Something Wicked This Way Comes [Monsieur Lunaxy and Mademoiselle Beast]

[Beast]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Beast & Lunaxy

There were many things in the world that Ivy hated, but perhaps the thing that captured her complete and utter loathing most of all was assignment day. Ah, yes. The day of assignment. It was an entire twelve hours of daylight devoted to receiving and planning the missions of the month, complete with clipboards and name tags. Had Ivy known the day she signed up to become a part of the most bad ass, deadly group of vampire hunters the world had ever seen that she would be spending a good amount of her time doing paperwork, she would have turned and run. It wasn't the forms one had to fill out every time a mission was completed that was so bad, no, nor was it the constant signing in and out of various dungeons, interrogation rooms, and clinics that made her skin scrawl and mood plummet- no, it was assignment day.

With a scowl present on her flushed face, the young woman threw her clipboard onto the table and plopped down into the wheel-y chair, entirely ignoring the scowl the District Interrogator of Criminals and Killers (or, as Lily took great pleasure in constantly reminding him, DICK) shot her way. To say that Dick and she had never been friends would be a gross understatement, as anyone in Kurohanta would tell you. The number of tables, desk lamps, and bones that had been broken in the havoc that was their fights was unfathomable- and insured that the two would be in Kurohanta forever, if only to pay off the debts they continued to build.

“Lilith.” He said tersely.

“Dick.”

“For the five hundredth fucking time, my name is Greg, you little sh-!”

The man cut himself off and took a few long, deep breaths while Lily inspected her nails, her lips pursed in a bored manner. After “Greg” had collected himself and straightened his tie a few times, he started shuffling through a large stack of manila folders with a rather malevolent look in his beady little eyes. Had Lily known any better, she would suspect he was plotting her death. But of course, there wasn’t a single person in the organization that could take her down, and the last time Dick had really sparked her temper he ended up cowering in a corner begging for mercy. And there was that one time Lily had caught him trying to sneak a peek underneath her bikini top, most likely curious to see just how far the tattoos that swirled down her torso continued- oh, he had been out for days after that time. No, it was safe to say Dick would never do such an obviously malevolent thing. Probably. Maybe.

“Oh looky here.” The pudgy man cooed, sliding a folder in between his sausage fingers and grinning maliciously her way. “An S-class mission, just for you.”
Lilith narrowed her blood orange eyes and carefully plucked the file from his greasy hands, a small “hmm” reverberating through her chest. The contents of the pages were nothing special, just the run of the mill vamp with a bad attitude, but for some reason the assignment had been bumped up from the B to the S class roster over the span of a few months. The blurry snapshots caught only a few glimpses of midnight blue hair, and a gleaming pair of mixed jewel colored eyes, while the skeleton details they had on the subject looked greatly unpromising.

“Killed four of our best hunters already, this one.” Dick mused, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other, obviously pleased with himself.
Is that a challenge? That sounds like a challenge. Oh, this was most definitely a challenge. With a devilish smirk, she flicked the folder shut and stood, bending over the table and giving the man a good view of her chest. The mildly panicked look that crossed Dick’s face made her chuckle inwardly, and she licked her lips.

“Is that all, sweetheart?”

Before the male could muster up a reply, she had snatched yet another file from his precious little pile and strolled out of the room, humming merrily as she did. If he thought she couldn't handle a simple hunt-and-kill mission, she couldn't wait to see his face when she returned with two heads on stakes. A dark laugh left her lips as she pushed past the other hunters to the outside, the light rain pattering against the pavement was music to her ears compared to being cooped up inside with those idiots. Her breath echoed little puffs of fog into the air around her, and Lilith grinned. Today felt like a good day for hunting.

