they ask me if i feel remorse and i answer, why a'course

[slipperysoul]

Who: Angelus & YOU
When: Anytime from this past Wednesday to next Tuesday night
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: Angelus is on the prowl. Offer yourself up for food, fight, or death.
Warnings: Gore...... gore, and more gore?

[ Though Angel might have walked through the night like it was his, he didn't own it. Just that fact alone tore Angelus up inside -- all the wasted opportunities, all the potential, just thrown away.

Because Angelus walked through the night and wrapped it around his fingers until it broke in half, twisted people and blood and torture until they painted masterpieces that only he could see. He made it part of himself, part of his whole being and let shadows flow through his veins like the blood that had turned to dust long ago.

Every single night since he'd lost his soul, Angelus carved a path through the Port and took down people everywhere he went, left corpses in his wake and the echoes of screams ringing in his ears. The last thing he intended on doing was stopping, and he was going to make up for every second of time Angel had wasted. ]



[ ooc; OKAY GUYS, so here's the deal. Tag in with times/dates (has to be from this wednesday to.. next monday or tuesday) and locations of your characters so that I know where Angelus... needs to be for whatever we've decided on (be it fighting, eating, or killing). Apart from that, give me at least a little bit to go off of, and we'll go from there!

Thanks! ]

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Saturday night - around midnight?

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy normally made it home before sirens. Especially with vampires out on the prowl - she had too much experience from back home to not respect a vampire. But tonight, she'd needed the night air - as fetid as it was in places - and two feet.

Still, she'd brought the stick. "Nothing he built but what couldn’t become a spear when needed." That was what the oakman had said and she'd watched it spear a vampire. She was feeling quite comforted with having the thing with her.

Her senses were wide, alert. Mercy wasn't an idiot. She knew she was taking a risk. And she hadn't work the sheep - just in case she had to shift. She smelled it. Vampire. She knew that smell all too well. There was something... not quite human, but not quite dead about it.

Her pace quickened. Mercy doubted she could make it home, but she wasn't going to not try...]

got it!

[slipperysoul]

[ She could try as hard as she wanted, really, Angelus didn't mind. That was half the fun of it after all -- the fight, the struggle, watching someone fight for their last gurgled breaths. Why torture at all if you didn't enjoy the effects. Not that he had torture in mind, but more simply, the hunt.

Because while some vampires liked to follow behind, Angelus liked to stay ten steps ahead of everyone. It was the only way to do things right, really. Otherwise you had no advantage. And advantage was what you needed to be a couple hundred years old.

Which was why a few seconds before she passed by the alley he was standing in, Angelus stepped out onto the street in front ofher, hands buried deep in the pockets of his trench coat.

Have a smile, Mercy. ] Going somewhere?

[vw_coyote]

[She stopped short. She knew too many things about vampires not to be wary of them. Holding the silver-topped walking stick, Mercy held her ground, not moving at all.

Her lip almost curled, but she managed to restrain the impulse. He wasn't Stefan and she needed to remember that. So, instead, she just cocked an eyebrow at him.]

Home.

[slipperysoul]

Well, that's a boring answer. Nothing fun's gonna happen at home. [ Taking a few, wandering steps forward, Angelus was enjoying himself, just watching Mercy react.

Man, how he'd missed this. ]

[vw_coyote]

[Now her lip did curl. The smell of vampire washed over her and she took a step back. Her hand tightened on the walking stick. She'd been using it kind of as a cane, but now it could be a damned weapon.

... How the hell had the oakman turned it into a spear? That would have been nice to know. Willing it? So... turn into a spear. Turn into a spear.

That wasn't working.]

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