* another way to die, M.J. PRIER

DRAGGED YOU DOWN BELOW DOWN TO THE DEVILS SHOW TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER PEACE OF MIND IS LESS THAN NEVER HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND BUT GOD AINT ON YOUR SIDE AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SERVED BURN THE WORLD YOUR LAST ENDEAVOR FLESH IS BURNING YOU CAN SMELL IT IN THE AIR CAUSE MEN LIKE YOU HAVE SUCH AN EASY SOUL TO STEAL SO STAND IN LINE WHILE THEY INK NUMBERS IN YOUR HEAD YOU’RE NOW A SLAVE UNTIL THE END OF TIME HERE NOTHING STOPS THE MADNESS TURNING, HAUNTING, HEARNING PULL THE TRIGGER YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN THE PRICE OF EVIL AND IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT YOU BELONG HEAR YEA OH IT’S YOUR FUCKING ----------- its your nightmare.YOU JUST SIT THERE STARING, WHILE YOUR NIGHTMARE COMES TO LIFEUnderage his ass. He had been alive for close to forty years! Whether the legal system would acknowledge that was completely up to them. But with a legal ID that had been given to him, it stated he had turned twenty one this past December, if it worked for the bar it worked for him. Because to put it simply, he wasn’t the type to complain about the simple things in life. When your life was a hell like his you learned to take certain things for granted while everything else was a virtue that god gave you. He was lucky to be alive, and it was that fact that proved to him if there wasn’t a god there was some high up watching over his ass. There was no way that he would’ve been left a live if it hadn’t been for who ever the hell way up there was watching over him. A shaky hand ran through the black fluff on top of his head that was known as his hair. Staring at the counter beneath his beer he sighed. Lets see, how was he going to express how he felt how he felt this fine night, oh yea, his life sucked there was nothing else too it. He was forever on the run, always on the look out for those damned DSC agents that wouldn’t let up. “So what if I’m so damn special, who the fuck cares.” Adams apple moved as he took in the last of his beer, raising his hand for another.Many saw the liquor to be disgusting, to him, it was just another drink to him, that Lycan part of him finding Alcohol that much more tolerable to drink than most, especially beer, only being 6% alcohol, now hard Liquor, now that was the stuff that tended to give life a happier outlook, but he was in no mood for a hang over. And so another beer was as he waited for it, but it never came. Looking up from his quiet state he saw a man laughing, arguing with the bartender, something about how that beer didn’t belong to him. Damn bastard stole his beer!“Hey, ass, yes you, that’s my beer, I paid for it, so hand—” Thuack! Damn this dude did not wait for any sort of queue now does he? His large bear like hand swung and connected with his jaw and like those slow-mo takes in those movies his face went the same way, but his eyes only glazed over with a hollow look to those brilliant unnatural blues. His hand grabbed the just swung arm, the other swinging and blocking the next punch before he swung a leg and threw the man flat on his ass. The man hissed and glared at him as he pulled down upon this boys leg, trying to even the playing field but found that the boy had stood his ground and didn’t plan on budging. Another swing, towards his leg caused him to jump and pull the brute up with him.“Dirty…playin’ lil punk thinks he’s…gonna win huh?”There was a smirk across his tan features as he glared at the clearly drunken idiot that challenged him. The sound of the bartender demanding that they take it outside blurred into a fury of punches that connected, missed, and were over swung. Before he knew it he had himself a nice bloodied lip and probably broken noise. By the time the bartender had gotten a hold of either of them this boy that had too much strength for his own good had a wicked smile across his face before he was grabbed and literately thrown out onto the streets of the French quarter. Along with his brawling mate.“Yea, run you fucking little…” He glared and spit on the ground, removing as much blood as he could before continuing on. “pansy ass coward!” He laid there on the street for a moment. The cool concrete feeling good against his over heating skin. Sure it was strange for him to just lay there but he didn’t give a damn what the public thought about him. With a bleeding lip and noise he was already felt just a tad woozy from all the pain. But it was a weird kind of woozy, and so with a sigh he kind of just laid there a moment staring at the sky, the beautiful blackened night sky. VANESSA @ ATF!

