coiled around me and slammed onto the bed. His face was red from.. frustration? atau something else. His breath was warm and moist and the whole situation had got hot and heavy too fast. I slammed him off me, with a brute force that was all too new.
Slowly, Damian recovered from the impact and breathed quietly. "Sorry. I-I just.. anda see, when I'm angry the whole vampire comes out." He sat on a nearby chair and looked at me with his eyes full of regret, but that quickly changed as he remembered what he was here for,"Why'd anda leave?"
"Am I not aloud to leave?" I remarked.
"Not after sunset.."
"Lame..."
"Again, why did anda leave?"
"I wanted to take a walk."
"Nice, now tell me the real reason."
"That [i]is[i] the real reason." I couldn't tell him, he find Terror and tell him everything.
"Am I suppose to believe you?"
"You don't have to, but it's the truth."
"Okay, Blade, but you're not aloud to leave this mansion, without me, ever again. Are we clear?"
"About clear as the blood anda drink."
"What wrong?" His eyes narrowed.
"Let me get this straight: I can't leave because [i]you're[i] afraid. Not to sound like the bad guy here, but you're kinda being a p-" I cleared my throat,"wimp?"
Annoyance pierced his words as he hissed,"Whatever, Blade, if I even see anda pindah toward any of the exits in this place, I'll rip your fangs out."
"Don't worry, nothing in the world would make me want to leave this [i]amazing[i] palace of torture."
"Good. makan malam in an hour."
"What lebih blood?"
"Only the best."
"Thanks but no thanks."
Damian's face darkened,"Than anda can sit in here and starve."
"Good! I'd rather die than be like you."
Stopping at the door, he turned, his eyes narrowed,"You can't fight it forever, you'll give in, trust me." And with that he slammed the door and I was left futher into this damn vampire thing, than I wanted to be.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate oleh touching you), retractable malaikat wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered oleh KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused oleh her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate oleh touching you), retractable malaikat wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered oleh KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused oleh her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless kemeja with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, anda want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless kemeja with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, anda want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.