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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 23:03:26 GMT -5
"That's stupid."
Taxi's announcment was followed by rising up quickly from his position and before Gabri had even the notion to stop him two hands were planted on either side of the taller mans head and dead green eyes were staring at him, mere inches from eachothers face.
"Liar. I read humans perfectly, Gabrjel, I don't appreciate it when they try to hide something from me." A frown, a scowl, and worst of all, Taxi didn't look entirely like Taxi. He had that predatory feeling to him, looking down on the other. Dangerous. The blonde had already discerned he wasn't a hitman, or else he'd be the worst fucking one ever. And that's what this man below him was describing, or trying to, no, he was skating over the surface of something, avoiding it. Taxi was horrendously good at reading others, it came from hunting and from being a rampant slut. Just what was Gabri hiding from him? He didn't want to find out through intimidation, but apparently that's what he was going to have to do.
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Post by Rip on Oct 4, 2007 14:59:38 GMT -5
His submissive nature did not allow Gabri to twist away when Taxi grabbed him, instead he just tensed up, eyes wide and pulse speeding for maybe a few seconds before the gaze evolved into a more steady focus. His entire attention was on the blonde haired nightmare and he couldn't-or wouldn't- shake it off.
"I'm not lieing," said the Pole quietly, pausing to concider how Taxi had used his full name. "Mr. Ungeheuer." Even this, coming from him as close to a snark as he could possibly get, was said politely. The only difference was a small incline in his voice, drawling out the name. He pronounced it well.
In truth, he really hadn't been lying. While Gabrjel was indeed an insane, lunatic of a seriel killer, he was still a person of 'proper' behavor. Rudeness offended him more then anything, and lying was unkind. He had, indeed, just scrapped the iceburg of his situation as it was not something he wanted to talk about. "Please don't make it worse on me by having me explain details. One of them might hear you."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 5, 2007 1:34:45 GMT -5
It was impossible to tell what Taxi was thinking by his expression, the only thing one could realize what that he was indeed thinking deep. Mouth slightly ajar, ever so slowly drawing his tongue over the front of his fanged teeth while his gaze smoldered at Gabri, mere inches from him.
Even though it seemed impossible, the blonde leaned in even further, his hair shading his face. The light didn't catch his eyes at all, no, they were dead and the clear quality of them was gone. Dark and lifeless.
"Who?"
In the end, insatiable curiosity won over whatever concern he had for Gabri's well being. There was no possible way he could just step back and carry on. He was immortal, afterall, and he didn't want to have the question 'What the fuck?' burning a hole in his head for eternity. Eternity was a helluvalong time to spend alone with your thoughts and memories. Usually he could cast memories out, but, there was an itching in the back of his head which told him he wouldn't be able to forget Gabri all too easily. Nor did he think he wanted to.
And it wasn't as though he was afraid of 'them' hearing the conversation. If it came down to it, the vampire was sure he could deal with whoever it was. He was untouchable by man, immortal, not even one of gods creatures. Who could it possibly be that had this shy nice little creature Taxi had become quickly fond of in such a terror? This simply wasn't acceptable. Nobody could intimidate Taxi's friends like this. Nobody but Taxi, that is.
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Post by Rip on Oct 5, 2007 18:39:57 GMT -5
Gabri tried to shrink back a little bit, with Taxi leaning so close and with that stare burning a hole in his eyes, but the grip was too firm and he could only express himself through facial features. The corners of his mouth went up, cheeks following, not in a smile but in distress. If he could manage it, he might have whined a little, but with his attention focused so well he couldn't bring himself to make so much as a squeek.
When the German asked 'who', the boy winced as if in pain. He could hear chattering down on the floor, which Taxi could not. Rodent voices. In horror, he watched a black rat, infested with fleas, climb up the vampire's shoulder. It's dark, beedy eyes had been replaced by the mushy lumps Taxi left on the table in the livingroom, and now they oozed half out it's head. On it's back was a human ear, fully functional. It even turned it's back to the Pole and arched it's spine, just to make sure not a would be muffled.
More rats followed it's example. At least ten perched atop the blonde nightmare, three in his hair and two others on either shoulder. One had it's tail wrapped about Taxi's neck and was dangling like a mountain climber, all of them leaning forward with grim exciment- each of them twittering and ready to tattle.
