Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

Tourists will always say the sunset over Paris was remarkable. Locals loved the night life. Active. Lively. Dangerous. All that one such as Vincent needed. Vampire's rarely showed themselves out in the morning, not because of the legends relating to them bursting into flames due to overexposure to the sunlight. Mainly because it was easy to tell they were different in the light then the dark. Paris as of late was changing. Human with pale skin, dark hair, jewelry in their noses and multiple piercings made it easier for vampires to show themselves in public. They matched what tanner humans tagged pale skins as 'Gothic', if it was something that allowed them to come on in public then they'd run with it. Thud. Then was followed by a audible sigh from the room connecting to the balcony. We've been over this time and time again, Zack. Enter like a normal person. Being a vampire is no exception for you entering a building. Vincent spoke from the apartment's kitchen. You should live a little, Vin. Have some fun. Zack replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets while entered the apartment from the balcony. Who is to believe anyone who says a man can fly? Smirk developing across the other male's face. I am living a little. Tone dull in his reply, sighing softly as the male moved into the room with the other vampire. Zack shook his head lightly, Dull as usual, why do I hang out with you? Zack asked softly, moving to the leather couch. Plopping down quickly after, picking up the remote from the couch. The male flipped on the television, channel surfing beginning. 'Coming soon....' The voice over the T.V spoke, 'Arr, matey. Do ye wish to be a pirate?' Zack laughing softly, Yar, matey. Does thee Vincent wish he be a pirate born again? Zack spoke, cocking his head toward the male who resumed his artwork. Not now, Zack. I'm busy. Vincent quickly replied, Who is thee Zack you speak of? The other male joked. I am Zackery, the Terror of the West Sea. Zack spoke, standing up quickly. Soon enough, Vincent felt his side being prodded by the remote. I challenge ye to a duel. Winner take all. Zack smirked, poking him once more. Zack. He replied, the side being poked three more time. Does thee Terror of the North Sea forfeit without a fight? A sigh parting the lips of the male, standing up slowly. Vincent turned to face the more cheerful male vampire, smirking softly. Twirling his paint brush around slowly, On guard. Vincent laughed softly, beginning in a small trek around the apartment between the dueling males. Paint brush versus remote. God damn you, Vincent. Zack spoke harshly, I planned to wear this shirt to the party tonight. The male continued as he stared at his newly colored red and white shirt. You were the one to challenge me. Vincent spoke, sitting down back in front of the paint in progress. A content sigh passed the lips of Zack, Don't you miss those days? Ever wish you could have it ba... Zack stopped softly, My apologies. The two were old. Real old. They met back in the days of piracy, You know that subject already. What happened is what happened. You were there, just like I. Vincent replied softly. You need to get out, man. I'm telling you. Get her off your mind. As quick as Vincent sat down, the male had kicked the stool at the other male. The stool quickly struck the man in the leg, taking out his legs quickly. Zack pushed himself up from the floor slowly, groaning. Alright, I can see that I'm not welcome right now. I'll be around later. Zack spoke lightly, shaking himself off lightly. Pushing the stool back to the other male. Vincent sat down on the stool quickly. Placing the paint brush down next to the painting. The day traveled on as planned. The male sat in front of the painting, attempting to finish it. What it was for the time was just a white board. First time in a long time where he had no thought of what he wanted to paint. Thud . I see you are still at that painting... with nothing to show for it. Zack spoke as he entered the main room from the balcony. I am, unfortunately. Vincent replied as he turned around to looked at the male. When did you shave, Vin? Zack asked softly, Vincent shrugged softly. Rubbing his chin patch, smirking softly. Thought it was a time for a change. Zack laughed softly, Vincent grabbed the jacket from his couch. He had recently changed in order to fit in with the crowd that'd be at the party. Why did you invite me in the first place? He asked softly, Because you need to get laid, bro. Vincent laughed softly in reply, That can not happen, we are not the same. Zack nodded, Ah, my brother, how you have been in the darkness for a while. Wrap it. Vincent laughed softly, Those things don't work. Remember when they first came out? His answer was time has changed. When doesn't it? Vincent can still remember the piracy. The wars out on sea. Shaking his head softly, he needed not to think about it. Here's the place. Supposed to have some weird techno band tonight. Walking past the security, Vincent soon found himself alone in the club. I will kill you, Zack... you ass. He mumbled to himself, head down as he moved through the dancing crowd to the booths in the back of the bar. He'd sit until he spotted Zack. As the male expected, Zack had found himself in bringing over a few girls to sit with Vincent. Shaking his head lightly, Well, how do you like these? Zack smirked as the girls giggled, Vincent rolled his eyes. Not as much as you my friend. Vincent spoke standing up, I am headed home. This isn't me, brother. Vincent spoke, sidestepping the group of people around Zack. Vincent... Zack mumbled softly. Vincent stepped out of the noise club quickly, his thoughts clearing immediately. Actually able to hear himself think always felt easier in the quiet, but, who isn't like that? Vincent lived deeper into the city of Paris, seemed to be where all the local Vampires lived or hung out at. Luckily, he wasn't all that well known in being around these parts. Most of them were new blood, either recently converted or ones going into their first fifty years. Wasn't hard to tell who had been around and who was still new. Tendencies were different. Young ones were more alive. Older ones, like Vincent, were cold. Feeling the wind pick up at his back, the male turned around to see if anyone was following him. Wasn't that he was paranoid, just didn't like followers. Feeling his body collide with another, the male jerked his head around to see who it was. Snarling softly, he quickly noticed he had knocked down a young female. My apologies, ma'am. Let me help you up. He spoke softly, helping her up from the ground. That was rude of me, I should pay more attention. Picking up the bag from the ground that the lady had been carrying, glancing over the female closely. A strong urge to feed aroused. Fighting it back, Vincent nodded his head. Farewell. I bid you a safe journey. The male spoke, though, it wasn't the way men spoke in this day and age. His thoughts were rattled, ever so worse now. How could it be that a female looked exactly like the woman he once knew ages ago? Knew wasn't the word he'd use, either. Loved. Only possible way was if she survived... which he knew she hadn't. He killed her. Many, many, many years ago.