MURDER ON THE HIGHWAY

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Gabri looked over at him, about to ask about this proformance when a hand suddenly sliced through the air infront of his nose and a very demanding german voice barked an order in his ear. Singers, afterall, had that annoying ability to be quite loud He obeyed without question, turning so fast the car squeeled along the road and few people glanced back over their shoulders- one or two even yelled as they darted out of the way.

No wonder the nazi's could control people so well, actually no wonder the goddamn nazi's were German- Christ almighty that was almost as bad as the gay bar comment. Luckily nothing died that time, maybe he was getting used to it. Still, if he was going to use this guy at all- oh hell he couln't think abotu that right now; his ears were ringing.

He was so oddly shaken up by it that he had forgotten why he was here and partially where he was and who he was with. "Ok, ok! Grab my wallet, please Taxi?" Gabri spoke in a way hoping to pacify the blonde, completely forgetting everything else except a hope to distract an apparently unstable guy and a hope to pay the poor, impatient man wanting pay for the parking fee. "It's under the seat."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Grab his wallet? Taxi once again raised a yellow brow, pausing momentarily. Especially the please threw hm off. The guy hadn't exactly seemed like that sort to him, any form of gay-dar hadn't gone off, and his was incredibly fine tuned. This was most alarming. Whatever, hand reached for Gabri, but just before the poor guy would be molested something was added to the sentence.

"OH!" hand retracted just in time to save the other man from a barely warranted groping. Instead he shifted to sweep a the same hand beneath the seat, first feeling the wallet with exploring fingertips and then brushing up against the handle of something.

A wave of excitement. This was even better than the possibility of grabbing someones ass! Taxi snatched up both the wallet and the hatchet with one hand, dropping the leather in Gabri's lap but quickly moving far enough away in the seats that the small axe couldn't snatched away. "HEY what's this?! Is this blood?" Tongue extended to swipe at the edge of the blade and steal a lick. "IT IS!" And yet, he didn't seem phased by a bloody hatchet underneath his chair. Infact, he was pleased, not disturbed or disgusted in the least. "Hnn, human?" A quiet conspiratory purr.

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Thankfully Gabri had a blind eye to that outstretched hand, though the 'OH' made a confused expression momentally spread across his face. Rolling down the window he conversed lightly with the impatient man before feeling the wallet plop on his leg. Grabbing it and pulling a few dollars from one of it's simple pickets, he paid the fair and began driving into the garage, oblivious to the secret thing being pulled from the seat, and searched for a spot.

This did not last long. The excitement in Taxi's voice stabbed him in the chest and blew a hole through his stomache- even if it didn't mean what he of so prompty assumed first and foremost....

A snap of a head turn confirmed that it was indeed what he assumed first and foremost. DAMNIT UNDER THE SEAT! The little dusty, dancing mice inside his head were making a racket and the crows in his ears pecked at his brain in frustration- idiot, idiot idiot!

"PUT THAT DOWN!" He barked- quite literally barked- and dove over the seat, disgusted with the man licking the blade, trying to snatch the axe, the man, or something to end that man with. "PUT IT DOWN OR I'LL CUT OFF YOUR HEAD!" In an adrenillin rush he had ripped his own seat belt out of the lock, lost in a suddenly extremely colorful and distorted world as he tried in furious desperation to retrieve his hatchet. "I'LL PUT YOUR BRAINS ON THAT TOO- PUT IT DOWN!"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi was sent into an impish giggle fit, squirming to try and avoid those snatching hands for as long as he could. Knees up over his chest to try and kick him away, but it was a lackluster attempt. He was too horribly amused by the fact that this was apparently a super secret secret! The blonde didn't treat this as though it was an attack, no, he had something Gabri wanted, it was as though he had stolen his diary. No, not an axe which he was threatening to put in his head.

Unfortunately for the wannabe-reaper, the blonde was undead. And even though compared to other members of his species he was a weakling, he could avoid having the hatchet taken back. Back pressed up against the door and he got one foot on the others chest, keeping him at bay while one hand held the weapon behind his back. Taxi wasn't that mean, though, this was obviously a very special axe, and Gabri seemed aawwfffuuullll mad.

"I'LL GIVE IT BACK," One finger pressed against his cheek and with the most mischevious grin on his face spoke evil little words, "For a kiss right here."

