New Around Here [Angelus]

[Keith "axel" Parker]

What was he doing here? That was a very good question. The Bronze seemed to be his type of environment, but a demon/vampire bar? This was different than what he was used to, but at the same time rather interesting. The positive outlook on this was that he was with people he could relate to. He took a slight glance at one of the demons with horns, cringing unnoticeably to the demons arround. Well, maybe not everyone. But the vampires at least. He had heard around town that this was a pretty popular place to be, though also a rather dangerous one as well. He didn't care about the danger, he enjoyed danger...And thrills. It was what kept him going. The adrenaline rush, which was only comparable with the hot orgasm during sexual intercourse. Though at times, such as feeding, the adrenaline rush was even superior.

Walking further into the bar, he made his way to the bar, noticing the man behind the bar who he had been told was 'Willy' also known as a snitch. He didn't like snitches, but under the circumstances, he might make an exception. That is, if he doesn't fuck with him. If he fucked with him, then Axel would have a problem with Willy. Yeah, and what kind of name was Willy anyway? It was either a reject version of Willy Wonka, who he found obsurdly over-the-top gay, or a comparison to the male penis. Still raising the question of this man's sexual orientation and well, standards. He did look like the type who would've got picked on. So why not make a vampire bar to make something of your worthless life? In many ways, it was smart. But Axel still couldn't comprehend why he couldn't use some of the riches to change his name to something less 'strange.'

"Gimme a beer," he stated bluntly to Willy, who looked at him awkwardly, before nodding nervously and pouring the beer, as Axel gazed threatenly towards him. He did feel tempted to snap the scrawny man's neck, which he could do effortlessly with one hand, but then the freaky looking demons probably wouldn't be happy. And he really wasn't wanting to pick a fight with a demon. He knew he'd win, of course, however the whole 'ugly' and disgusting thing was a thought of his. Even as a vampire, he still had standards. A demon was in a different class to him. A very low class, he knew.

When Willy poured the beer, he looked at Axel, his eyes demanding money. Axel rolled his eyes, groaning softly to himself as he drew out a note and placed it on the table. Usually he would be angered by this, however most of his money had come from theft from the dead bodies he had left behind. And, from his father's estates'. Life was grand, in those kind of circumstances. Money was no problem, though he wasn't too fond of giving up some of his money to a scrawny little man like Willy, who he felt like breaking in half, like a twig, right now. He had a feeling these two wouldn't get along. That is, unless Willy begun to realize who he was, and showed some proper respect towards him. He does it for those haggered-looking demons, so why not a vampire? They were so much cooler and sophisiticated. By far.

He moved his eyes away from Willy, taking a seat at one of the bar stools, watching from the corner of his eye as Willy moved away to serve someone else. Was this place really that good to be in? There were no chicks...Well there were some, but they hadn't really caught his eye. However he had caught their's, apparently, as they had continued gazing over towards him numerous times. Although they might be some fun, for one night, he wanted a girl to play with...Toy with, and drain. He wanted to feed, and this just wasn't the place to do so. The drinks were good though, he had to admit that. That seemed to be the only good thing around here.

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[Angelus]

He cracked his neck. If he was a human, his neck would've been broken by now. You could say it was a somewhat stress reliever for him. He would crack his neck every time he felt the crushing wave of stress sweeping over him. It was either that or beat the crap out of someone. Angelus preferred the second option, but unfortunately for the vampire, there was no one around who he could actually beat up. After cracking his neck and rather loudly if I may add, he took a deep breath enclosed air of the mansion. He was a big fat liar if he said that he didn't like it. Every little detail of the mansion was just an inhale away. Lately, he had wasted all his time sitting in his study. Darla and Drusilla were both out feeding their ravenous hunger for blood. As for Spike, Angelus had stopped asking where he wandered off these days. Sure the boy could get into tremendous trouble time to time, but Angelus had to remind himself that he was the youngest of the vampire family and usually the youngest tended to do stupid things. But still, Spike managed to piss Angelus off sometimes no matter what he did. But the young man was learning. And Angelus hoped that he could teach the boy some of his old tricks. Mass murdering was an art after all.

Coming to the conclusion that he didn't like younger vampires, Angelus sighed and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He wanted to stay inside the mansion and just enjoy the fact that he was alone in the house. In his own mansion. There were no women babble around or Darla to command her silly things. Even if Angelus enjoyed Darla's teasing and all that sex, she was after all a woman and Angelus had a hard time coping with two women at the same time. There was that odd hierarchy in the small family of theirs. And the constant power-struggle between Angelus and Darla was frustrating, but yet the two of them kept doing it over and over again. She wanted to be in charge and so did Angelus. Everything was a mess. Angelus brushed his cheek and felt the small bruise on it. The very same he had gotten before the girls left out. Oh yes, no one other than Darla made that little bruise on his face by slapping him. Actually it was more of a punch than a slap. That woman was powerful as hell. Angelus looked up to the ceiling. For some reason, the vampire decided not to wait for the girls and left out. He needed a drink. He needed to be around humans. Maybe he could start a fight. Or kill someone. All good options.

