Post by dom on Dec 1, 2009 0:18:14 GMT -5
Stumbling back, his mouth open as laughter poured out, Dom let his hand rub his jaw as he looked at the Werewolf that starred back at him. Now this wasn't one of those 'Oh, I'm a huge badass who doesn't feel pain, hit me again!' laughs, no this one was far more fucking crazy. Dom just didn't give a shit when people beat on him, in fact he loved it. He loved watching people give in, watching their walls crumble that they erected to deny those emotions that were so common within every being. He loved setting them free, even if they didn't know he was. So as he stood there, hand rubbing his jaw, Dominic simply smiled as the angry wolf stalked towards him. "Come on now, I swear it was an accident!" Letting a broad grin split his mouth in half, the Vampire sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Don't blame me for what you did, Fuzzy. I only created the situation, you very well could have changed the outcome." Shaking his head in mock disappointment, Dominic let a small laugh escape his tightly sealed lips. "Though I must say, you where quick to off her, weren't you? Guess she hadn't been your mate for that long..." The Vampire trailed off, his eyes slowly looking down at the ground, his green eyes finally settling upon the slowly growing pool of blood. "At least it looks like she went quick, that sure was kind of you..." Grinning at the Werewolf a second time, Dom slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, head leaning to the side only to be held up by the dirty wall of the insane asylum.
The events that had played out only moments before had been the Vampire's attempt of giving the pair of them a little taste of forced freedom. You see, they where both more than content to live their lives going along with "the schedule". They went where they were suppose to, when they were suppose to and did it exactly when they were told to do so. Now honestly, is that living? No, that's being a mindless fucking slave, and Dom had simply decided he would be their liberator. He would be the one to set them free from the pathetic monotony that a lifetime of being told what to do had done to them, he would break their minds free from it's horrible prison that the "Pack Mentality" had forced them into. Hey, Dom was just a nice guy like that.
So setting his plan into action the Vampire had lured them both to the Asylum, it had been easy enough by kidnapping some Pup he had spotted playing a little too far away from mommy and daddy. Snatching the fleabag rat up, he had left enough of a scent to bring these two here. Now, that had only been the beginning of it all. With their precious little offspring in the hands of Dom, he had given them a simple choice; someone had to die. Of the three, one wasn't going to leave. Holding onto the neck of the boy tightly, the Vampire had looked at the pair of Wolves with an amused smile as he watched their minds try to grip with the situation. For the first time in a long while they where completely in control of their destinies, they where completely in charge of a life and death situation, the question was merely could they handle it.
In the hand, sharing a loving embrace and a gentle kiss, the male had driven a knife through his Mate's back, the pair deciding he was strong enough to raise the boy without her, whereas she questioned her ability to carry on without him. That had not been what he'd wanted. He hadn't made the decision himself, she had helped him, he had been given a chance to claim a beautiful taste of freedom, and had instead wasted it. Well, if they weren't going to play by the rules either was he.
And in one vicious yank he had snapped the boys neck before the very horrified eyes of his father.
Oops.
Now here the pair stood, the Wolf surrounded by the corpses of his family with only the Vampire to blame. The beast stood at the Vampire with cold, merciless eyes, and the Vampire only looked back with a satisfied smile plastered to his face. It had taken this much, but finally he was acting without thinking! Finally, he was doing what he wanted, not what he thought the world wanted, or his family, or the pack; he was living for himself. Of course, in the eyes of the Wolf all he saw was a sadistic Vampire smiling at his pain, mocking him in his moment of greatest loss. It was enough to drive him over the edge, and the Wolf ran forward throwing a savage punch at that smiling face.
And much to his surprise the blow connected.
Thud. Crunch.
The sickening sounds of a nose breaking filled the room as the Vampire was slammed back against the wall, his hooting laughter filling the silent Asylum as blood streamed from his broken face. "There's my boy! Come on! Doesn't feel good!?" Bursting out in another torrent of laughter, the Wolf snarled dangerously and drove his fist into the Vampire's face over and over, Dom's laughed becoming more and more quiet as he went; then it stopped all together.
With a growl the Wolf dropped the Bat and walked back to his fallen Son. Kneeling over the body, he sniffed the corpse gently, a whine escaping his throat. Well, a half whine; it was interrupted as a powerful forearm slipped around his neck and quite violently took hold. Fighting against the steel-bar grip of the Vampire, the Wolf snarled violently, looking back at the bloodied face of the Vampire, horribly loud laughter filling the silent Asylum, the Wolf struggling with all he had to force the Vampire. And then suddenly it stopped, the laughter dying away into nothing, then his body gave a sudden and violent jerk..
And the sickeningly wet sound of vertebrate snapping and popping rang out as the Wolf's form slumped in his arms.
Dropping the body, Dom's hand gingerly slid up to his nose, and gripping it, pulled. A soft pop and a wave of relief washed over him as his nose was popped back into place, his healing factor already starting the repairs to his face taken by the Wolf.
Reaching into the pocket of his tan leather jacket, the Vampire produced a cigarette and a lighter. Slipping the cigarette between his lips, the man lit the smoke. Standing there, the noxious fumes billowing around him, the Vampire simply starred down. These two hadn't been able to handle the idea of freedom, the possibility of a life that was totally your own. They had grown to use to being grunts, so much so that they had forgotten how to live. Kneeling down, Dom let his fingertips slowly slide the eyelids of the deceased Wolf shut. Then he stood, his mind already moving on from the crimes he had committed, already planning his next test for whoever he thought deserved a chance at freedom.
