Thread: To Defend And Protect (Master Raven & darkangel76)

No. No...No. NO! His body shot upright from the comfort below him. His breathing was ragged and heavy as through he had just run twelve miles non stop. His limbs were heavy as he shifted tossing the blankets to the side. The air was thick and stale in the room of his third floor one bedroom apartment. Corvo's right foot touched the wooden floor sending a chill up his spine. Another sleepless night. He muttered to himself and he put his entire weight on his legs and feet. This hadn't been the only time he woken up this way, no this was a reoccurring process for him and what's worse it was random. His steps were considerate of his neighbors, though they weren't overly polite to where he was tiptoeing through his home. He went into his bathroom turning on the light. The sudden change blinded him for a moment as his pupils contracted to filter the the level of artificial sunlight. Once he was able to see Corvo splashed some water on his face from the sinks faucet. Green eyes peered back at him in the mirror gazing over his medium length black hair that was currently a mess, water clung to his goatee and the stubble on his face. His bare torso collected the drips as he stood and the last thing he seen in the mirror before turning away was the tattoo on his left pectoral which read Defenders until the end. in a police style badge. He walked to the shower turning on the hot water allowing the water to run over his bare body. He had never been able to understand why he had dreams like that and why it was always the same one. The absolute worst part was as soon as he woke up he forgot everything that transpired so he could never talk to anyone about it besides saying that t was a nightmare. Strong hands moved the bar of soap over his lean muscular body. He had to remove all the grime on his body that the dream had caused. the water got hotter and steam began to fill the room of the bathroom, some of it seeping through the cracks of the door to spill into his bedroom. The black clothing illuminated as the sign 'Phantasmagoria' flashed in it's three second pink intervals. His boots made a small bit of sound with each step on the concrete sidewalk. A rush of wind from a hovercar ruffled through his swept back hair which caused him to adjust it with his right hand. The transition style sunglasses were nice for this type of setting they adjusted to the light and the bright neon made it to where the glasses were dark enough to where someone could barely see his eyes but not for his eyes to go crazy from the flashing neon around him. He walked into the Phantasmagoria and ordered a bottle of vodka. This was his usual routine when he couldn't sleep at night. Trouble sleeping again Mr. MacLeod? Asked the bartender. She looked like she couldn't be over the age of fifteen but mostly everyone that was a regular knew she was actually in her late twenties. She always seemed so upbeat and there were even a few of the more regulars of ill repute that were attracted to her and always hitting on her. Yeah, so here I am once again. He half smiled the girl was nice and sweet and there was a mild attraction there for her but he never cared to pursue it because see deserved someone who could treat her properly and never have to worry about. He took the bottle from the smiling bartender and move to his usual table right next to the bar. He began to think about everything he could trying to get the details of the dream but they eluded him just like every other time. He almost had some of it, there had been another voice in the dream female. That all he got before he heard something from his left. No, she said. No. No, no, no... This was similar to how he had woken up, a nightmare for whoever was saying the words except this was no dream. He was silent standing to his feet, his movements were casual as he was stepping towards the bar. But before he got there he stopped a few feet from where the woman was held in place. Today isn't a good night for me why don't you let the woman go before I decide you're going to be the one I take my anger out on? Granted this was a club and bar and fairly loud, but that didn't change the fact that this had started only ten feet away and had gained his attention. I'm not in a good mood I suggest you leave. Corvo's eyes looked and analyzed the man that held the young woman. His eyes noted the claw like nails on his hands, and the lustful tone. The icy aura about the man is what clinched the theory, a vampire. A grin slowly appeared on MacLeod's lips. And who the fuck do you think you are to interrupt me? Rhetorical really as the man didn't care who anyone was they were all beneath him and a mere human was trying to stop him. Begone. He turned his head back towards the woman one of his hands moving to trail down the front of her body while the other kept a firm grip on her. He dipped his head a bit and ran his snakelike tongue over her neck where he had intended to bite. The grin grew wider as the vampire turned his attention away. He moved swiftly and snatched the vampire holding him by the throat. I'm just a nobody, a figment of your imagination, and your death. His eyes flash red suddenly and he twisted his wrist just slightly giving the hidden blade in his sleeve to launch out and impale the vampire turning him to ash. The blade was swift and retracted just as swift putting itself back into the wrist blade sheathe. Corvo's eyes returned to normal and noticed that nobody was really paying attention, besides the woman who the vampire had targeted. Are you alright?