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Oh God- Oh God- Oh Jesus and Mary and Joseph and The Holy Ghost; THIS WAS QUITE POSSIBLY THE WORST DAY OF HIS ENTIRE LIFE!! All he wanted to do was come down the Sin City and quite possibly reconsile a few souls by smashing their worldly faces in with the handle of his axe. Maybe using something heavier- a hammer possibly- or something more exciting like an explosion. Fire was a wonderful way to cleanse the wicked. But now he was never going to get the chance because his adoring hatchet was in the hands of a suspected Marked one who was holding it above his head like a cruel child with a dogs bone. Gabri felt desperate, inraged and somewhat helpless- absolutely astounded that this guy could hold him back. Actually, he felt a little ashamed.

"PUT IT DOWN PLEASE!!!" He screeched, continuing to thrash, until the german offered a deal. Needless to say, he froze as he was, arms still outstretched, eyes wide. Gabri's entire face turned beat red- even his ears, until he looked quite similar to pepper.

"W-what?"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi was grinning from ear to ear, suspiciously long fangs catching the faint light of the underground parking lot. This was priceless, it was like finding a dildo under a nuns bed. A perfectly innocent looking fellow who drove aggrivatingly slow and insisted they burry that dead rabbit had a hatchet under his seat, not only that, but one with blood. And brains, apparently. Brains! What people did on their own time was usually of no concern to him. Usually. Now it was his business. One, because he had been threatened. Which didn't phase him, if he had a nickle for every time he'd had someone offer to put his brains on a blade Taxi wouldn't need to hitchhike.

Secondly, because anyone who carried a hatchet with the taste of human on it was a person he wanted to know. If Gabri which human, then this meant he was a murderer. And by the flavour of multiple sources on the metal, not just a killer, but a serial murderer. Not as in cornflakes. As in probably psychotic. And delightful.

Thirdly because the guys face was adorably beat red. And that in itself was nearly enough for him to give the hatchet back, but not quite enough. The blonde was enjoying drawing his tongue along it and stealing the dried up human remains, and it tasted too give for him to want to give back right away. "You heard my deal-" A purr to his soft german voice, "A kiss for your wee little axe." It wasn't as though he had ulterior romantic or sexual motives, no, he was just being a brat. That and he wasn't as stupid as he looked. The moment he gave the thing back he'd get his head cut of and it would ruin his clothes, and there was probably next to zero chance Gabri would actually have the balls to kiss him. This way, there was no risk of eithe of them having to get injured. Atleast for now. If push came to shove, he'd rather wrench his teeth into the polish mans neck than get this new shirt wrecked. Even if he was all cute and embarassed, his life wasn't worth ruining his clothes.

"Just what are youuuu, anyways?" The german considered adding to that, asking if he was a vampire, but he didn't want to reveal more than he had to. "Deranged hitman? Killing for revenge? Or do you just get off on this? Teelllll meeeee~" It was a mocking croon, mouth turned up in a wicked smile. Most of his kind could tell these sorts of things just by scent, but Taxi wasn't like most of his species. And he hadn't noticed if the guy had any fangs, and, ontop of that, he hadn't been able to overpower him. So seriously, what the hell was up with this poorly-dressed oddly-nice serial-muderer? Why kill?

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Taxi’s smug little face caused fire to burn up in Gabri’s belly- a build up of emotions that shot through his brain, too many to pick a part. Frustration, fury- he felt murderous. If he could reach the blonde nightmare, Gabrjel would attempt to kill him. Not just kill but torture, as the wretched man obviously deserved. Smash his knees and snap his legs- break each finger in three separate places and slam the axe handle into the chest and crack the ribs like twigs under boots. Bash his nasty face with the metal until the nose was just a bloody lump and strangle him before it finished- they always said suffocation was the most painful way to die. Or light him on fire, some way or another- not that time would matter, who could move with such busted legs? Burn burn burn- better then any baptism. Better then John himself.

While the German snickered, Gabri watched miniature crows leak out his ears and slide down his neck to vanish under his bee ridden shirt. When his mouth opened and he licked the blade, he saw more birds climb out of his mouth and cling to the tongue. In horror, disgust and confusion, the Polish boy almost backed off; the man was oozing sin.

But then, another thought struck him right before Taxi’s need-to-know demand. Maybe this was where the crows came from? From this man- from people like him. If that was so, Taxi was almost on the same level he was.

Almost.

Bright eyes narrowing, still glowing red even at the tips of his ears, he said, “When it’s their time to die, I kill them. Cut them dead in the bed and remove the head. What are YOU?”

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

He listened to the answer intently. Oh, yes, Taxi quite liked him, he liked Gabri even if the other was thinking of all ways possible to kill him. The rythm in the way he spoke was just delicious, music to his ears. Nearly poetic. Their time? Mild frown as he took this information in, trying to roll it around in his mind till he could comprehend it. What was this, was the other playing judge jury and executioner? Being god? The subject matter still didn't seem to effect him, it was as though they were discussing anything other than cutting people up into little pieces.

