A peaceful walk, a dark mind

[Tavarius]

Heavy bootstrides clicked along the paved sidewalk, the sound resounding and echoing off of the buildings. The man who was the maker of those sounds was making no effort to stay queit, and had no reason to. Why be subtle when no one was there? Though in the vampire's case, he was never subtle. To be tactful was a wasted effort, it was trying to be polite when the entire general populace was undeserving of such. No, it was far better to be gruff and uncaring. That way no one bugged you. Vampires were annoying, and mortals were cowards and not much better off than the filth beneath his shoes. Nothing was innocent about his expression, as he was lost in his perpetual dark thoughts.

He was certianly one who looked shady, though it could simply be that his fashion sense wasn't the best. A white button-down hung loosely on Tavarius's torso, only done up to the middle of his torso. Above that it hung open, exposing a well-defined chest, and the top of a six-pack. Before he had been bitted, the vampire had taken pains to make sure his physique was in top shape. That didn't change after, even if most everything else did.

Black pants, boots, and a long trench-coat completed the outfit. The coat was put on only grudgingly, seeing as the vampire hated such things. Yet the temperature was still chill, and the wind was plain brutal. Maybe in another month he could without it, and that was a month he could hardly wait. Black eyes sparkled coldly, his ebon locks strewn wherever they fell. For once he hadn't touched his pride and joy (AKA his hair), or done anything with it. Today his long dark hair hung loose, spilling down his back and around his face.

A glance was paid to the sky, to gauge the time. A little past midnight, not bad. Now to determine exactly what he was doing here. Perhaps catching a snack wouldn't be out of order, there was still hours left before the sun would drive him back the Lost hideout. Pausing at a street corner, Tavarius wished he had a cigarette or something of that nature. If he somehow got cancer and died, so be it. It's not like anyone would miss him anyhow.

[Sio Sicili]

Another..Glorious of hair and beauty envoloped the man Tavarius, he seemed like a god compared to Sio, the vampire whose eyes strayed upon him. Has he walked, jumping along each rooftop and landing with elegance to leer at the man, almost desiring to speak to him, for this man would catch many ladies eyes and surely Sio would deserve some company, a friend to make. Maybe they could even have a double date, has long has he wasn't too aggressive.

Advancing ahead.

Sio managed, his wolf hides allowing him pure free body movement and warmth that was unbelievable, there wasn't a anyone alive warmer than him upon this night, except maybe in a few tropic areas. The dark cloak, which had strung from his silver spiky hair, which wasn't his greatest valuable physical thing. Nor was he buff and rough, like Tavarius who had the six pack, Sio simply was lean, his muscles shaped and outlined and no fat preceeding.

Removing the hood which had covered the dark green orbs, which were his eyes he landed, upon the corner and waited, his silver hair and eyes glistening in the moonlight has it rained down upon his face. Then has the man would go further on, he would be confronted face to face with Sio, whose teeth sharpened and glistened ready to unleash upon him and remove his neck, for his right hand was placed upon a sword ready to stab out.

" Why hello mate, I was wondering if you would talk to a poor old man, who happens to enjoy young people's company."

Ofcourse, he didn't look old but over six hundred was quite the age and the Genesis Order had to keep a secret. This vampire wouldn't be revealed anything till he gained trust or lost it, for Sio would not let him leave without a chat, or atleast without his tongue if he acted harsh.

[Tavarius]

When a man stepped in front of him, hand on sword, Tavarius didn't know what to think. Other than What the F**k? Who walked around in bloody skins nowadays? Leather, sure. He wasn't going to get after someone for a poor fashion sense, he knew his own was lacking. But wearing skins was over and above the top. This wasn't San Francisco. Suprise flickered across his somewhat attractive face, then it was quickly quelled. Showing weakness was a bad move.

Old man made him pause, and it quelled the harsher aspect of his tongue. Tavarius wasn't an idiot, and knew what old man could mean. He knew of vampires who looked to be no more than 12, and were over a thousand years old. And age meant power in this world, and expirience. Tavarius, who was young compared to most of his Clan, would be no match for a vampire who was truly old. So his voice came out low and gaurded, dark eyes wary. Normally he would laugh harshly and keep walking, but he couldn't afford to spurn some elder vampire and turn into ground meat in the middle of the street. Dying of cancer, fine. Being forcibly ripped apart... not his cup of tea.

"Why me? Can't you go find some idiot somewhere who actually likes to talk?"

[Sio Sicili]

Smart one he is, young but he noticed the words it seemed that an elder vampire would not be messed with, especially one with the advantage of the sword and quick closeness of them both. But what was with the depressing clothing and tone, there was no need to be crying over his own selfish life when thousands were starving and dying in the real world.

