01-05-2017, 12:19 AM
“I should only hope so, for your sake good sir,” she had said.
“Of course, m’lady,” he had replied after only a few moments of silence. He took the opportunity to press his fangs against his lower lip as soon as her attention had been placed elsewhere. He slid his hand up to the collar of his robes and tugged against the fabric. His thoughts were racing as he tried to come up with more and more responses carefully selected through an experienced mind so as not to make his new date TOO mad at him. He glanced back towards Sakura, staring at her with shimmering eyes. Behind the bright-red lipstick and beautiful makeup was a woman he could not read. Every smile was a potential facade, an attempt to lower his guard while hiding her true thoughts. Everything from her dress to the very words she said to him in the mixtures of tones she used to convey them could serve as a distraction.
He had studied her oHarmony profile as rigorously as he could before accepting the date just so he knew what he was getting into. He had gotten down onto his hands and knees and thanked every God he knew for oHarmony’s profile system; without it, he would never have been prepared for Sakura, let alone anyone else in existence.
Yet despite that, there were always surprises when it comes to romance. There were always things you never truly knew until you met the person, and there were even more things you never knew about a person until you gave them a good, long look. And him, keeping his vampire eyes squarely on her as per her request, couldn’t help but notice these seemingly tiny things. The pompous manner in which she stood and walked, her head held high and a sinister smile planted on her face. The odd clacking sound that tapped a sweet melody on the pristine concrete of the Coruscant floor when her shoes made contact with the floor.
He also didn’t know how a person who seemed so cold could feel so warm. As her hand slithered towards his to accept his offer, he felt a small shiver run up his pale, lean arm and shoot through his body. He let out an almost inaudible pleasurable sigh as her fingers entwined with his own. He smiled as the grip on his hand tightened; a part of him wondered if it was that tight so she could rip his arm clean off if he tried anything. Nevertheless, he made sure the grin on his face was easily understandable and noticeable to his newfound partner. He just hoped she continued to hold his hand like that; the skin of his otherwise cold fingers were positively burning up and sending heat right down to the depths of his heart.
They continued to walk, hands intertwined, through the night-life of the streets of Coruscant. The stars above flickered into existence in the blackness above repeatedly, shining rays of tiny light down onto the people below. Dark, tall skyscrapers loomed over the denizens, the darkness covering up whatever light the buildings had near the top. As one looked down, though, color emerged. Bright flashes of neon green and purple appeared as if through magic as an eye drew closer to the surface. Glowing signs advertising products, showing off stores, and pointing in the direction of bars in a language very few understood how to speak, but nevertheless held a universal understanding. Multi-colored vehicles of sleek, steel metal zoomed to and fro above the couple, the whirring of the speeder bikes engines thankfully barely audible above the city crowd. Sure, Coruscant was a terrible place to live, to be sure, but even Mulligan had to appreciate the sights when he saw them.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of walking and silence, the two came up towards a crosswalk. Street lights above blasted light down onto the sidewalks, revealing the red, green, and orange colors of the traffic lights and the rapidly approaching traffic itself. The couple halted, the vampire pressing a button against a metal pole that held up the street signs as the speeders zoomed past.
As they waited, she had asked the question, and he had answered as honestly as possible. When he was finished, he had mentally braced himself for what was to happen. He figured she would frown and chastise him, or maybe she would shank him with a knife or even just dump him right on the spot. All of those seemed like likely possibilities to him.
When he turned his head to face her, however, he could only widen his eyes in response to what he saw. He didn’t quite know what he saw, but for just a split second, the beautiful stoic face of hers softened. There was no anger, no annoyance. Instead, she looked shocked, and in her shock, he got a glimpse of her eyes. And in those eyes, he saw something the profile never told him about: a past. Of course, villains were never born, but to see a shade of what this woman once was was still enough to cause his eyebrows to raise and his mouth to open ever so slightly.