"What am I?" The question was repeated to stall for time, green eyes dropping down to his fingertip. It had run along the blade moistened by his spit to get a nice red flim on it. The digit hung on the edge of his tongue, considering his answer. Or answering at all. In the end, he supposed he owed this confusing murderer an answer.

Dead emerald orbs looked at the roof of the vehicle, pushing the tip of that finger against a fang till it drew blood. Ok. He would reply to the question. But only after sucking the red droplet off of his pale skin and cleaning the rest of his hand off. Vision once again traveled to the other man, settling on his reddened face. Taxi sort of let down his gaurd as he spoke, nearly sucking on his thumb as he let idle words slip from between his now lightly-pink lips. "Hnn, I guess you could say i'm rather like you, except, it doesn't bug me whether or not it's their time. I take them because I want it, I crave it, I hunger for it."

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The mice and hamsters and little dusty rodents who raced on their wheels inside his head sped up with this new, odd information about the German. The viciousness in his primal needs lost its sharp edge- enough that he could ignore it and concentration. He needed concentration. Concentration, Concentration- like that old children’s game the girls would play. There’s an egg on your head and the yoke is dripping down, there’s an egg on your head and the yoke is dripping down; concentration, concentration. Someone smashed an egg on his scalp and the premature fetus was getting tangled in his hair. Sticky and gross, it was going to make knots and he’d have to cut them out- no, no, he didn’t want to cut his hair. It was best to try and get the knots out instead. That’s what he in deeded to do. Get those knots out the old fashion way.

Gabri finally backed off, though slowly, looking up and towards the left, just pondering. His face scrunched slightly as he thought, trying to make sense of this situation as a hand slipped under his hand and fiddled with his short, untidy curls. He could feel the cold, dead chick near his mostly hidden hairline, but as dead as it was it was still wiggling around and spilling it’s egg juices down his cheek and neck. Gabri’s hand moved down from his head to his throat, as if to wipe the moisture away.

He kills them? Their time to go or not? That made Taxi a murderer- a murderer without real cause. Gabrjel wasn’t a REAL murderer; he was a guide. He just released people and sent them on their way for judgment. Some of them were good, some of them were bad. The bad ones died in wicked ways- the crows always made sure he could tell who was a bad one. But this person killed without that- out of utter selfishness? Oh he wallowed in sin; he IS sin. He is sin? What a strange thing to be. Sin made flesh. Hungry for death? Like an animal- yes, like an animal. Animals… animals die. But animals kill too and it’s acceptable. So… if this German was like an animal and like Gabri only different… different because it was ok for Gabri but not for Taxi.

What made them different?

This bothered him so badly that he shifted in his seat and scratched his shoulder blade to distract himself. GABRI was the reaper. But who sent the marks out? It seemed, from the crows seeping from the German’s ear that Taxi did. So… so… Taxi must, therefore, be Godly.

The boy’s eyes shifted back to his passenger, looking both confused and somewhat innocent, despite the bloody secret under the seat. “Do you eat them once you kill them? Or do you throw them away?”

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

The German took to toying with the hatchet in his hands, spinning it idly, unable to sit still. He could never sit still. It was too boring in here, with Las Vegas right outside the door. Gabri was entertaining, yes, but with the prospect of instant gratification just outside this parking lot...

Inquiry resparked his interest. Taxi loved to talk about himself. Oh god did he love to talk about himself. "Neeiiinn, I eat them while I kill them. Eating them is a crude term," A hint of a smile, tsking Gabri and wagging the hatchet at him. "I drink their blood, I need it like you need air. Except," Tongue darted out across his lips and then got the rest of the blood from pearly whites, seeming the drift off into fantasy for a moment before speaking. "Blood tastes considerably better than air."

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"Cruel." Gabri replied, giving no indincation if he thought this was a good thing or bad thing. His voice was flat- the word was a simple observation from a (somehow) objective voice. The blood drinking should have ran a few bells in his head, but it didn't. Once again he was reminded of an animal- a leech maybe but that didn't seem quite as approperate. He was also watching Taxi fidget overthere, partially amused that he was unintentionally keeping the blonde from the party out the gate. No no not a leech. Maybe a flee- bounced around enough. That seemed wrong too.

"I wouldn't get so dirty if all the blood came out first." he paused for a second, rolling his eyes to the ceiling, feeling like he'd need a shower that night. "I want my hatchet back. How can you know they're dead if no blood comes out?" The question, to him, seemed worthy of asking and not weird at all, but he didn't wait for the vampire to answer. Instead he just turned in his seat and opened the door, stepping out. He was going to be running around alot that night. Busy, busy, busy. Maybe he would play cards for a little while before ending them. But he needed his axe back. "You must be good then."

