It Just Happened ;; Jack

[Sali Idlayel]

There was blood, just so much blood on the ground creeping it's way towards the drains of the alleyway. It's metallic smell filled the air as it mixed with the smell of rotting food and flesh. Already the body was beginning to degrade despite it only being officially dead for an hour or so. To normal people it wouldn't smell like anything other than the perfume the woman had been wearing but to a vampire like Salidavia, it smelled like death. Shreds of skin littered the area around her as the petite Irish vampire curled up against the wall, staring at the woman she had destroyed. The woman wasn't just any old woman, she was a half breed.

Half breeds were a new thing, a mix of werewolf and human. Vampires physically couldn't reproduce despite some recent literature, so the half breeds were wonderfully disgusting beings. Werewolves tended to breed to werewolves, but there were the normal rogues who loved humans too much. Sadly, these beings were more evil than nice and had little to no self control. Sali had never seen such a thing act on instinct so much before in her entire existence. In all 400+ years of being a vampire she had never seen an instinctive human being quite like a half breed and most of those encounters had been deadly to humans. Poor humans, always being destroyed by something.

This time the half breed had picked on the wrong girl. Sali had decided to lure her dinner in on a sexual basis, deciding to play a little bit. There was no attraction to women for Sali outside of dinner but she had gotten bored with the typical chase them down and eat them deal. So, this girl had been the lucky pull but that quickly went downhill when she decided to attack Sali. Sali wasn't a weak vampire in the least, she was rather strong for her size and possessed a better set of speed than most other vampires. She was blazingly fast but this halfling had kept up with her which only pissed Sali off.

The problem with pissing off a vampire was the angrier one got, the less control they had. At least the ones from Sali's day since apparently younger vampires had learned a value of self-control. Not Salidavia Idlayel, she acted on pure impulse when she got furious and this is what happens. The woman was shredded, unidentifiable since Sali had practically ripped her face off. Large chunks of skin were torn off, laying across the ground while the gaping wound in the woman's chest seeped out the last bits of blood. That was the worst, the hole in her heart area where Sali had plunged her hand in an attempt to get the woman to die. Ripping out someones heart was a great way to kill them and Sali had used a knife to aid in that attempt.

Now Sali was in pure shock at what she had done. She had never gotten that angry and had never done that to a person before. The smell of the blood was actually making her sick but she couldn't force herself to pull away and leave the body for someone else to find. Shaking, covered in the blood and dealing with a few nasty wounds herself(which were slowly healing by themselves), Salidavia didn't know what to do. She was well over 300 years old and didn't know what to do. Three lifetimes worth of wars and horrors unlike any other human being could have ever witnessed and she was at a loss as to what to do. Maybe someone would come along and scare her out of her stupor. That was unlikely, she didn't scare easily either, but one could only hope...

[Jack Sullivan]

For the second time since they left the building he shifted the strap of the knapsack that rested on his shoulder. The weight of whatever his partner for the night had pulled out of that safe was killing. Apparently, he was good enough to be involved in the extraction of said object, but he wasn't privileged enough to know what it was. He'd like to know what exactly he'd almost been killed over tonight. Because getting shot out was not as fun as most people though it was, especially grazes the side of your face. His cheek was still on fire.

Pale fingers tightened their hold on the strap as his yellow eyes watch Mr. Buzzkill beside him. Tonight had been about teaching Jack to play well with others. It would seem his new boss wasn't all that thrilled when he'd come alone a few nights ago. If he'd have know staking annoyingly yapping vampires in the chest was against the rules then he'd done it sooner. Breaking rules was what he was born to do, and pushing this old man's button was more than to his own father's buttons.

Seriously, who needed a partner in this business?

Ninety percent of their clients, and targets, were all human. Which put them at a natural advantage being the undead. If he had a to have a partner he'd prefer one that didn't throw furniture out of a window as an escape route. Everyone on that street was officially watching that window to see what was about to fall out, and okay so it had worked in their favor when the already dead guard came tumbling out. He'd like one to nag less and fight more. A good time wasn't exactly slipping out a side window to avoid more personal security. They all head heartbeats! He'd been forced to run as from humans.