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  "Oi vey!" A young woman grumbled shaking her head as she squeezed her way between a few people to exit the bus as it slowed to a stop. She's taken it to get to the convenience store, on a mission to get herself a Monster Import. A hankering for the energy burst it gave her had willed the young woman to bust open the jewelry box she stashed her money in a pull out a couple tens before cramming her feet into the white-gray combat boots she now wore. As she hopped off the last step of the bus, striking a little ballerina pose the young woman heard what could only be a scuffle. Eyebrow arching ever so slightly, she brought her little pose to and end before stuffing her hands deep into the pockets of the jean jacket wrapped about her body.

  The black soles of her boots crunched little leaves and dirt beneath her feet as she casually meandered toward the sounds of fighting, or at least heated arguing perhaps. Her little adventure took her as far as the door to the bar, which was swiftly flung open. A blooded youth came crashing down by her feet and a drunk fool rammed her shoulder hard before scurrying away like a cockroach when the light turns on. "What an ass. with a huff, the young woman turned, eying the young man as he lay still on the concrete. He was breathing, and his eyes were open, so obviously he was alive. He did, however, look a little worse for ware.

  "Hey," she started, walking around him to stare down at his face - fully aware he could probably catch a glimpse up her skirt. It was dark though, so whether he could see the black booty shorts or not meant nothing. "You okay? She finished, head tilting to the side as her brown hair fell in long tendrils. With a smile she moved around him, offering out a simple friendly help up. "Looks like he caught ya off guard, and like you could use a quick trip to a hospital to check if that nose of yer's is a'ight." The young woman, kept one hand in her coat pocket and allowed the other to wait for his grasp.

  While she probably looked like some tiny, frail little lady she wasn't. Eighteen years old and a hybrid allowed for MJ to know for sure she could lift him up off his ass. While in human form, of course, that strength was greatly limited. Standing only about five feet and two inches tall, she probably would feel shorter when this guy stood up - as he looked to be at least six feet tall. She also was fairly certain that if you cleaned up the blood which had caked his face he'd probably be hella good looking too.

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DRAGGED YOU DOWN BELOW DOWN TO THE DEVILS SHOW TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER PEACE OF MIND IS LESS THAN NEVER HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND BUT GOD AINT ON YOUR SIDE AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SERVED BURN THE WORLD YOUR LAST ENDEAVOR FLESH IS BURNING YOU CAN SMELL IT IN THE AIR CAUSE MEN LIKE YOU HAVE SUCH AN EASY SOUL TO STEAL SO STAND IN LINE WHILE THEY INK NUMBERS IN YOUR HEAD YOU’RE NOW A SLAVE UNTIL THE END OF TIME HERE NOTHING STOPS THE MADNESS TURNING, HAUNTING, HEARNING PULL THE TRIGGER YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN THE PRICE OF EVIL AND IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT YOU BELONG HEAR YEA OH IT’S YOUR FUCKING ----------- its your nightmare.YOU JUST SIT THERE STARING, WHILE YOUR NIGHTMARE COMES TO LIFEHe continued to stare at the sky for a few moments, the moon was no where in sight. He wished it was, to run away into the night and forget about anything and everything in his life. His life was a hell hole. Sure no one knew this but why would he tell anyone? His father turned him into a damn lab rat! And now here he was, forever on the run from him so he could live a “semi” normal life as it was. And this would explain why he now laid there on the cool concrete. His head turned, he blinked and stared at the hand. “Off guard? Noooo I just didn’t feel like committing murder tonight and getting my ass thrown into jail for the next fifteen years. Sure, he started it, but he stole my beer…biiiiiig mistake my friend. And please…” He wiggled his nose as he laid there, wincing, Nothin’s broken, just bloody.” He reassured her as he watched the hand. Damn why where there two down there in front of him if the other wasn’t anywhere near there? Okay maybe he wasn’t 100%, but he’d shake it off in no time at all. He was after all a Lycan, he was damn near…well nearly invincible! Okay maybe that was his ego talking but right now he really did not give a damn at all.“But thanks for the offer.” He grunted as he pulled himself up, bending over to brush himself off before standing at the oh so wonderful 6’4” that he stood oh so proudly. Oh geeze he was going to feel this in the morning that was for sure. He rubbed his head, wiped the rest of the blood of his face and on to his jeans before looking to the young lady and at her attire. “You ain’t from around here are you? Cause I’m sure if you were…you would’ve walked right past that taking no interest in another nightly bar fight that always happens, but…of course not with me, I’m not that stupid…just…a little stupid. And, for those I’ve seen walking the streets at this time of night…you dress quite strange.” Please note, he is not drunk, he was far from it honestly, he was just this strange. A high from getting into a fight so to say. And so, he would play on words, make a joke or too, maybe point out something he shouldn’t have but hell, no one was going to stop him.The wind gave a gentle blow and there was a cent in the air he couldn’t quite put his finger on…it wasn’t quite vampire but it wasn’t quite lycan either, it was a strange scent, so strange, so new that even his nose couldn’t quite stand it really. He shook head, ran another hand through his hair before distracting himself. “So tell me, what are you in the lovely French quarter for? Cause I highly doubt it’s for the fun…the fun is only out and about during the day.” He pointed out, seeing how it was night time and there weren’t to many people out and about, again quite obvious. Yea he was prince obvious right now. Ooooh the adrenaline high he was on. VANESSA @ ATF!