Angelus suddenly got a flashback when he was still human. When he used to start countless of fights. They all ended up him being thrown out from the pub but the thrill of it was simply addicting. Even after the bruises and the cuts he might get, he still thought to himself, it was all worth it. But all that was many years ago. Angelus' brow increased a bit when he kept wondering how long had it actually been? Over 200 years ago? Could it be? He wasn't that old. He had seen older vampires than himself. Angel shook his head and mentally slapped himself. He should stop thinking nonsense like this. He should focus on the situation at hand. Well, that situation was that he needed to get from the mansion. A small pub would do. Angelus fought the urge not to make a decision to kill everyone inside it. He was here to have a drink and maybe cause some small havoc and that was it. At the end of the day he would return back to Darla.
He opened the pubs door and faced the loud noise of humans. The stink of humans was made the nerves of this old vampire even more tighter. He approached the bar and sat down. The bartender gave a questioning look at him almost waiting for an order. Angelus sighed and cleared his throat. " Whiskey. Actually give me the whole bottle." He ordered and the bartender looked at him like he was crazy. Again he felt his nerves stretching and they were ready to snap any minute now. " Didn't I make myself clear?" Angelus snapped. Willy shook his head and placed the bottle of whiskey right front of the vampire. Instead of thanking, Angelus shook his head and muttered something about poor service. Since when did humans get so damn cocky.


ooc - sorry for the crappiness, I had this odd muse but it died like halfway XD

[Keith "axel" Parker]

Axel hadn't been paying much interest or attention to the environment around him. That being, most particularily, the people. It was because of his lack of interest in the people around him that he hadn't realized the man who had taken a seat beside him. It wasn't until he heard the man shout, and silence erupted throughout the bar, that he recognized that there was someone sitting beside him, and he was causing quite the scene. He smirked softly as he looked on at the fear in Willy's eyes, before glancing around the bar curiously, noticing all of the horrified faces, before they finally stopped their momentary pause and resumed conversation, once again filling the room with a neverending noise. It was more comforting to hear that, then the silence which transpired just moments before, that was for sure. Axel had never really been one for silence. In essence, it bored him.

He then noticed that the man who had single-handedly captured the attention of everyone inside the bar now had a an entire bottle of scotch in front of him. Axel looked on, slightly jealous, then looked at his small glass of beer. He enjoyed the flavour of beer. It was just so refreshing and empowering. But when he realized there was a better offer literally on the table, he did frown slightly. When the man begun muttering around bad service, he extended his elbows on the bar, taking a swug of his beer to finish the glass, before playing with his glass with an intrigued expression plastered on his face, as he begun to speak. "The service is pretty bad, isn't it?" He stated, moreso rhetorically than anything, however was in many ways demanding a comment in return. He eyed Willy as he served someone else. "Just makes you want to snap his scrawny neck," he added. It would be so easy to do, too. Looking at his glass, he smirked to himself evily. Even for more fun, stabbing Willy in the throat and watching his blood gush out onto the bar in front of them. That would definantly defeat the 'hype' of this man's bottle of scotch, when he had a fountain of blood coming his way.

He knew the man beside him was a vampire, not only because he was the only normal-looking one in the bar; even including the human, Willy, but because he was also brave enough to tackle an entire bottle of scotch. He did loathe at human's who attempted such a conquest. It was never successful, which was soon realized in the after-effects that next morning. On the same note, he could also smell something peculiar about the vampire. The taste of blood was in the air, and it wasn't from Axel's meal, either. Although he was still young and the scents were still overbearing at points, he was getting used to them, and recognizing what each of them were, or meant.

He felt slightly compelled, knowing that he wasn't the only vampire in the bar now. He hadn't really spoke to any vampires, deciding to instead keep to himself. He didn't know why he thought this way, he just did. He still hung onto a lot of his human life; that being how popular he was, the top of the football team and all the girlfriends he always had. He couldn't have any of those things anymore. Sure, the girls were complete bitches and whined too much, but they were still fun, there was no denying that. He could still have fun with girls as a vampire, and it was actually more enticing because he could invoke fear in them. But he knew he couldn't be the top in the football team, because inconveniently, most of the games were day games. That, really sucked!

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[Angelus]

When the silence landed inside the bar, Angelus twirled around in his chair and glared everyone. They had no idea who he was, yet the terrified looks on their faces were pleasing the vampire.
" What're you all staring at?!" The man growled and when the regular haze of noise returned, he turned around again the bottle in his tight grib.
Humans were odd creatures. Angelus had lost all understanding for them. Over 200 years, he had completely forgotten to be a human. So understanding them was asking too much from him. He didn't even want to understand them. They were nothing but dirty, weak things that populated the Earth. And vampires, instead of being on top of the food chain, they were forced to live in the darkness thanks to those pesky Slayers. Even thinking the Slayers made him itching to punch someone and he took a long gulp from the bottle of whiskey. The drink went inside him and it never really absorbed. It would take a lot more alcohol to make Angelus drunk. If you asked him how many bottles of whiskey's it would be enough, Angelus would answer there were no number in this world. That was a lie of course, but he liked to brag. Who didn't? Angelus leaned on the table utterly bored already. He wanted some action, but clearly this little pub wasn't going to provide that to him. Didn't they know who he was? No they didn't, but Angelus was just too stubborn to understand it. He poured down the whiskey again in his throat.
Angelus was about to turn around again and make his leave(yes, he was about leave this place without killing everyone, how strange was that?) when a voice suddenly piped up beside him. His brown eyes landed on a..boy.

