Post by xhane on Jul 8, 2009 12:32:23 GMT 9.5
The night sky was clear of clouds and the stars were out in force. The bustling streets of the Sunnydale's nightlife was a sight to be seen even for this small city. People going about their lives striving for something more. Something better. Maybe they're looking for that next big high or maybe even that next big score, whether it be financially or sexually. Many without knowing it though are all searching for one thing over all. A reason. A reason to be in this world and live through its pains and sacrifices. A reason to get out of bed each morning to start the day a new and continue that search. But then there's those who search something a bit simpler, yet more complex at the same time. Something with more substance. There are some who search for a reason to exist...
Deep within the cemetery are mausoleums and tombs that no one ever sees most of the time. Places in the cemetery where for reasons unknown to most that the grounds keeper won't tend. Because of this shrubbery and various other plant life have virtually take over the area. The grass comes up so high it appears to be a field. The trees have gone unattended for so long that they block out light of any kind from above. And vines have made their way across and all over everything in site.
In this rather secluded section of the cemetery stray animals and birds don't even dare venture out of fear. To call this the "lifeless" section of the cemetery really says something. But among all of this there is one who calls this place home. Inside one of the extremely plant covered crypts lives a creature that in all intents and purposes just shouldn't exist. A cross breed of a werewolf and a vampire. His name is Xhane.
He's walked this planet we call Earth for nearly half a millennium. he has watched men wage war and lose everything. He's watched technology grow and flourish among man. He's seen evil rise to more powerful stages and the forces of good try to match. He's a cursed being forced to live out eternity "wishing for death, but if shall never come". These words haunt his very existence. A "man" who has lost everything and become "this".
He sits within his crypt alone as always. The crypt is dimly lit by candle light and the shadows from the dancing candle flames can be seen dancing on the stone walls. In a stone chair sits Xhane wearing a pair of black biker boots, black leather pants, no shirt and a leather vest. He sits in the dimly lit crypt with nothing more than his thoughts to keep him company. He gets up from his seat and walks over to a cabinet and opens it. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and shuts the cabinet. He packs it a few times before peeling it open.
He takes out a cigarette and follows it with his zippo from his vest and lights the end. He takes a nice long drag as the cherry tip sends off a red glow. He runs his hands through his hair and looks around with a raised eyebrow. He sighs. "Well isn't this a fun way to spend eternity..."[/color]
He goes to turn around when he stops and cocks his head to the side and stops dead in his tracks. He looks down as if concentrating. A scream. It's a woman. His face becomes serious but in his eyes can be seen a glimmer of pure joy from this. He waits and hears it again and makes his way out the giant door to the outside. He stops and hears whimpering and pleading. He tips his head back as the wind blows and sniffs. He lets out a low growl as his eyes shimmer red. " Vampires....it had to be vampires..."[/color]
From there he leaps up into a near by tree and begins traveling through the cemetery under the cover of tree branches. After a few moments he leaps from a tree branch and lands crouched on the top of a mausoleum. He tilts his head seeing what is transpiring below. A woman is fighting for her life against three vampires. He smirks at the fact that the vampires don't even realize he's there. He's found over his rather long existence that he's immune to the tracking abilities of his breed counterparts.
He stands straight up and laughs just barely loud enough for those below to hear. They stop and growl at Xhane. He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. This is going to be too easy. He leans forward and flips off of the top of the crypt and as he lands crouched on the ground he flings a single wooden throwing dagger that he carved himself. The vampires laugh until two of them look to their left and see their "friend" staring horrified at his chest before exploding into dust. The remaining two vampires' eyes go wide as they look back at Xhane. He tilts his head. " Well lets not all attack at once now."[/color]
With a growl from both they ditch the frightened woman cowering against a tombstone. They advance on Xhane but he stays still. They get on top of him and one swings wildly and Xhane ducks it easily. He can tell that these are young ones. Maybe a year into their vamperism. He spinning kicks one and grabs the other throwing him against the crypt behind him. The vampire against the crypt growls and go on the attack only to meet the same fate as his buddy at the end of a wooden throwing dagger. Before the dust even touches the ground the last vampire goes on the offensive.
