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.
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.