Sio simply chuckled, this young man was already entertaining for the whole sunrise from this morning till this midnight, has been boring for he didn't need to feed or have the chance to sleep while commanding his forces, giving out orders and even allowing passage of trade with certain people in the political world. This young man was certainly not even on the brink of realization, that he was weak like Sio, like everyone.

" Thats pretty strange, you say go talk to someone else who wants to but, you just replied so your lying to yourself young lad. Perphaps a drink will soften you up? Either way, smart choice in not being too rough, I hate it when people mess up my wolf hides, gets me very upset..so much that I lose control. So how about it mate, a round of a free drinks on me and don't be so depressing, if you want to die then i'll slice your head off quick. Or are you scared?"

Sio pulled out the sword, weilding it with masterfully skillful movements and held it by the hilt, towards Tavarius' neck and waited for a reply. The wind silently snipping and whipping, making liter blow around.

[Tavarius]

Tavarius went stock still, knowing that a single off move could mean beheadment, and there was the end for him. As much as he joked and thought about dying, the truth was he wasn't quite ready. It was human instinct to fight for life, even when he had told himself death would be fine.

Not a muscle moved or twitched. Tavarius didn't even breath, mainly because it wasn't neccesary. He hadn't regularly breathed for years now, only doing such... human-like things when he absolutely needed to. Staying completely still, it galled him that a man who had to be a half foot shorter than him was so near to killing the vampire. His black eyes glittered with impotent anger, only a fool would try to attack now.

"Whatever. Lead the way, sir."

Every word was spat with carefully uttered hate, and the sir with a mocking tone. He may be forced to drink on pain of death, but that didn't mean he had to like it in any way shape or form. And unless he was ordered to, the tall man wouldn't even consider being civil. The only person who he had been truly nice to was dead, and she had tried to kill that. That's all that that mental sentiment got you. Being rude and tough got you fights, but that was something he could deal with.

[Sio Sicili]

Stopping, not moving Sio found himself ordering the lad to stop has he held the sword closer so close that if he moved a few inches it would slice through his neck, causing blood to pour and the neck to be torn and make him die instantly. It wasn't an easy move to escape and was almost impossible but Sio had to ask before they went further.

" Tell me, are you scared of dying? I am."

It was the truth, although he was old and powerful death was always among the list of things that Sio didn't want has a goal. Maybe one day, he would face it gladly without having to have much pain, he didn't wanna die from a nuclear explosion or a bullet to the face, those hurt real bad. This could be a quick death, allowing him not to feel too much pain, it would satsify him maybe?

[Tavarius]

Tavarius had started to move, when he again found that sharp sword at his neck. What was this? The freaking woodman who couldn't find a pair of pants to wear was asking him about death? Maybe all weirdos had their poetic moments. He continued to glare down, even if he was facing his own death. One of his main faults was being so damn stubborn, to the point where someday it probably would kill him. At least no one could say he tripped and fell into a hole and died like like an idiot. Though vampires were mostly spared those kind of idiotic deaths... except for the classic one where they were caught standing dumbly in the sunlight. Yet even he wasn't that much of a moron. He could look at the sky and tell dark from light, and know when it was a good time to get his ass inside.

The qeustion did make him think. Much as he had already told himself that he wasn't ready to die, it was strange to have someone ask. The first instinct was to spit out that there was no way he was scared. Macho man, never scared of anything. But something told him a lie wouldn't cut it, not in the face of what was probably an elder vampire. So he phrased his question to say yes, but at the same time put some sass behind it. After all, some wolfhide-wearing psycho wasn't going to take away his smart lip.

"Why does it matter if I am? Everyone is."

[Sio Sicili]

Everything matters...

Sio merely blinked, his left hand which was empty taking the smaller sword, which could be considered a dagger and pushed it to the man's side, ready to plunge it into the stomach and it would tear through the ribs and a few other organs. That would surely slow him down, but Sio merely just did it for secure precautions, he did not like the sharp tongue and avoiding answers.

" Did I ask, if I cared about anyone, or what they fear? I asked you, and only you. Do you fear death? Its a simple question, don't be ashamed."

The night, to which seemed to slow has they spent minutes since their first confrence, with Sio holding the knife to the man's neck suddenly felt immensely quickening, maybe it was the question that triggered the sudden rush. That or LSD, had effected his brain too hard, he found nightmares and immense amounts of hallucination during his earlier years, but overtime they cleared up. But a sudden rush still always occured.