Taxi reminded him of a blood eating finch. Thats what it was.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"Cruel? I'm not nice like you, Gabriiiiii." He giggled, glad to get the chance to get out of the car. The blonde practically leapt out to practically skip around the car so that he could walk next to the older looking man. Head tilted upwards as he thought about the question, pursing his lips momentarily and plazing a finger to them. It was a conundrum and Taxi didn't like it. If someone was dead their heart didn't pump the blood, therefore it would stop coming out of wounds, but if Taxi had already sucked all of it out...

Brows furrowed, staring at his foot. His head was hurting. Face scrunched up into a frown, looking as though his head had just been pecked at by those awful birds of the other mans. An arm weakened by difficult thought held the hatchet out, "Take it, just, no more hard questions."

And like that, Taxi was attached to Gabri's side. "Whatcha gonna do first, hmmm, hmmm?" and just as annoying as one of the bees on his sweater he was buzzing around. "Gonna kill someone? Cut off their heads? Is that why you're in vegas? Can I help?"

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Gabri went to grab the hatchet and took a hold of it before realizing how incredibly rude it was to snatch, so he just tapped Taxi's hand until his grip loosened. Wheeling around quickly, he hid the tiny axe under his coat and up against his belt, patting it. He noted a few germ like crows swiming about the blade where the german had licked. "Thank you, hinny."

The blonde's through the roof energy would have phased him if that question wasn't something he was already concidering. What was he gong to do anyway? Gabri had planned on a few games of cards just to get some gas money or a room somewhere (nice as he was, he was a spectacular card player and didn't concider loosing a possibility- even in Vegas). Sure, he took money from the people he killed- what use were worldly possessions to them? They couldn't take them with him. But, he was almost broke and a room cost alot. There's spiders in your hair and the webs are falling down, there's spiders in your hair and the webs are falling down. Consentration, consentration.

Brushing the sticky substance out of his hair he said, "Wait one second please, there's spiders on my head." When he was sure all the crawling aracnids were gone, Gabri continued. "I don't want to sleep in the car. So I should get some money." The boy paused, looking up, then nodded. "Thats why I came. They told me too. I was going to cut off your head but I don't think I'll do that now. Someone else instead, ok? You can help if you take the blood out after I hit them and break their face to bits."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi did not understand the concept of someones personal space. It just wasn't in his catalogue of terms, the concept didn't exist to him. So when Gabri complained of spiders the blondes hand was twitching by his side, urging him to flip that hat in and peer around in those dirty locks and search him for arachnids. Something stopped him.

"Cut off my head?" The german burst into a series of frantic giggles before stiffling them. It shouldn't be funny, Taxi. Certaintly not. He still hasn't clued in fully to what you are. "I'm glad you didn't, would have ruined my shirt, I would have criieedd." A bit of a pout as he calmed himself, strolling up by the others side. And he returned to Gabri just in time to hear the new proposition.

"REALLY?! DANKE DANKE!" Glee, utter rapture. Using superhuman swiftness to his advantage Taxi threw his arms up around the taller man from the side and pecked a kiss on his cheek before releasing him quickly and dancing ahead of them. This was gonna be awesome, he would not only get to watch some senseless (But apparently justified) slaughter (which was always a turn-on to the sadist) but he was going to get a free meal out of it.

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Pulling a single twitching leg of a trancula from the back of his head, Gabri replied in a matter of fact tone, "You wouldn't have cried because I would have cut off your head." He did not know, of course, that Taxi was quite basicly a zombie and detaching the head from neck wouldn't do much harm. However, he was beginning to understand that the man was not normal, much like how he himself was not ordinary, and wouldn't be entirely surprised to see a rolling, angry yelling head demanding to be put back on the shoulders. "I'd feel very bad about ruining your shirt though."

And then, oh and then

Taxi flew up from the ground and Gabri could see that his legs had turned to springs only to projectile himself directly at him. Having not expected it and being too polite to violently shove or any of the sort, he could only give a little 'oomf' noise and put his arms out- much to late of course. He felt the peck and soon as Taxi let go the boy turned so red that even his fingers blushed, rubbing his face vigorously with the sleeve of his coat. Feeling awful dirty and wrong he couldn't get any words out except maybe a few whines and a squeek. What a weird person this german chap was. Infesting his face with those germ-like crows, oh god they even burned as they bit him.

After a moment or two of recooperating form that vicious attack though he went chasing after the vampire. "Y-you said you k-know where the m... mirage was."