He was messing with the strap again, and weighing his option about using whatever was in this bag to knock the idiot vampire next to him out, when a smell caught his attention. With the adrenaline of the job (not exactly the rush he'd been looking having to think fast to get them out before the cops showed up) leaving his system he knew that smell. He ran his tongue over his fangs as he slowed down before moving completely out of the mouth of an alley.

There was something back their bleeding. No, not a something, a someone. Inhaling deeply a dark smirk spread across his face; a lot of human blood. All of a sudden whatever was in the bag slung over his shoulder wasn't as exciting. Yellow eyes stared into the shadows in the alley as he came to a complete stop.

"Sullivan, what are. . ." he didn't let the jackass finish the question. Instead he just let the bag slid from his grip before tossing it to the vampire. Whatever protests, if there was any, were ignored as he moved into the alley. Earlier he'd played by the rules and left one body. A body that wouldn't of had to happen if someone wouldn't have caused a scene to get away from a group of pulsar to impress a vampire none of them really liked.

Now he was following his noise. Well, mostly his stomach. Self control was easier when you generally cared about the outcome of whatever it was you were trying to control. He sort of figured with whole now dead thing that having to care about anything remotely human was a waste of his eternity. Plus, as sad it was there wasn't much for him to care about his next job and where he was going to feed next. He was just hoping his next job was a little bit more exciting than a broken window and a squashed body guard.

The farther he got into the alley the stronger the smell was. It wasn't long before he found out way. "There a reason she's in pieces? Cause dat's just a waste of food," his Brooklyn accent was amused as his yellow eyes looked at the ground of the alley that was littered with pieces of someone.

[Sali Idlayel]

Taking in a deep breath of the delicious smell that Sali had now surrounded herself with, she attempted to gather herself. It was quite a shock that she had torn someone to shreds simply because she was angry and it wasn't going to help her to keep looking at it all. Although, the smell was relaxing her since blood smelled like fresh baked cookies to a human. It was intoxicating, almost, irresistible for any normal vampire. With another deep breath she went to stand but heard footsteps that made her stop short.

Turning her face to the vampire that now stood not far from her, she gave a slightly sly smile. "I got angry," Sali's voice a bit wispy. "In my entire existence I've only done this one other time. It's a bit of a...shock but it's fun." Sadistic much? Sali hid that side of her, the side that enjoyed ripping people apart and shoving her hand into their hearts and bursting them with a squeeze. It was easier to hide it since not many other people enjoyed the feeling of taking a humans life like that. There were a few she had met, but they preferred to keep it hidden as well so she rarely ever did anything remotely like this.

Slowly standing she realized she was so very petite standing next to this vampire. Sniffing the air a bit, Sali wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "What in hte heavens were you carrying? You smell rather...gross, dare I say..." There was her old way of talking, a habit she would never be able to break. Growing up in the 1700s with the distinct speech that was common to the era made it hard to not talk like it. Luckily she had picked up some of the more common ways of talking in the current time but ever so often she would drop it. "I do have a mess to clean up...or shall I just leave it?" She pondered aloud, looking to the new vampire in front of her. "Salidavia Idlayel...nice to meet you..." She said with a gentle smile, giving a little curtsey.

[Jack Sullivan]

'I got angry.'

Pale fingers hooked in his belt as he whistled low to himself. When he was angry he usually went to the fights out by the docks. All sorts of creatures found their way to moldy warehouses. It was easier to hide the bodies in the Hudson River when one of the fighters didn't make it out of the ring. It was a risk they all took. Ripping people apart was just a waist of a good time and good blood.

'In my entire existence I've only done this one other time. It's a bit of a...shock but it's fun.'

"Don't know about that," he had this aversion to being covered in blood. The way that it dried and flaked on his skin made him itch all over. Plus, it was a waste to have it all over him, to get it all over the streets. His tongue ran over his fangs. The old man had this rule against blood drunk. Just like a rule of being seen, of getting attached, or of knowing too much about the whole picture. Whole picture. There was no big picture when it came to the old man; just money and power.

'What in hte heavens were you carrying? You smell rather...gross, dare I say...'

"Above my pay grade appahently," but not above his skill to break into. Which was only a matter of time. The old man had certain clients he met with face-to-face. Jack had a knack for putting his nose where it didn't belong. It was the reason he didn't want a partner. He brought death down on enough people around him.

