Learning his Violence

[Xavier]

“Stop!” the Spanish policeman screamed frantically, gun held up towards Xavier, who sprinted down the dusty dirt street, his razored raven hair flying behind him as he tried to escape the authorities. The vampire outcast was current running away from the Spanish police force, who were current on their way to stop him. That dirtbag.

His first clue had come from a small shop in Spain, where a young man seemingly recognized him and tried to run away even though the half-vampire knew nothing about him. Curious, Xavier had pursued him (for he was built for speed and endurance) and quickly overtook the boy in an ally, grabbing him by the shoulder and trying to ask the stranger why he was running away. The boy hysterically sobbed, immediately giving up as he if he knew he had no chance of escaping, and as if Xavier was a ghost. “It was Governor Fernand’s fault, I promise! He was the one who ordered me to kill your friend Tokyo; I swear it! Please, leave me alone! You have haunted my dreams! Please don’t kill me!” Xavier was perplexed to say the least, but he continued his questioning. “… you recognize me?”

“Of course, Franco; of course! You think I could forget your burning stare when you found out I killed Tokyo? The look in your eyes before you were shipped off in that cell block…” The man’s eyes were clearly frightened, cold fear gripping his body as sweat dripped onto the tips of Xavier’s fingers. “I am… Franco?” the vampire asked, his intense grey eyes calculating, letting go of the boy, who gasped for breath loudly and sobbed hysterically. “That was the name you gave him,” the terrified man almost whispered, sobs mixed in with the words that only a comprehensive man could understand. “… him?” Xavier questioned yet again, his voice nothing more than monotone, his expression curious and very emotionless at the same time. It was a wonder how one could keep such a face. “Governor Fernand!” the man screamed, “The Governor! The one who tried to kill you!”

“Stop!” the uniformed hispanic yelled before shooting off a bullet, which whizzed past Xavier, who grunted as he jumped behind a stray taxi, dodging the open fire. The policeman approached with a sprint, his gun pointed at the target hiding behind the taxi. Xavier panted slightly, calculating a plan of escape. The governor. That slimebag.

“Franco,” the governor cursed, his face turning pale as he looked into Xavier’s cold eyes, “I know nothing about you. I just hired you for one job; that’s all.” Xavier held the terrified governor up by his shoulders against the pale walls, shattered glass and broken furniture littering the governor’s cushy office. “Who is Franco?” the hybrid demanded in a petrifying monotone, tightening his grip forcefully. “.. you,” the governor said with a hint of confusion in his voice. “… what was I when I was working for you?” “A killer!” the governor cried, “My killer! You killed people for me! Remember?!” “I killed people…?” Xavier stepped back almost instantaneously, disgust visible on his face. He was a killer? …Franco… his name was Franco?

Click.

“F--- you,” the governor said. Xavier looked up towards the voice to see a cocked pistol in the governor’s hand.

Bang.

Time stood still. The air seemed to stop, and the bullet seemed to freeze midair. Xavier didn’t know what was happening… how could this happen? His body seemed to move slowly, as well, but he almost knew the bullet was coming. The hybrid ripped his body out of the way, pain reeking through his veins as he pulled against the forces of nature, wincing as his body slowly turned away from the bullet.

Time began once again, and he heard to demon noise of the loud handgun, the bullet lodging itself fifteen away into the opposite wall. How did I do that? was the vampire angel’s thoughts, in slight shock as he looked at the governor’s terrified face in the fact that his former assassin had just dodged a bullet at point blank. The vampire’s primal instincts swung his right leg into a roundhouse kick around towards the Governor’s face, nailing him right in the nose. He heard a crack and a scream come from the little scum’s mouth, piercing Xavier’s very sensitive ears. “Shut up, you dirtbag,” Xavier said, more vicious than his usual monotone voice, kicking the governor again once again, followed by a screech as Fernand fell to the floor, sobbing in pain as blood dripped all over the carpet.

“Who was Tokyo?” Xavier demanded.

“Tokyo…” the governor sobbed. “Tokyo was your partner, remember? I’m so sorry, Xavier; please don’t kill me.” The governor sobbed in pain and begged like a little worthless worm, trying to writhe his way out of death. “You killed her?” The hybrid’s monotone voice raised in volume, his more ferocious personality coming to play. He felt as if something old from his soul had come back, but the feeling was new and almost unpleasant. He felt so cruel. “No! It was Hawke’s fault! He was the one who told me who you were!… what you were! He told me you were a-“

“Who is Hawke?” Xavier interrupted, his usually slicked back hair falling into his pale face, covering his left grey eye. “Where can I find him?”