[Tavarius]

Black eyes still gleamed with hatred and rage, though the rage was vastly impotent. If only looks could kill, then this freaking whatever-the-hell-he-thought-he-was would be dead three times over. His long dark locks moved slightly with the wind, fitfully tossing and turning with the ill breeze. The bangs would occassionally swept down to obscure one eye, but Tavarius didn't even twitch to clear his vision. It wasn't like he needed to see to speak.

"Yes, I'm scared Sh*tless of dying. Happy now?"

Finally unable to keep so perfectly still, Tavarius shifted weight from one foot to distributed evenly over both, mildly hoping that he wouldn't be seen as preparing to attack. It wouldn't work well anyways, he was now off balance to make a lunge or do much of anything. In order to get the traction and leverage to move, he would have to reshift, no matter how short of a time that it took.

[Sio Sicili]

" Am I happy now, no i'm not so why don't you F**king relax? I'm just trying to be nice, and yet you still find the ignorance!"

Sio commanded and suddenly backed off, sending himself back several feet holding onto both knifes and watching the man, slightly upset and almost ready to cut the man's head off if he still felt like insulting him for trying to interrogate him over a simple question.

" Now..I let you have your privacy, now will you relax little man?"

[Tavarius]

Tavarius raised an eyebrow partially at the word little. Sure Tav was a younger vampire in the face of an elder and techincally little, but that was only in one sense. In the real physical world, Tavarius was taller than this man by a half-foot, and outweighed him by at least 40 pounds. 40 pounds of muscle, no less.

When the sword and knife were removed from being within fractions of killing him, Tavarius did relax. The tensed muscles disjointed and his shoulder slumped slightly, and a hard drew his hair back from his eyes and over his shoulder, with an almost arrogantly lazy flick. He would have reached into his pocket and pulled out a hair tie, but that could be construed as dangerous. While this pyscho wasn't holding the sword to his neck, safety would now be an illusion. He could probably close the distance between them in less than a blink. Nevertheless, the gesture was nice anyways.

"If it helps any, I'm like this to everyone. So it's not you, it's me being an asshole as always. Now you started out mentioning drinks. I like drinks. And if we could stop at a store or somethin, a pack of cigs wouldn't go wrong."

[Sio Sicili]

Sio smiled, withdrawing both swords and simply folding them beneath his cloak, hiding them from the moonlight which had dished so much light, that his face was shown easily and he simply wavered, taking steps to stand beside Tavarious. " Sure, theres a cornerstore just up this street that we could buy both from, they seem to stock those the most. A teenager hangout."

The last message was a hint, that this man sold these to minors which was illegal but Sio simply, if he was a virtous soul would've cut him down if he had truly cared. But he did not, and moved ahead not speaking a word, till they reached the entrance, where a sign hung above the door reading..

Joe's Stop

Now, this Joe was a fat old man, and simply watched has Sio purchased a large bottle of Absolute Vodka, for twenty bucks and a pack of cigs, Newport and tossed them towards Tavarious and held the vodka bottle and walked out. He simply stood outside the store, popping the bottle and held it towards the younger vampire, who would appear bigger and stronger, but would find himself against a man who used his brain instead of braun.

" Tell me, are you always an asshole? No harshness intended."

[Tavarius]

Tavarius complete missed the hint. While he wasn't dumb, he wasn't a subtle man. As probably evidenced by now. Therefore, any subtle hint passed below his radar, discarded as not important. Instead he thought it more of another useless fact, yet another sign that this city was going to all hell and no one was bothering to do anything about it. He wasn't exactly lifting a finger either, but he was proud to say he never cared in the first place. No matter what happened, he was either too annoying or too lucky to die.

Following Sio the entire way there he had kept in perfect step, trailing him like a puppy. That bit, said naughty words, and tugged against the leash the entire way there. When they left he happily opened the cigs and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Lighting up, he kept the small stick of death in his mouth. A grin crossed his face at the man's question, a somewhat feral and savage light coming about him. One of those grin that was more teeth than lip, though no less amused.

"Yep. Since I was yea high, no less."

At the words yea high, Tavarius lowered his hand to a point below his waist, which was perhaps halfway between three and four feet. That savage grin was back as his hand was brought up, pulling the cigarette away from his lips, blowing out a cloud of smoke. There may have a sigh of relief there, but it was soft and almost inaudible. He'd been needing this, a good bottle of booze, and a pack of cigarettes to cool his heels. That were was another being involved dampened the entire affair, though it was still nice.

Taking a healthy swig of the bottle, he handed it back towards Sio. The guy would probably want a drink, and if he object to Tav's lips being on the bottle now... too bad. After all, he could get the same amount of germs if someone coughed on him. And they were undead. That sort of thing really shouldn't matter now.

"And don't kill me for asking, but why are you in that getup? Some family tradition, or feel like it?"