Thread: Friendly Fire, More Than Flames of Passion[Vampire07]

A blacked out sedan sat just down the street, appearing to be dead to the world from how still it was. The four of its occupants watch closely from behind the tinted windows as Aiko exited the party. Now? One man said with a bit more enthusiasm than was needed. However his excitement failed to stir up the same emotions in his comrade. No, not yet. We want them to be together. At the top of their world before we destroy them. The man in the front passenger seat replied with a cold tone to his voice. We're done here. With those words, the car was brought to life by the silent driver. Soon the vehicle would vanish down the road and back into the dark it had come from. Angel had fell fully into the party shortly after Aiko left. The location of his suit jacket and his tie was a complete mystery to him and the man he had sent to search for it. He was pretty show the man had stopped an hour after he began, maybe even within less time than that. Him and some of his old friends were making a fool of themselves on the dance floor as the crowd encircled them to watch. They were mimicking dances from their youth and ones from movies, the Robot and the Running Man weren't the only moves given a temporary birth here. The secret weapons of Kid and Play had been brought back and for a brief second the Ninja Turtle dance. Granted they hadn't notice they were doing it since they were following the lead of one another and someone lead them into it. Of course he was kicked and cups were thrown at the offender. It wasn't until midnight when a close friend and one of his bodyguards had dragged him from the party. Of course he fought back, cussed at them, and threatened their lives. They were true friends as they bared the abuse and forced the man home. It wasn't until nine in the morning the next day when someone had garnered the nerve to wake him up. He laid across his bed with his pants remaining on one leg, his shirt stuck around his head, and a shoe remaining on his hands. An hour later he had gathered his composer, washed and groomed himself, and headed out to take care of business. There was always something to do when you sat at the top, he may have disliked the throne but there was things that needed to be done. Like a true soldier, he dealt with the pain of his head like it was nothing as he carried out the work load of the day. Sadly that was brought short as he began to get annoyed, the others instantly realized he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. They've been with him for a week now and already knew he didn't eat fast food which brought them to a diner to calm the man down. That all black Bentley pulled up outside of a nice little spot where Angel exited the car before they had a chance to get to him. Don't follow me. His voice was firm and knew enough to leave him be. The man entered the building in his all white tailored suit where a white tie laid upon the dark red shirt. Red tinted sunglasses protected his eyes from the light as he moved to a booth seat and sat down next to the window. There he placed removed his shades to place his face in the palm of his hands. He rested like that for a moment like this position would cure him of the headache he was suffering from. If only he was that lucky.