“19 Leftly Street, Boston!” the governor’s destroyed voice screamed, selling out the name in tears. “Please, don’t kill me,” he writhed, his pathetic plea bringing him down to a lower level than a dog.

“… you scum.” Xavier said, punching the governor one more time, blood seeping down the authority’s pathetic face. “You tried to kill me. I should kill you; I will come back one day and do so.”

“Thank you,” the bloodied, delirious man said over and over again, bowing to him before smiling an insane, creepy face. He let out a painful howl of laughter, cackling almost, as cliche as it sounded. "You fool," the governor said, his bloodied teeth showing as he grinned, "I have just alerted my security that you have arrived in this time of interrogation. Prepare to die."

"You son of a bitch," Xavier cursed. He looked for the open window, and never looking back, jumped out of the high rise building, landing five flights down onto the dusty road, running off to escape.

Xavier’s mind raced as he saw the policeman approaching, with more taskforce close behind. He finally decided on a plan. Hopping over the yellow taxi in a flash, the hybrid outcast elbowed the officer in the face, making him drop his gun as a shot rang out, missing Xavier completely. Xavier saw the officer trying to reach for his knife while they were still in contact, and Xavier broke his wrist with knifehand, and grabbed the knife. He rammed the knife into the policeman’s chest to end his suffering quickly, and grabbed the knife out of his chest, wiping it off on the deceased’s uniform. Holding it quickly, the vampire ran down the street until he reached a street with signs of busy life. He slowly integrated into the crowd, trying to avoid attention as he hid his head in his leather jacket. He turned into the nearest bar, which was crowded full of people. He sat down on one of the seats, still panting from his close encounter with death.

Hawke.

Xavier pulled a cigarette out of his jacket and asked for a light from the bartender. The barkeep obliged and the vampire angel thanked him quickly. He inhaled and exhaled the smoke, his intense grey eyes focused on the knife that seemed to bulge out of his leather jacket, hidden underneath the counter. The police would never find him in such a sleazy bar. He would have to escape soon. Shaking slightly, the calm hybrid tried to blend in with the crowd and throw off the authority's trail...

He remembered just two days ago where still didn't know what the hell he was doing in France. After hitchhiking and a little bit of smuggling into boats, vans and planes, he had made his way to Spain because the card that held his identity was printed in Spain. He would do anything to know who he was.

How could he have done such a thing, though? The fatality of the officer and the brutal torture of the governor seemed almost natural and nonchalant to the vampire, even though he never recalled ever doing it before. It was a rush of something that felt old inside him, but he also felt disgusted and almost afraid. Afraid. A word he never understood. And what did Fernand mean about who he was? What he was?

[Corvidae Harke]

Wandering the streets in search of her living feast, Corvidae Harke looked entirely out of place. With her fair skin-- obviously not Spanish-- and gray eyes, she looked more lost than anything else. In fact, she meant to look lost in a way, because that would attract prey easily. Not that her face wasn't enough to attract attention to her. But along with her God-given features, there was her matter of dress, which was also out of place. She was wearing a black dress (contrasting her skin further) with a tight bodice, which created for the already-thin Vampiress a tiny waist and accented her chest in an attractive, but not overly immodest way.

The black dress was reminiscent of times long gone, with layers of beautiful black silk, and hints of a deep blue along with it. It was a stunning piece of work, and the wearer was also stunning, with her full arm bare because of the small sleeve on her shoulder, and her long locks pulled up in beautiful curls, only a few trailing down her back, all in their perfect place. But she was bored, and decided that wandering along wasn't quite the best way she could go about finding prey. Besides, if she went into a place, then Covi knew that more people would see her, stare at her. Admire her. All things which she adored, because she was beautiful.

Spotting the sign for the bar, Corvidae opened the door, her feet making no sound on the wooden floor as she walked over to the bar. She was graceful and captivating, but also focused on herself and the desires she had at the time; she wanted to eat, and wanted to eat soon. Not that she was in dire need, but Corvi enjoyed staying well-fed. But there was a distinct immortal's smell coming from the bar Corvi had chosen. The smell was more beautiful than a Vampires, but she could distinctly smell Vampiric blood. Looking around the bar, she spotted a handsome, tormented-looking man who she knew was the one the smell was coming from.

The humans around them had no idea of the scent that was coming off of either of them, but Corvi could smell him, and he smelled divine. Not that she wanted him for a snack, but she was curious about what he was there for. Perhaps he would admire her as so many others were accustomed to do. Corvi thought of the words her blood-mother would say as she scolded her blood-daughter's vanity, and she put a check on her thoughts, doing her best to think of the other in front of her.