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Night had taken hold of the world rather quickly, and the shadows turned once cheerful scenes into ones that sent chills up the spine of the lone passerby. The rain had shifted from a soft drizzle to an outright downpour, and the deafening sound of the falling droplets drowned out the usual sounds of the city. Everything seemed dead. It was as if a storm had brewed over the small town, sucking away all of the energy and filling it with a dark black ink. Lily’s right brow curved downwards. In the two hours it had taken her to return to her small apartment and grab a few essentials, the world had changed. Thunder rolled in the distance, and as the young hunter crouched on the roof a small building, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. With the darkness, and the roar of the rain, she was at all of the disadvantages. Any number of disgusting creatures could be veiled in the shadows waiting to come up behind her and carve their blade into the delicate skin of her throat, and she would never hear them coming. This was beyond dangerous, downright foolish actually. Good thing Lily liked danger.

A small tap was the only sound heard when she hopped off the roof to a trash bin below, and then onto the wet ground. She had been stalking around the night for what seemed like ages now, soaked to the bone, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up the chase. The monster she was chasing, who happened to be a vampire, was one she had heard of before. He had taken down a team of the two best hunters the entire guild had- which coincidentally now made Lily the best hunter, but not by any pleasant means. She remembered the day the funerals had been held, and her grip on the shining silver dagger in her hand tightened. Nikushimi. Hatred. That was the creature’s name. That was who she was going to kill, or try to at least. Somewhere deep in the mountains somewhere, undoubtedly in some mysterious cave, there was a council going on between all of the league masters to deal with the problem that was Nikushimi, but no promises could be made no the outcome. A bunch of crotchety old men arguing over long standing traditions never made for much progress.

Lily sighed and cracked her neck from side to side, her feet quietly carrying her into the secluded shadows of an empty alley way. She would take out the lesser problem tonight, and then begin the hunt for her main target. The young woman ran a hand through her flame red hair, her fingers falling freely to the yellowed tips, and her eyes drifted clothes. In all honesty, she was exhausted. The night’s hunt had been far from fruitful, and the constant tense atmosphere that cloaked the league’s offices had everyone set on edge, and Lilith’s muscles were beginning to get sore.

“Well hello there, little lovely.”

To say a gravelly voice crawling against her skin from the shadows was cliché was an understatement, but that was her life. With an annoyed huff, she turned to see the sickly pale face of a not-so-friendly looking vampire. A hacking cough shook his frame and he doubled over, grinning against the blood that trickled down his chin. Lily could do much but raise a brow.

“Need a cough drop?” She mused. A rumbling laugh came from the sickly creature, which sounded more and more like a growl as it went on. The creature opened his mouth to say something, but paused, his grin dripping crimson.

“What’s this?” Another voice surfaced from behind her just as a cold, lifeless air wrapped around her neck. Lilith’s arm jerked backward, but her dagger clattered to the ground and slid away, along with her hopes of a shower and a good night’s rest. A small grumbled curse left her lips, and she clawed at the pale skin blocking her airway. The first voice chittered in approval and moved forward, his eyes gleaming a vicious red against the dim light of the moon.

“Now, now, little mouse. No need to struggle. I promise I don’t bite.” The grotesque thing threw its head back and howled with laughter while the one holding her giggled nervously, and Lilith sneered- her face turning a rather unattractive shade of blue. Match with her hair, it did not. The female incarnation of flame began to struggle with a little more urgency, thrashing in the iron tight grip of her captor. Her vision was beginning to flicker, and that last reservoirs of oxygen she had stored in her lungs began to dwindle. Ah, the great Lilith Redgrave, taken by surprise and killed by two lowly mongrel scum. How utterly disappointing.

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[Lunaxy]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

What was that strange sound? Seemed like something hitting against... Well, something. Probably some sort of plastic, or perhaps acrylic. It was pretty constant and repetitive, having about a full second of delay between each sound. After a while, though, the sound became a bit quicker, and it was now accompanied by the sound of something metallic hitting against a surface. The sounds seemed to create a rhythm together, a quick pace of sounds which soon after, had a whistling sound join in, creating an unique happy, quick beat, akin to electronic or trance music. At certain part, all the sounds stopped as a deep, yet soft masculine voice started singing in the same rhythm as the beat.

