The Bloodletting {Casper}

[gabe]

There he was, at the roof of the building he stood seating at the ledge and sipping at some nasty cold, not freshly squeezed blood, he might add. He tried warming it up in the microwave once, but the result was no good. Why couldn’t he just go out and kill someone, like any ordinary vampire? Oh yea, bloody Casper, that’s why. Stupid gods and their ghost, why would pick him for a paladin? Did he look like a freaking nice guy?

Dressed in black leather pants, a black tshirt that said ‘Bite me’ and a red leather jacket on top, he eyed the movement down the street with interest. It appeared a group of gray skinned…uh…ugly-ass demon bikers were about ready to jump a group of drunken college students.

Looking around, he saw no sign of Casper, the unfriendly warden, but knew she couldn’t be very far. At least she wasn’t sending electrical bolts in his ass and telling to be a hero. Really, he a hero? And since she wasn’t there to be all goody-goody and spoil the fun, he make himself cozy and smirked in anticipation to watch the gory scene in the streets bellow.

Casper…she had a very nice rear for a dead girl. Too bad he had to kill her. Why did he do that again? Oh right, he liked her and that was just not right, a bad vampire liking a goody-goody princess? A fairy tale, the beauty and the beast...that ends with the beast draining the beauty, it could only have ended up bloody. Disney was definitively full of crap.

But hush, the bloodshed was just about to start.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

With a sigh, Becca floated above her charge, invisible and very disappointed. How, after all these years spent with the homicidal maniac, she was still capable of feeling such an annoying emotion was beyond her…but, like clockwork, the frustration built up in her chest until she wanted to scream.

Scream, bang her head against a wall, strangle Gabriel until his cute little head popped off. Oh, wait, scratch that last part; he’d probably enjoy the strangling, the little masochist. With a grumble, she floated down until she stood next to him, becoming solid as her feet touched the worn shingles of the rooftop.

Ah, the folly of youth. One would imagine that memories of their first love would be riddled with pain, as being a teenager is normally mentally painful. But never in her almost-500-years-come-December years would she have believed that her first love would wind up being her jailor/ward until the day the world became peaceful. A little twinge of fondness came as she remembered those few months spent with him, before he turned crazy and drained her of her blood…so peaceful, so fantastical, such fondness she’d felt for him. Trained as a warrior, a Highland Amazon Queen, she’d been taught to despise all such romantic feelings as weaknesses…but, with one of Gabriel’s little roguish grin, her lessons had been forgotten.

If only she’d remembered that every love story had some kind of villain. It was too bad that she’d fallen in love with the wrong Charming Twin.

But the worst of it? She still loved the bastard. Gods, she was the epitome of a walking contradiction.

“You know, Gabriel,” She said, once she was fully solid. Casting her mismatched eyes in his direction, she raised a brow. “You could always save me the trouble of blasting you into the nearest wall and actually go and help a person. You know, because you want to…and you know. 'cause that’s your duty.”

Yeah, and pigs would replace humans as the dominant species. Her Gabriel Definitely-Not-A-Knight would rather eat his own face than help someone voluntarily.

A pity…she’d always had hope before. Maybe the years were starting to get to her.

[gabe]

Nothing like a nice bloodshed to open a guy’s appetite, because that could blood he was sipping was just downright nasty. Maybe the smell of freshly spilled blood would help. When was the last time he had a decent meal? Oh yes, those nasty bad guys wannabes, at least Becca was nice enough to look the other way that time. And speaking of the devil, or rather, the ghost…

“Hey Becca, would you mind scooting over just a bit? You’re blocking the show,” he told her and nonchalantly sipped from his cup of blood. Somehow he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be so easy.

Now really, who was the freaking dumb god that picked him for a paladin and charged him with bringing peace to earth? Sure he loved the violence, regardless of whose head he was splitting from its body, good or evil, what was the difference? But he as a good guy, seriously?

So alright, his warden was a sexy little ghost that was easy on the eyes, but what with the idea of flinging lightning bolts at his butt? Because that was not cool…and bad on the pants, he had to spend a fortune replacing the burnt pants and Gabriel was convinced she liked burning him a little too much. Sometimes, he swear it, he wanted she wasn’t a ghost just so he could kill her again. Other times she wasn’t too bad after all.

“Oh, help then? You know, I was thinking and I would do just that…but the…what are those things?” he asked while squinting his eyes as he looked down at the creatures on the streets, “Demons? They kind of look like goblins, don’t they? Anyway I was going to help those things but it looks like they got it all covered.”

Moving to the ledge he took a seat and patted the ground next to him. “Now place your cute butt down here Casper, the action is about to start. I bet twenty bucks that the guy on the left screams like a little girl.”

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Oh, Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. Her handsome, psychotic little vampire-love. Why couldn’t the centuries be as tutoring to him as it had been to her? With a thoroughly disappointed expression on her face, she watched him plop down onto the roof and turn that charming face in her direction.

It was such a shame that he was so handsome; that those beguiling eyes made her remember better times. Blame it on the hopeless romantic part of her soul, but she just couldn’t shake those initial feelings. They lay underneath the layers of loathing, disgust and disappointment like buried treasure…and there was nothing she could do to stop her heart from wanting to dig it right back up.