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  As the young man spoke of his nose, wiggling it she grimaced a little. That clearly didn't feel good. "Well, if you're sure." Who was she to argue with someone she didn't know? The young woman smiled, watching the young man get up, brushing himself off. As he stood, she damn near fell over, stuffing her hand back into her jean jacket. " Holy tall!" Exclaimed the young woman, leaning her head back to take in his full hieght. Now she felt like a midget or something, the guy towered over her. Shaking her head a little, she stepped back to avoid hurting her neck and looked down at her self, taking in the outfit she'd worn all day. Did it really seem like she was out of place? Then again, MJ was an interesting one and she knew it. Chuckling a little she gave a firm shake of her head, hair flying about a little.

  "I've lived here my whole life. I'm just an individual! I don't like fitting in, fading into the background. It's like being forgotten...it's sad." The young woman shrugged and pointed at the corner store mere feet from their location. "I live a few blocks away and this place is the only one in the area that sells Monster Imports! I need me an energy boost, so I'm on a mission!" Explained the young woman with a shrug. "As far as the bar fight guys, I figured I should see why that asshole plowed into me like that. The guy whose life you were apt to end decided I was an obsticle that needed moving." It was simple as that with a flourish she took a step back and to stand beside him, looking up at his handsome features. For a guy who'd just had a bloody nose and gotten into a bar fight he looked almost like nothing had happened.

  "I gotta say, even though you were just in a fight over a beer...you're pretty cute." She gave him a nudge before taking a few goofy steps before wandering closer to the store. "Glad to know you're alright, handsome. Next time you're in a fight, try not to get hit in the face, it'd be a shame to see it battered and bruised." Over her shoulder she winked at him, turning around twiddle her fingers. "If you'll excuse me I've got an energy kick to buy. I hope when I return from my mission victorious I find you still out her, cute stuff." She walked backwards a little bit, taking one long look over him before turning around again to disappear into the store. She wasn't going to hold her breathe, figuring he probably left as soon as she disappeared inside. If that were the case, oh well. But, if not, goodie! Huming she skipped a little down the aisles of the small corner store, fingers trailing along the cool glas of the fridges until she stopped before the Monsters. Grabbing one of the cans with the epic twist top, the young woman hummed softly before heading for the counter.

  The woman working had seen MJ hundreds of times for various things, and when she saw the young woman a smiled etched it's way across her tired face. "Hey hun, here for your fix, huh?" Joked the woman ringing up the items. MJ nodded, paid, and bid the kind lady a farewell before heading for the door. As she had when getting off the bus, the young hybrid performed a little quirky hop out of the door before landing in a pose. Even if he wasn't there, she would have exited the same way. Curious blue eyes looked left and right, the little plastic bag grasped behind her back with both hands. I think I may walk home. It'd been a while since she took a leisurely stroll through the surrounding area. Nobody would fuck with her, and if they did they'd be sorry - that's for sure. A hybrid isn't a creature to fuck with, especially if you dare take this particular one's energy drink.

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