♪ The lights go out
Now it's you and me ♪

And just after the few words, the plethora of noises and sounds returned - much louder than before, as if whoever was causing them started to do so with more motivation than before. However, hardly a minute passed before it was interrupted, a loud, high-pitched voice yelling the name "Nero!" Just as a book flew in direction of he, Nero himself. The boy, who likely was expecting that, merely tilted his head to the side, hardly phased by the book which flew past him. Though he indeed stopped the noises, standing himself up right after. He was using a pen and a... a spoon to produce such marvelous piece of music, but he got rid of both objects quickly. The pen was tossed skillfully in a small can - which had various other objects you'd use to paint or write, but in Nero's case, they were used to produce music. Obviously. The spoon, though, was placed vertically in his mouth as he bit onto it, taking a few steps towards the room where a book had flew from earlier, his hands moving together mischievously behind his back, a lovely grin found itself on his face as his oddly colored, glowing orbs settled themselves on the petite girl who sat in front of a computer desk, apparently... playing a game.

"Throwing a book at Hatred, Liane? Stopped caring about your precious life all of sudden?" Nero mused as he took the spoon from his mouth, holding it with a hand. A darkly chuckle had crept out of him, his chest heaving slightly as he bent himself forward, taking a closer look at the young girl. The two practically lived together, even if they weren't close. Not siblings, not cousins, not friends, not friends with benefits and much less in a relationship. It was quite awkward, but the simple fact that two had knew themselves for nearly two years was enough to share a house. And she even allowed him to sate his hunger for blood with her, in small quantities, of course.

"Oh please, Nero. What will 'Hatred' do? Leap around the house and do flamboyant flips about? A monkey can do the same."

"Ouch. You're mean, Liane. You're supposed to fear me."

"Except not. You're just lucky because of those odd eyes of yours. Just because someone shares the same eyes - and appearance, apparently, and can actually do something, you're now feared and all. But I know you're still the same lil' thing you've always been."

Shrugging his shoulders, Nero straightened himself, his arms moving behind his head as he rolled his eyes, looking up at the ceiling fan, which was moving at a disturbingly slow pace. "Right. Anyway, I wonder who this guy is... The last thing I heard, from a friend in the undergrounds, he killed two of the best vampire hunters by himself. Vampires' eyes becomes red due to what they represent and all, both of them. I have them this way because I'm not a vampire - though I'm like, weaker than a vampire. If he's capable of doing that, and has his eyes colored differently, it's highly unlikely that he's a halfling like me, right?"

"You're talking too much again, Nero." Liane warned him, turning around in her spinning chair to look at him, giggling softly at the expression the boy had made. Almost as if her comment had saddened him. "Just... don't think about it that much. Also, you should stop impersonating whoever he is, it's dangerous, you know. If this guy, whoever he is, finds out someone alike him is using his reputation to intimidate others, I'm sure he won't take it kindly. Anyway, why the grimace, Nero? Want to feed or so?" Liane asked as she spun on her spinning chair yet again, a full turn as she stopped when facing the young halfling again.

"... I'm fine, and I haven't been impersonating him. I mean, I did it once, because I was cornered - there wasn't an option, though. Normally, I just run without letting whatever is after me see my eyes, otherwise they might think I'm him or so. Ah, it's so strange, sometimes I'm confused by who I really am. I'm going out for now, though, I want to find out more about... This Nero version badass." The boy laughed a bit, while Liane laughed a bit as well, her eyes rolling at his 'confusion', knowing it was just him being needlessly dramatic.

Waving at his dear friend, Nero left her to herself as he moved onto the living room, tossing the spoon to the kitchen, which was just a few meters away. The sound of glass breaking was heard, and yet again, Nero scores a perfect hit at one of the glasses! This was the third time such happened. Before he had his bones broken, or his hearing destroyed by the yelling which would ensue, he swiftly grabbed his jacket, his arms moving into it's sleeves as he fixed it over his form, his hands quickly unfolding the slim-fit, white shirt under the jacket's collars because high-collared shirts were oh so sexy, and finally, he grabbed a small overcoat with a hood attached to it. There was sun outside, and while he knew how to move under the shadow, even during the day, he'd need to wear the coat if there wasn't a way to avoid the sunlight. How odd, someone using a coat in such warm day.