And, just like that, she smiled, expressing her happiness but hiding the shadow of her past. He could only remain silent as he stared at her, having enough attention to listen to her but remaining so ingrained in his own thoughts that he could remind himself of why he was still there.
He had no reason to still be alive, really. After all, what else is a vampire if not a raging sex lunatic who enjoys the pleasures of lust and romance? What good is an immortal that craved the blood of humans and animals? What good is immortality, really? Yet, for some reason, he was chosen to be the one brought into the Omniverse by some random witch in a cottage somewhere. Out of all the men, women, and children of the universe, he was the one. Why? What use do I have to anyone but as a source for pleasure?
But her blue, ocean-colored eyes, and the brief look he got of something hidden away inside them, was all he needed to remember to remind himself of why he had to exist. And why, in the end, he was a god-loving vamp.
“I just… I guess there’s a reason I exist, you know?” he said, “a reason I’m not dead even after all this time. Seems unlikely that someone like me can live so long without dying, even without considering my line of work. It isn’t really all that fun being a vampire…”
He opened his mouth to elaborate on what he was talking about when an audible ding erupted from the top of the metal pole. Both Sakura and Eddy looked up to see a white, glowing man walking as the last of the speeders zipped past the crosswalk. They took a moment to look at each other before beginning to traverse the white bars painted on the ground, crowds walking past them. Along the way, the vampire continued to talk, making sure to keep his woman entertained.
“Anyways, as to my actual work, it’s actually more traditional than you’d might think. I go to the government sanctioned religious cathedrals every Sunday and preach whatever book I happen to have in my hand at the time,” he said as he waved his free hand towards a street that led towards another section of the city, pointing his finger towards some buildings a long ways away, “I do the same thing with the Sunday school. I spend time teaching the kids about whatever God they happen to be interested in at the time. It’s rather fun, especially since the kids find it funny that an undead monster like myself could know so much about God.”
He forced out a chuckle, over-exaggerating the shaking of his shoulders as his laughter died away almost as soon as it began. He continued to stick close to Sakura, finally quieting down to give her a chance to speak.
“Of course, m’lady,” he had replied after only a few moments of silence. He took the opportunity to press his fangs against his lower lip as soon as her attention had been placed elsewhere. He slid his hand up to the collar of his robes and tugged against the fabric. His thoughts were racing as he tried to come up with more and more responses carefully selected through an experienced mind so as not to make his new date TOO mad at him. He glanced back towards Sakura, staring at her with shimmering eyes. Behind the bright-red lipstick and beautiful makeup was a woman he could not read. Every smile was a potential facade, an attempt to lower his guard while hiding her true thoughts. Everything from her dress to the very words she said to him in the mixtures of tones she used to convey them could serve as a distraction.
He had studied her oHarmony profile as rigorously as he could before accepting the date just so he knew what he was getting into. He had gotten down onto his hands and knees and thanked every God he knew for oHarmony’s profile system; without it, he would never have been prepared for Sakura, let alone anyone else in existence.
Yet despite that, there were always surprises when it comes to romance. There were always things you never truly knew until you met the person, and there were even more things you never knew about a person until you gave them a good, long look. And him, keeping his vampire eyes squarely on her as per her request, couldn’t help but notice these seemingly tiny things. The pompous manner in which she stood and walked, her head held high and a sinister smile planted on her face. The odd clacking sound that tapped a sweet melody on the pristine concrete of the Coruscant floor when her shoes made contact with the floor.
He also didn’t know how a person who seemed so cold could feel so warm. As her hand slithered towards his to accept his offer, he felt a small shiver run up his pale, lean arm and shoot through his body. He let out an almost inaudible pleasurable sigh as her fingers entwined with his own. He smiled as the grip on his hand tightened; a part of him wondered if it was that tight so she could rip his arm clean off if he tried anything. Nevertheless, he made sure the grin on his face was easily understandable and noticeable to his newfound partner. He just hoped she continued to hold his hand like that; the skin of his otherwise cold fingers were positively burning up and sending heat right down to the depths of his heart.