Gliding over (for it barely looked like she was walking), Covi seated herself next to him and waived off the bartender, not wanting a human drink. "Hello," she said, her voice curious and silvery in it's beauty. Her big eyes were full of wonderment at the creature she was studying. He was handsome and smelled so wonderful, she could only guess what he was. He must be part-Angel, for nothing else smells so incredibly sweet as they do, she decided, loving the combination of the familiar smell and the new smell. They mixed nicely. Still waiting a reply, Corvidae smiled a little, a small flash of her fangs, before biting her lip in a way unfitting to a lady, but then, she had always been unsure of herself.

[Xavier]

The vampire angel tried to close his eyes as he inhaled his smoke, breathing lightly and tasting the dusty fragrance of his cigarette. His straight black hair fell into his pale, handsome face as he tried to blend in with the crowd. For a man so new to the world that he began to understand, he was awfully brutally blunt in his interactions and actions; like the killing of the policeman. It was so quick and without second thoughts that Xavier almost regretted it. However, he knew it was for his own survival, and something told him it was the right thing to do. If he had never tracked this Governor Fernand down, he would have never realized the malevolent conspiracy that surrounded him and this 'Tokyo.' All he knew was the name of the street that the governor had left him and the name of the man who Fernand blamed. He didn't think he could trust the man, but he had no other options considering the compromising scenario. The hybrid was already in trouble; he need to find a way of escape very soon.

"Hello," came a silky voice that seemed so seductive and beautiful, yet slightly curious. Xavier turned to the direction of the voice slowly, trying to keep his eyes hidden behind his smoke, yet he sense a strange presence. She smelled so different than all the other women he had encountered; her smell was not a musk of perfume, but rather a embodying aroma that the young man got lost in. And her dress. She was clearly differentiated from the rest of the breed that spawned in the rather dirty bar; her dress showed a unique distinction that brought out her best features. Her eyes; you could get lost in them. Xavier scoffed inwardly at the thought of being swayed so easily; although she was pretty, yes, she would not have his immediate attraction and feelings. The vampire, though surprised and confused, was not won over by a simple voice. Not to mention his current scenario placed his own feelings in a sense of alarm and caution. Xavier, although impressed by this otherwordly female's features and remarkable beauty, was not extremely attracted. No, he was never the type to be swayed by a woman so easily. Especially if her only utterance was a 'hello'.

"Hello yourself," he said with a slight smirk, his dark black waves of hair hiding over his remarkably intense grey eyes, blowing smoke the other way in courtesy. His pale hands hid underneath his jacket, his ring barely visible. He had awoken with it on when he had first come to in France. The ring was a remarkably clear onyx stone embedded in the middle, with a gnarled, dark bat carved into the middle. He was unaware of what it was, but he hoped it would help him in his search for the truth. Turning towards the lady, the vampire angel smiled a little more, brushing a streak of untamed black hair out of his pale face. "So, my lady," he said rather courteously, trying not to draw too much attention to himself, "What brings you here to such a trashy assembly of roundabout hoodlums? I would expect a lady as yourself to be in a... higher fitting bar?" He looked around quickly to scan for any signs of authorities, and sighed out smoke in relief after he read a negative. He was safe for now.

[Corvidae Harke]

He was mesmerizing in a way, and Corvidae stayed only for that. As he returned her greeting, Covi smiled a little and listened to his sweet, sweet voice. "This trashy bar," she replied, looking around; Covi saw the stares of all of those around her, and reveled in them. "Is a wonderful place to... meet people." She hinted at the prospect of prey, but didn't say it for fear of someone overhearing their conversation.

"What is one such as you doing here? You must have some reason to be hiding in such a place." Not having realized how true her statement was, Covi just smirked and settled her dress a bit so that it looked nice. Everything had to look nice, and the bodice, though tight, didn't bother the Vampiress at all. There were two main things going through her head: her curiosity about the gentleman sitting next to her, and who would be her victim this evening. Corvidae had not even scoped out the room, which was something she normally did. Then again, someone normally approached her on the topic of 'going somewhere quiet,' but everyone seemed to be steering away from the person she was sitting with.

The cloud of smoke surrounding him make him seem even more mysterious, and Covi wondered if he really was part-Angel, or if she was just making that up because her senses were befuddling her. But that didn't seem possible; she had a great nose for such things. "Pray tell, sir, what is your name?" She inquired, hoping it wasn't too much to ask. Her own title would stay hidden until he told her his own, but she would tell it if she felt he was being truthful. Of course, she could easily just give her name and not inform him that she was the blood-daughter of Rayne.

Truly, she was just bored and wanted someone to talk to. Having spent a few days in Spain, Corvidae had run into fewer Vampires than she thought she would have, so she automatically was pulled towards whoever had blood like hers in them.