Xhane begins moving backward blocking attack after attack. He's letting this "kid" wear himself out. Let him feel the fear. He knows that he's going to die like his friends but it doesn't stop him. He swings and nearly connects but Xhane sidesteps and gets him in a tight headlock from behind. The vampire struggles and says " I don't breath you jackass. What are you, some kind of new slayer the pitiful humans are hoping will save them from what's coming?![/color]
Xhane tightens his grip and leans in toward the vampire's ear. " Slayer? My dear boy...I'm MUCH worse than a slayer..."[/color] With that Xhane eyes go red and his hands become wolf claws and with one violent rip and a roar the vampire's head is ripped clean from the body and explodes into dust. Xhane's hands go back to normal as he stands there breathing hard. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Every time he uses his "curse" given abilities his demonic side tries to take over that much stronger. As of late it's become nearly unbearable. He takes a final deep breath and opens his eyes. He looks around and sees the woman sitting crying against the same tombstone she was previously.
Xhane slowly walks over to her and kneels down and offers her his hand to help her up. " It's ok, don't think they'll be bothering you anymore."[/color] She cowers from him with a shriek. He slowly takes his hand back and leans back from her. He realizes what she's seen tonight and even what she just saw him do had to screw with her pretty good. How does she know he won't try to pick up where those sorry excuses for demons left off. He nods his head with a sigh. Then as if in a moment of bravery or maybe stupidity she scurries clumsily to her hands and feet and takes off in a dead run. Xhane stands up. He doesn't know if he should feel good about saving her or worse for nearly scaring her to death.
He thinks back to what the vampire had asked him. About him being a slayer. With him now actually thinking about what was said visions of the two slayers he has killed floods his mind. He closes his eyes and opens them as if pushing the memories away. He reaches into his vest and takes out his pack of cigarettes and as he does realization hits him. " Damn!" He had dropped his lit cigarette in his crypt. Thankfully though it's made of stone so it won't burn to the ground. He shakes his head as he chuckles a bit and takes out another cigarette and lights it with his zippo. He takes a drag and looks up at the sky. The moon was full and bright. It's been a long time since he took the time to notice such things. As he does things run through his mind. What transpired tonight was all he knew anymore. Violence and death. It's what he was good at. Maybe this was his reason to exist...
Deep within the cemetery are mausoleums and tombs that no one ever sees most of the time. Places in the cemetery where for reasons unknown to most that the grounds keeper won't tend. Because of this shrubbery and various other plant life have virtually take over the area. The grass comes up so high it appears to be a field. The trees have gone unattended for so long that they block out light of any kind from above. And vines have made their way across and all over everything in site.
In this rather secluded section of the cemetery stray animals and birds don't even dare venture out of fear. To call this the "lifeless" section of the cemetery really says something. But among all of this there is one who calls this place home. Inside one of the extremely plant covered crypts lives a creature that in all intents and purposes just shouldn't exist. A cross breed of a werewolf and a vampire. His name is Xhane.
He's walked this planet we call Earth for nearly half a millennium. he has watched men wage war and lose everything. He's watched technology grow and flourish among man. He's seen evil rise to more powerful stages and the forces of good try to match. He's a cursed being forced to live out eternity "wishing for death, but if shall never come". These words haunt his very existence. A "man" who has lost everything and become "this".
He sits within his crypt alone as always. The crypt is dimly lit by candle light and the shadows from the dancing candle flames can be seen dancing on the stone walls. In a stone chair sits Xhane wearing a pair of black biker boots, black leather pants, no shirt and a leather vest. He sits in the dimly lit crypt with nothing more than his thoughts to keep him company. He gets up from his seat and walks over to a cabinet and opens it. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and shuts the cabinet. He packs it a few times before peeling it open.