Gabri swallowed, hard, and looked away from them, forcing himself to meet Taxi's eyes. "Azrael," he started, feeling the gravity in the room increase. "Is it's name. I don't know the gender, I never spoke to him or her directly." Saying 'it' seemed impolite. "Just... the assistants. I'd show you one of them if I could." The rats bared their teeth.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 5, 2007 19:50:23 GMT -5
Taxi was this close to demanding to know just what the fuck he was watching, those wierd little eyes of Gabri's chasing something. The other was rescued from torment by his own words. Rescued was a rather loose term, however.
His mind sputtered. The name was familiar, but, names sort of blended together after a while. Something faintly clicked to centuries ago when he had been briefed on religion in schoolhood teaching. But Taxi had never really paid attention to that, it was boring as all fuck and the concept of god was ridiculous to him. No mentions of vampires in the bible. Assholes.
So Gabri's admission left Taxi very confused. Unable to keep up his scary mask, it melted into a strange little 'Huh?' face. Nose scrunched up, brows furrowed, standing up and releasing the other so he could scratch his head while looking down at him. He shifted from being rather intimidated to having a complete blonde moment rather quickly.
"Bwuh?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 5, 2007 20:36:04 GMT -5
Gabri's hands went to the side of his head, rubbing the right temple lightly, shoulders up, looking on the defensive if only for a few seconds. The rats were satisfied and scurried off, he watched them do this, and they broke their bones to slip through the cracks in the floor.
"Azrael." He repeated, blinking up at Taxi, making no motion to stand. "Angel of death. Grim reaper. Just plain Death. Whichever name you want, thats who it is." The Pole adjusted his hat, looking thorougly shaken up, and brushed off his shoulders before continuing in a more thoughtful but nervous voice. "I think he is similar to you. I don't think he's human, either."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 5, 2007 21:09:18 GMT -5
Taxi stared at Gabri for a very long minute before very carefully speaking. He was still unsure as to what the other mans definition was and was approaching this very carefully.
"But i'm not a Grim Reaper." And neither are you. His mind spoke what his mouth dared not. If this other truely believed he was under the service of Death himself, then there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. Besides, Taxi didn't want to. This was all sorts of delightful, Gabri not only saw shit apparently, but his reason for killing was that he was under the control of the Angel of Death?
"I'm not at all what you are, or your master is." Time for an exchange of information, the Pole had revealed his identity, might as well yours. "I'm Nosferatu."
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Post by Rip on Oct 5, 2007 21:20:28 GMT -5
It was Gabri's turn for a dumb moment. The word 'nosferatu' was so goddamn obscure and... unexpected that he assumed it was a a slip of the tonge. A slip as in he throught Taxi just sneezed or coughed or lost his head or forgot what he was even talking about. Infact, the word was so weird that he didnt' even reconize the meaning right away, and with a confused expression he said, "Gesundheit...?" in an unsure tone.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 5, 2007 21:25:27 GMT -5
"Vampir. You know, Vampires, teeth, blood, sun?" Hand gestured towards the window before tapping at one of his canines with a perfectly manicured nail. "Immortal?"
Man. This was confusing and almost not worth the trouble, but Taxi was still enticed by Gabri. Humans were usually so dull. This one sure wasn't, he didn't even mind revealing what he was. Not that it hadn't been made horrifically obvious by this point. Just to get the point across, the vampire tugged at his own hair. "I'm sixhundred and fourteen. I think. Maybe."
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Post by Rip on Oct 5, 2007 22:20:03 GMT -5
Despite believing in demons, angels, heaven, hell, giant centipeades, 50 foot worms, crows that marked the dead, rats who reported with human ears on their backs, mice that carried clip boards, sharks swimming in the gutters, chicken feteses in his hair and... of course... Azrael's assistants, Gabri looked oddly humored. Taxi was obviously fooling with him. There was no such thing as vampires, what the heck kinda fool was Taxi playing him for? A little grin spread across his lips, but the Pole didn't say what he was thinking. It would be mean and impolite. He drowned the smile.
Of course, he didn't deny that Taxi had inhuman actions and behavors. It wasn't normal to drink someone dry or explode if the sun hit them. But he wouldn't say vampire. How silly would he feel for saying that allowed? It was like believing in the boogyma-..
... hm.
"I'm going to get in trouble now." Gabri said, sinking back into the pillows of the chair, though he didn't look especially concerned. At least not right then. "That's a long time to be alive. What would you have done if no one picked you up on the street? Kinda an embarissing death." He removed his hat, running his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, tired of looking at the rats. "I'm tired."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 5, 2007 23:03:20 GMT -5
c"I would have had to dig into the dirt and bury myself. Which would have sucked, but, it's not so bad once you get used to it." The vampire sat on the edge of the bed, watching Gabri like a boy with an ant farm or something. Curiosity. Examining his new friend, the subtle nuances each being had which very few noticed. Reading him and absorbing everything he could like the far younger creature was some elaborate book.