They continued to walk, hands intertwined, through the night-life of the streets of Coruscant. The stars above flickered into existence in the blackness above repeatedly, shining rays of tiny light down onto the people below. Dark, tall skyscrapers loomed over the denizens, the darkness covering up whatever light the buildings had near the top. As one looked down, though, color emerged. Bright flashes of neon green and purple appeared as if through magic as an eye drew closer to the surface. Glowing signs advertising products, showing off stores, and pointing in the direction of bars in a language very few understood how to speak, but nevertheless held a universal understanding. Multi-colored vehicles of sleek, steel metal zoomed to and fro above the couple, the whirring of the speeder bikes engines thankfully barely audible above the city crowd. Sure, Coruscant was a terrible place to live, to be sure, but even Mulligan had to appreciate the sights when he saw them.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of walking and silence, the two came up towards a crosswalk. Street lights above blasted light down onto the sidewalks, revealing the red, green, and orange colors of the traffic lights and the rapidly approaching traffic itself. The couple halted, the vampire pressing a button against a metal pole that held up the street signs as the speeders zoomed past.
As they waited, she had asked the question, and he had answered as honestly as possible. When he was finished, he had mentally braced himself for what was to happen. He figured she would frown and chastise him, or maybe she would shank him with a knife or even just dump him right on the spot. All of those seemed like likely possibilities to him.
When he turned his head to face her, however, he could only widen his eyes in response to what he saw. He didn’t quite know what he saw, but for just a split second, the beautiful stoic face of hers softened. There was no anger, no annoyance. Instead, she looked shocked, and in her shock, he got a glimpse of her eyes. And in those eyes, he saw something the profile never told him about: a past. Of course, villains were never born, but to see a shade of what this woman once was was still enough to cause his eyebrows to raise and his mouth to open ever so slightly.
And, just like that, she smiled, expressing her happiness but hiding the shadow of her past. He could only remain silent as he stared at her, having enough attention to listen to her but remaining so ingrained in his own thoughts that he could remind himself of why he was still there.
He had no reason to still be alive, really. After all, what else is a vampire if not a raging sex lunatic who enjoys the pleasures of lust and romance? What good is an immortal that craved the blood of humans and animals? What good is immortality, really? Yet, for some reason, he was chosen to be the one brought into the Omniverse by some random witch in a cottage somewhere. Out of all the men, women, and children of the universe, he was the one. Why? What use do I have to anyone but as a source for pleasure?
But her blue, ocean-colored eyes, and the brief look he got of something hidden away inside them, was all he needed to remember to remind himself of why he had to exist. And why, in the end, he was a god-loving vamp.
“I just… I guess there’s a reason I exist, you know?” he said, “a reason I’m not dead even after all this time. Seems unlikely that someone like me can live so long without dying, even without considering my line of work. It isn’t really all that fun being a vampire…”
He opened his mouth to elaborate on what he was talking about when an audible ding erupted from the top of the metal pole. Both Sakura and Eddy looked up to see a white, glowing man walking as the last of the speeders zipped past the crosswalk. They took a moment to look at each other before beginning to traverse the white bars painted on the ground, crowds walking past them. Along the way, the vampire continued to talk, making sure to keep his woman entertained.
“Anyways, as to my actual work, it’s actually more traditional than you’d might think. I go to the government sanctioned religious cathedrals every Sunday and preach whatever book I happen to have in my hand at the time,” he said as he waved his free hand towards a street that led towards another section of the city, pointing his finger towards some buildings a long ways away, “I do the same thing with the Sunday school. I spend time teaching the kids about whatever God they happen to be interested in at the time. It’s rather fun, especially since the kids find it funny that an undead monster like myself could know so much about God.”
He forced out a chuckle, over-exaggerating the shaking of his shoulders as his laughter died away almost as soon as it began. He continued to stick close to Sakura, finally quieting down to give her a chance to speak.
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but i'm here to tell ya honey
that i'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad to the bone
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