He takes out a cigarette and follows it with his zippo from his vest and lights the end. He takes a nice long drag as the cherry tip sends off a red glow. He runs his hands through his hair and looks around with a raised eyebrow. He sighs. "Well isn't this a fun way to spend eternity..."[/color]
He goes to turn around when he stops and cocks his head to the side and stops dead in his tracks. He looks down as if concentrating. A scream. It's a woman. His face becomes serious but in his eyes can be seen a glimmer of pure joy from this. He waits and hears it again and makes his way out the giant door to the outside. He stops and hears whimpering and pleading. He tips his head back as the wind blows and sniffs. He lets out a low growl as his eyes shimmer red. " Vampires....it had to be vampires..."[/color]
From there he leaps up into a near by tree and begins traveling through the cemetery under the cover of tree branches. After a few moments he leaps from a tree branch and lands crouched on the top of a mausoleum. He tilts his head seeing what is transpiring below. A woman is fighting for her life against three vampires. He smirks at the fact that the vampires don't even realize he's there. He's found over his rather long existence that he's immune to the tracking abilities of his breed counterparts.
He stands straight up and laughs just barely loud enough for those below to hear. They stop and growl at Xhane. He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. This is going to be too easy. He leans forward and flips off of the top of the crypt and as he lands crouched on the ground he flings a single wooden throwing dagger that he carved himself. The vampires laugh until two of them look to their left and see their "friend" staring horrified at his chest before exploding into dust. The remaining two vampires' eyes go wide as they look back at Xhane. He tilts his head. " Well lets not all attack at once now."[/color]
With a growl from both they ditch the frightened woman cowering against a tombstone. They advance on Xhane but he stays still. They get on top of him and one swings wildly and Xhane ducks it easily. He can tell that these are young ones. Maybe a year into their vamperism. He spinning kicks one and grabs the other throwing him against the crypt behind him. The vampire against the crypt growls and go on the attack only to meet the same fate as his buddy at the end of a wooden throwing dagger. Before the dust even touches the ground the last vampire goes on the offensive.
Xhane begins moving backward blocking attack after attack. He's letting this "kid" wear himself out. Let him feel the fear. He knows that he's going to die like his friends but it doesn't stop him. He swings and nearly connects but Xhane sidesteps and gets him in a tight headlock from behind. The vampire struggles and says " I don't breath you jackass. What are you, some kind of new slayer the pitiful humans are hoping will save them from what's coming?![/color]
Xhane tightens his grip and leans in toward the vampire's ear. " Slayer? My dear boy...I'm MUCH worse than a slayer..."[/color] With that Xhane eyes go red and his hands become wolf claws and with one violent rip and a roar the vampire's head is ripped clean from the body and explodes into dust. Xhane's hands go back to normal as he stands there breathing hard. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Every time he uses his "curse" given abilities his demonic side tries to take over that much stronger. As of late it's become nearly unbearable. He takes a final deep breath and opens his eyes. He looks around and sees the woman sitting crying against the same tombstone she was previously.
Xhane slowly walks over to her and kneels down and offers her his hand to help her up. " It's ok, don't think they'll be bothering you anymore."[/color] She cowers from him with a shriek. He slowly takes his hand back and leans back from her. He realizes what she's seen tonight and even what she just saw him do had to screw with her pretty good. How does she know he won't try to pick up where those sorry excuses for demons left off. He nods his head with a sigh. Then as if in a moment of bravery or maybe stupidity she scurries clumsily to her hands and feet and takes off in a dead run. Xhane stands up. He doesn't know if he should feel good about saving her or worse for nearly scaring her to death.
He thinks back to what the vampire had asked him. About him being a slayer. With him now actually thinking about what was said visions of the two slayers he has killed floods his mind. He closes his eyes and opens them as if pushing the memories away. He reaches into his vest and takes out his pack of cigarettes and as he does realization hits him. " Damn!" He had dropped his lit cigarette in his crypt. Thankfully though it's made of stone so it won't burn to the ground. He shakes his head as he chuckles a bit and takes out another cigarette and lights it with his zippo. He takes a drag and looks up at the sky. The moon was full and bright. It's been a long time since he took the time to notice such things. As he does things run through his mind. What transpired tonight was all he knew anymore. Violence and death. It's what he was good at. Maybe this was his reason to exist...