Standing before a barred window that looked out into the dead city, Dom took a drag from his cigarette.
It was beautiful.
"Don't blame me for what you did, Fuzzy. I only created the situation, you very well could have changed the outcome." Shaking his head in mock disappointment, Dominic let a small laugh escape his tightly sealed lips. "Though I must say, you where quick to off her, weren't you? Guess she hadn't been your mate for that long..." The Vampire trailed off, his eyes slowly looking down at the ground, his green eyes finally settling upon the slowly growing pool of blood. "At least it looks like she went quick, that sure was kind of you..." Grinning at the Werewolf a second time, Dom slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, head leaning to the side only to be held up by the dirty wall of the insane asylum.
The events that had played out only moments before had been the Vampire's attempt of giving the pair of them a little taste of forced freedom. You see, they where both more than content to live their lives going along with "the schedule". They went where they were suppose to, when they were suppose to and did it exactly when they were told to do so. Now honestly, is that living? No, that's being a mindless fucking slave, and Dom had simply decided he would be their liberator. He would be the one to set them free from the pathetic monotony that a lifetime of being told what to do had done to them, he would break their minds free from it's horrible prison that the "Pack Mentality" had forced them into. Hey, Dom was just a nice guy like that.
So setting his plan into action the Vampire had lured them both to the Asylum, it had been easy enough by kidnapping some Pup he had spotted playing a little too far away from mommy and daddy. Snatching the fleabag rat up, he had left enough of a scent to bring these two here. Now, that had only been the beginning of it all. With their precious little offspring in the hands of Dom, he had given them a simple choice; someone had to die. Of the three, one wasn't going to leave. Holding onto the neck of the boy tightly, the Vampire had looked at the pair of Wolves with an amused smile as he watched their minds try to grip with the situation. For the first time in a long while they where completely in control of their destinies, they where completely in charge of a life and death situation, the question was merely could they handle it.
In the hand, sharing a loving embrace and a gentle kiss, the male had driven a knife through his Mate's back, the pair deciding he was strong enough to raise the boy without her, whereas she questioned her ability to carry on without him. That had not been what he'd wanted. He hadn't made the decision himself, she had helped him, he had been given a chance to claim a beautiful taste of freedom, and had instead wasted it. Well, if they weren't going to play by the rules either was he.
And in one vicious yank he had snapped the boys neck before the very horrified eyes of his father.
Oops.
Now here the pair stood, the Wolf surrounded by the corpses of his family with only the Vampire to blame. The beast stood at the Vampire with cold, merciless eyes, and the Vampire only looked back with a satisfied smile plastered to his face. It had taken this much, but finally he was acting without thinking! Finally, he was doing what he wanted, not what he thought the world wanted, or his family, or the pack; he was living for himself. Of course, in the eyes of the Wolf all he saw was a sadistic Vampire smiling at his pain, mocking him in his moment of greatest loss. It was enough to drive him over the edge, and the Wolf ran forward throwing a savage punch at that smiling face.
And much to his surprise the blow connected.
Thud. Crunch.
The sickening sounds of a nose breaking filled the room as the Vampire was slammed back against the wall, his hooting laughter filling the silent Asylum as blood streamed from his broken face. "There's my boy! Come on! Doesn't feel good!?" Bursting out in another torrent of laughter, the Wolf snarled dangerously and drove his fist into the Vampire's face over and over, Dom's laughed becoming more and more quiet as he went; then it stopped all together.
With a growl the Wolf dropped the Bat and walked back to his fallen Son. Kneeling over the body, he sniffed the corpse gently, a whine escaping his throat. Well, a half whine; it was interrupted as a powerful forearm slipped around his neck and quite violently took hold. Fighting against the steel-bar grip of the Vampire, the Wolf snarled violently, looking back at the bloodied face of the Vampire, horribly loud laughter filling the silent Asylum, the Wolf struggling with all he had to force the Vampire. And then suddenly it stopped, the laughter dying away into nothing, then his body gave a sudden and violent jerk..
And the sickeningly wet sound of vertebrate snapping and popping rang out as the Wolf's form slumped in his arms.
Dropping the body, Dom's hand gingerly slid up to his nose, and gripping it, pulled. A soft pop and a wave of relief washed over him as his nose was popped back into place, his healing factor already starting the repairs to his face taken by the Wolf.
Reaching into the pocket of his tan leather jacket, the Vampire produced a cigarette and a lighter. Slipping the cigarette between his lips, the man lit the smoke. Standing there, the noxious fumes billowing around him, the Vampire simply starred down. These two hadn't been able to handle the idea of freedom, the possibility of a life that was totally your own. They had grown to use to being grunts, so much so that they had forgotten how to live. Kneeling down, Dom let his fingertips slowly slide the eyelids of the deceased Wolf shut. Then he stood, his mind already moving on from the crimes he had committed, already planning his next test for whoever he thought deserved a chance at freedom.
Standing before a barred window that looked out into the dead city, Dom took a drag from his cigarette.
It was beautiful.