He didn't look so insane. Just how crazy was what he had said, anyways? Wasn't the concept of vampires just as ludicrious as what Gabri was claiming to be? Taxi didn't really believe in any god or diety, but over years of careful examination of the world around him he had decided he hadn't cared. At all. So perhaps there was some god which had instructed the other to kill. Maybe not to destroy all of Las Vegas, but.. It would be pretty fucking awesome if Gabri really was under the thumb of the Angel of Death.
"Sleeping during the night is dumb. But you look exhausted."
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Post by Rip on Oct 5, 2007 23:49:26 GMT -5
"I guess you don't have to breathe." Gabri replied, opening his eyes and watchin the ceiling. "Vampires are dead, so... your really dead, right?" What an odd thought. Talking to a corpse. Not that he believed Taxi and his Nosferatu story anymore now then he did then, but... still. He had often seen zombie like people and sometimes they spoke, but never to the extent of Taxi. There was a distinct difference between the german and the skeleton woman at the front desk, for example. He was more earthly. He was real. The other wasn't. Not that Gabri would ever admit it, even if he knew.
"I think I'd go swimming if I was dead, but could still walk around like you can." The hat shifted in his hands, and he laid it in his lap. His silver and green eyes followed the water ripples along the ceiling fan. "Like in the ocean. I wouldn't need oxygen, because I wouldn't need to breathe. I can't swim though. Maybe I could just walk along the bottom."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 6, 2007 0:19:16 GMT -5
"Dead. Heart doesn't need to beat, don't need to breath, can't eat drink or piss. I really don't even require cleaning as I don't produce any of the natural pheremones or sweat that humans do. I have spit, tears and semen, but I think thats a result of my mind telling my body to do it, not a required need." He named these facts off on his his fingers before popping one in his mouth, gnawing on the nail as he knew it would never break. "Hair won't cut, body won't scar, won't age. Most of us have superhuman healing, strengths, and senses. I'm kinda a..."
It was incredibly difficult to find an appropriate word so he avoided it, "You'd float. I think. Cause there's air in your- Ohwait, I guess there wouldn't be-" Arrgggg hard thoughts.
He got up from his perch on the end on the bed and kneeled infront of Gabri, a twisted heinous sly little smile on his pale face with his hands on the others knees. "Wanna see something cool?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 6, 2007 12:05:57 GMT -5
Gabri grinned inspite of himself. If they wouldn't lock him up for murder or for seeing things on a regular basis, they certainly would for conversing with a 600 year old 19 year old. His brain was back in history class, trying to put a time line on the jawdropping age, quickly calculating that Taxi must have been born in the 12-14 hundreds- goodness, that's an awful long time. Alot of wars, alot of events. The Pole felt a little jealous actually- not that he hadn't seen his own share of action. The problem with that most of those things happened within his own head. There was a lot of history in there, alright. He was a psychology major's dream. Even if he was captured eventually and found guilty for the countless deaths and missing persons, they probably wouldn't even inject that poison into his arm. They'd lock him away and look at him like a bug under a microscope. He'd be a science experiment. Gabri had concidered this before, but because he was an angelic created (literally). The boy would never even think about the word 'crazy'.
"Well, then I'll just have to wear heavy shoes or something-" Taxi's sudden movement surprised him a little, and he looked down, blinking twice. "Um, sure."
He probably should have been a little more suspicious. Unfortinatly, he was a very naive person.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 6, 2007 12:54:31 GMT -5
Swift hands reached around Gabri's back to snatch the hatchet which he knew was lodged in the back of his pants. He stayed crouched down infront of the other, admiring the blade for just a moment before he held his left hand up in the air, wiggling his fingers. It didn't take long for the limb which was just slightly pink to turn perfectly white, all the blood which had pooled stagnantly in the limb due to the lack of a beating heart trailing down. Hand then rested on the arm of the chair, Taxi twirling the hatchet in his right. One quick glance up to the Pole before he brought the weapon down to sever his hand at his wrist.
It sat, twitching, muscles spasming as they were released. And Taxi leaned back to sit on his heels, grinning ferociously. There was no bleeding from either the detached appendage or the stump it came from, just a slight glimmer of repressed pleasure behind the vampires eyes.
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