'I do have a mess to clean up...or shall I just leave it? Salidavia Idlayel...nice to meet you...'

This mess wasn't his problem, "da' bulls'll be chasin' there tails wid this one. Might as well leave it." The old man wouldn't like the answer cause it wasn't all neat and clean. It would leave too many questions and people would start to panic. Let them panic and fear the shadows. It was more fun for him that way.

"Jack," his hand moved from his belt to pocket where he dug for his smokes. It didn't take long for his pale fingers to to find what the looking for. Even less time passed between him lightening a match off the wall and lightening the end not in his mouth. The harsh glow casting shadows across his pale face. "Ya' sound a long way for home." As for him he'd grown up not far from where they standing. He wondered if the blood had stained red in his parent's bedroom. There had been so much if that night.

[Sali Idlayel]

This vampire had the thickest New York accent she had ever heard, but he most certainly wasn't young. He was a bit older and his accent led her to believe he was around in the time of the depression. Sali hadn't been in New york at that time but she had been wandering the entire US in hopes of finding somewhere to live. Although, it hadn't been an easy thing traveling so when she did finally settle down, she had chosen New York. "It may not seem much like fun but it is. It's nice to just let the animal loose," she said softly as she stood. Sali took one look at herself and was surprised she wasn't absolutely covered in blood but she had some splashed across her skin. No wonder she was a little itchy.

His suggestion of leaving the mess for the cops to find was a good one. She had left them a few presents over the past few weeks, her calling card of sorts. Now, she hadn't left them shredded bodies like this unless a client said to do so but she had stripped a piece of skin off of all of the bodies. It sucked when they now knew her calling card and knew what to look for. All a part of the game. "I guess I will leave it..." she mumbled with a nod, taking a deep breath. He noticed her brogue and knew she wasn't from the states to begin with.

A smirk lifted her lips a bit, and she nodded. "Well, Jack, you're correct. I've been a long way from home for a long time. I'm originally from Ireland, born in 1541 and turned when I was twenty-twp," she gave a soft smile with a light nod before rubbing some dried blood from her arm. This Jack did smell awful, like something was rotting or of the like. "I suggest a shower, my dear. Smells of something rotting or already rotted away in whatever it's encased in..."

[Jack Sullivan]

'It may not seem much like fun but it is. It's nice to just let the animal loose.'

The only response was to grunt as he let himself fall against the alley wall. Smoke trailed from his nose as his yellow eyes moved to the mouth of alley. He'd never been one for tearing his victims apart. All it did was cause a mess and he didn't get paid by the carnage. People paid him to kill people and walk away: no evidence, no questions, and nothing bed dead ends for the cops. It was just another reason he preferred to kill with knives. Guns left a paper trail behind them. Knives were easy to get a hold of, easy to dispose of, and harder to track.

'I guess I will leave it...'

He pulled his gaze from the street and back to the vampire. One of his eyebrows went into his fringe of hair falling across his hair; which was apparently too long if the Old Man's scowl was anything to go by. "What else would ya' do with it?" A few of the others took trophies from each of their jobs. Jack never really saw the point of it. Already the jobs were started to run together. It wasn't that Jack wasn't above making a statement. He just didn't do it by taking a token or ripping the bodies apart because he could. Plus, he hated being covered in blood. It made his skin itch.

'Well, Jack, you're correct. I've been a long way from home for a long time. I'm originally from Ireland, born in 1541 and turned when I was twenty-twp.'

Ireland wasn't that far away from the city. His father use to joke that if you stood on of the Brooklyn Bridge and squinted you could see Ireland. It was about the only time either of his parents every talked about where the came from. All his mother would ever tell them was that living in the past never solved the problems of the future, but he was learning that a person's past could shape their future.

'I suggest a shower, my dear. Smells of something rotting or already rotted away in whatever it's encased in...'

"Won't mattah where I'm goin'." All sort of things showed up the warehouse fights. Most of the warehouse permanently smell of cigarettes, booze, and blood. "Ya' should get close and personal wild a demon sometime," smoke trailed from his lips as a pale hand pulled his cigarette out. Calloused fingers dumped ash onto the already littered alleyway.