The vampire listened him and he had to admit that he actually agreed with him. Angelus examined him and came to conclusion that either this boy was suicidal for even talking to him or then he was just bored. Or suicidal, did I mention that?
There was a slight possibility that the boy was a vampire which Angelus was starting to lean towards to since he talked in the same proud manner as any young vampire. And oh boy Angelus did not like the younger vampires. " You get used to it. That's why there's torture and killing to teach a lesson to this maggots." Angelus spoke and took a long sip this time. " Snapping their necks makes them just all panicky." Why was he talking to this fella? Hell, he wasn't even sure was the boy a vampire too, yet Angelus openly talked about torturing front of him. Not that he didn't enjoy talking about it - killing and teasing poor and weak humans was his passion. After Darla of course. Everything came down to Darla, didn't it? It surprised Angelus how he would constantly think about her and how he had to make sure that he didn't anger her. But lately both of them were getting into more and more fights. And the ones who suffered from them, were Drusilla, Angelus' little princess. Not that Angelus was patronizing, the girl was a lunatic already and seeing Angelus and Darla fight made everything so much worse.
Angelus eyed the boy again. " How long have you been like..this?" He asked meaning how long had the boy been a vampire. He looked young alright. But even if he looked young it didn't mean they were as young as they looked. Angelus could also easily smell if he was a new vampire, but at the moment, he was just too lazy to do anything.

[Keith "axel" Parker]

He smirked at the vampire's comment. It was different, to talk to a fellow vampire. He hadn't been too accustomed to it yet, at least not from a social standpoint. His conversations with them so far had been formal, and very brief, at the least. But this conversation was heading in a different direction, and he enjoyed that thought. He did want to be more 'in' the vampire community, and have a place for himself, and maybe this was a way of doing it. This vampire seemed cool, someone who as a human, he likely would've found himself to be friends with. The words torture and killing raced through his mind, and he liked hearing those words. They were dark, painful words. As a human, words like these would've weirded him out, but as a vampire, he enjoyed them. Because they were things he did enjoy doing.

He hadn't come into much experience with the torturing aspect, though. He just enjoyed the thrill of the kill, and draining the blood from the innocent human. But torturing? Hmm, why had he never thought of something like that! Thoughts begun to flood through his head of torturing an innocent girl. He envisioned the blood stains on the walls...The vicious cries and screams eminating from the terrified girl. The pain and fear in his eyes...Oh, it was intense. And it was beautiful. This vampire definantly had good taste, and he wanted to learn more about the torturing side of it. "Torture? Oh, now that sounds like my type of thing." He begun playing with his glass again, eyeing it, as if it was his prey, or something. Glass. Now that would be a fun torture weapon to use, wouldn't it? Yeah...Seeing the pain from a glass shard stuck in their beautiful thigh, the blood oozing out as the girl screams on in pain and fear. Beautiful.

"Snapping their necks shows our dominance, though..." He added, a confident smile placed on his face. He liked proving his dominance, not only as a superior being, but as superior amongst other vampires as well. Snapping a neck, although simple, showed how strong they really were. Sometimes it even scared Axel, how strong he was. But he enjoyed this feeling...He enjoyed being strong. "Sounds like you've had a lot of experience in this area, mate. Haven't heard too many gruesome stories...." After all, he was still an inexperienced vampire, as much as he hated it. Although he was strong in skill level, he wasn't that strong in the vampire mindset, and knowledge of storytelling in the vampire community. He didn't know how other vampire's did things, just how he did them himself. He used his own initiative, that was all. That was all he thought it took. But hearing these vampire's words proved otherwise. He wanted to know more. Become stronger.

How long had he been like this? Shit. Did he sound, that inexperienced? Eh, maybe he was just looking into it too much. The man might just have been casually asking him, out of curiosity, nothing more. "Two years, mate," he stated cooly, as if it was just any general question. He thought two years was a really good lifespan of a vampire. He had heard of many dying, but what, he wasn't too sure. He just knew that many young vampires had been 'slain' as they called it. But he wasn't slain, because he was strong. "You?" He chipped in, showing curiosity, yet driving the conversation at the same time. He seemed like he had been around for a while. He just had something about him.

He eyed the bottle of scotch now, before glancing up at the vampire again. "Thats a big bottle of scotch you got there mate...Are you planning on drinking all of that yourself? Seems like a difficult task, even for someone like us." He smirked as a friendly gesture, before moving the beer glass away from him. Maybe Willy would grab some sense and get him another one. That is, if this vampire wasn't keen on sharing. Most weren't.

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