------x------

Except the coat had served another purpose: Protecting him from the rain. Funny how the happy, lovely day with several people walking about, dogs barking and even birds chirping in the sky had turned into a darkly, depressive and quiet tempest. Quiet with the exception of the ear-piercing droplets of water, which were more irritating than Nero's electric orchestra a while ago. It was specifically saddening how the entire day had gone to waste, as Nero was incapable of finding a damn little bit of information. And of course, at this point, enjoying the night was impossible. Nero hated rainy days, especially because rain was water, and water was soaking his coat and his clothes. Damn it. He had gone a bit far, though, so it'd be a long walk back to his -- well, Liane's house. Hopefully something interesting would happen during that meantime, even though at this rate, interesting was instantly associated with danger. Not that Nero didn't like danger, no, he loved the adrenaline even. It was just that... this thing named Hatred. It could be there, after him and all...

And there was the young vampire, or well, half-vampire. His hands had taken hiding in his jean's pockets as he walked calmly through the... roof. Nero felt at home there, he had learned how to use roofs as a way to get anywhere faster since young, parkour as it was called had became a second nature to to him. Occasionally, he'd swiftly prepare before leaping from a house to another - the only thing in which his 'vampire' part had served was granting him inhuman speed, and together with it, the ability to jump large distances without much preparation or momentum. This was pretty good to run or catch things, or well, spy on things; Nero was capable of hearing something... strange a small distance from him, and his curious nature made it difficult to move along without checking what was going on.

Moving to the edge, an alleyway was under him; and in it, a lovely couple. Not quite a couple, but indeed two individuals of the opposite gender, a male vampire and a woman. Nero's nose wrinkled slightly at the scent. He was never fond of vampires, even though he was partly one. His misscolored eyes gazed upon the female, oh to say she was arrogant was merely an understatement. She was quite arrogant, but arrogance always comes with a price. Nero had learned this when he acted arrogance towards Liane and she shoved the butt of a silver spoon on his shoulder. The burn mark was present until this day, it was pretty damn bad.

To the female down there, however, the price was probably a bit more than a scar. She was in a tight situation, being cornered by not one, but two vampires. Nero was already standing himself up to leave; there was no point in helping. He couldn't beat two vampires, not by himself, and of course... There was a chance she was part of the vampire-hunting guild. She could just as well kill him right after, after all... Taking a step to move away, he glanced back at the scene, a quiet grunt escaping him. Damned be his human part as well, he wasn't as cold as a vampire, he couldn't just leave her to die under the hands -... or well, fangs of two cowardly vampires. Right, he mustered enough confidence to jump right in, and he did just that; as he leaped into the air, the wind blew his hood off, the boy landing epically between one of the vampires and the human, his hand reaching to slap the hand which held her away. If the thing holding her neck wasn't so surprised, he'd probably notice that Nero's strength was just... average. For a human, that is.

"I've been attacked by two hunters once. Very recently." Nero spoke, his voice full of confidence; he was probably a good actor. Nah, he definitely was a good actor, or that was what he told himself mentally as he did, well, this. "I did not enjoy how cowardly they were, attacking me in pairs like that. For that, I've slaughtered the two of them." The combination of a red and blue gaze in this dark night was more than frightening, especially when it focused on you so intensively, just like it did with the vampire behind the damsel in distress. "And I shall not allow vampires to cowardly attack a human, either."

So idealistic, was he not? It did work, though, for no one in sane mind would dare challenge the mighty Hatred. Not even Nero himself, obviously. He was scared of himself! His stiff shoulders relaxed a bit as the pair of vampires started to take their retreat, or at least looked like they started doing such. Nero hoped deeply they would. Fighting two vampires was out of question, after all.