“You’re serious, aren’t you? Goddess, I just had to get stuck with your ugly butt. One last time, my love. Do your duty or I’m going to have to bring out the lightning bolts again. And be warned; the man who lives above me was blasting music all night. I’m tired and you know what happens when I get tired.”

As she spoke, she lifted her hand up in a show of such a threat, letting the blue colored energy crawl up her arm, until it formed a bright little ball in her palm. Her job was to kick the vampire’s butt into action when he refused, but at the moment, things were taking a bit too long. As she tried her best to convince her charge to save the innocents below them, the demon-goblin-things were taking advantage of their prey’s human weaknesses.

Oh, if it didn’t defeat the purpose of the Paladin if she went and did the job for him. She did so miss the ring of steel on steel…even if, as a rebellious teenager, she’d convinced herself that she craved peace.

With another sigh, she knelt down next to Gabriel, letting her energy-coated hand cup his cheek. The contact would no doubt cause the sensitive skin to sting and burn; hopefully a little incentive for the man to get going.

“Tick tock, Gabriel. The faster you get the job done, the faster you can get back to your chaotic little thoughts. Think you can handle that?”

[gabe]

Oh Becca, Becca, Becca. His sexy, annoyingly good ghost stalker. She had to be all about the freaking duties, didn’t she? ‘Oh Gabe, you must be a paladin of truth and justice and bring peace to the word’. So alright, he had killed her, but that was reason enough for her to hold such a grudge? Gabriel preferred the times she had been sharing sweet kisses with him instead of going all lightning-bolt bossy on his ass. But just dying and she immediately got moody…women, huh?

Her show of power caused more annoyance in him than actual fear. He would heal and live, but that didn’t meant he liked being roasted by a thousand volts ghost-toaster.

“I’m dead serious, I thing that guy will scream like a baby. Why, you bet on the one in the right?”

Flinching at the pain, he hissed and jumped from his feet and rubbed his face as he passed left and right. “Dammit Casper, that is not nice! Have you ever thought about asking with a kiss instead?”

Sure she would know a kiss wouldn’t make him want to do the right thing, no, it would make him want to do the sinful thing. A guy has to have priorities right? Groaning as his burning face healed, “I’m going, I’m going you party pooper!”

Jumping from the roof, he landed swiftly on the streets. The demons…goblins…ah freaking hell, the things, were already surrounding the humans, leaving the covers from the shadows and moving on their prey and he closed on the ones closing the college kids from behind.

Clapping his hands loudly to get their attention, the vampire smiled friendly and stepping between two of the things placed his hands over their shoulders as if he was an old friend of them and leaving the creatures momentarily stunned. “Hey fellas, not that I don’t think what you guys are doing to be bloody fun. But you see…there is this annoying ghost girl that insists me to play the good samaritan, weird huh? You know how it is…you kill then and they just can’t stop babbling, right?”

Moving quickly, he used his hands to snap the neck of one of them and watched as it fell to the inertly ground. When the other noticed what was going on, a punch geared for his face had him stumbling back and a jab sending him flying back a few feet.

The other creatures hissed and turned on him like a pack of wild dogs, but they were more vicious than smart…and well, not so though as it was oh so easy to punch a hole through one of them with his vampire strength and send the others running for their lives at the sight.

“Green blood,” he said sniffing his hand, “and that smells downright nasty.”

Looking at the humans who stood there shaking on their boots, Gabriel smirked and taking a few steps towards them, bared his fangs and hissed at them. That was their cue to start running in a rather comical scared-senseless kind of way. The one on the left screamed like a girl.

“You owe me twenty bucks Casper,” Gabe whispered with a smirk.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

“More like you owe me an all expenses paid vacation to Hawaii,” She couldn’t help but mutter darkly under her breath. His comment before, something about her kissing him instead of frying his ass, had brought temptation much too close for her common sense to appreciate.

Oh, the sweet memories of those stolen kisses, of the loving promises he’d made her, all those years ago. Even now, an older, much more jaded…well, woman/ghost, the still made a pang of longing chime in her chest. To be loved, cherished…she knew that Gabriel Knight- Gods, she never failed to want to laugh at his last night; the guy was anything BUT a white knight- would never be capable of such things, but could she stop herself from wanting?

Of course not. Because she was a freaking masochist, and her brain would be forever stuck in the route it was on when she’d died. Been killed by the man she’d thought she’d loved. Would it EVER realize that fact?

Rolling her eyes at the vampire, she turned on her heel and started to walk away. The humans whizzed by her, and she barely made it to the street without having to catch herself on a dumpster. Well, talk about gratitude.

“Really, Gabe, I don’t know why you make things so difficult. Was it really that hard to swoop down and save the day? Heck, maybe if you went and tried to be nice, you might learn something.”

Glancing back at him, she raised a brow sardonically. [color-lightblue]“Oh wait, I forgot; learning things make vampire head hurt. Poor vampire.”

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Man, it really was a sad day when a girl realized that the most fun she had was poking at her charge. With another grumble and a shake of her head, she continued waking until she hit the street.
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[gabe]

Women! They were never happy, even when he did what she wanted him to do she still wanted him to be some sort of pansy hero? Why when being the villain was oh so more fun. Sure his idea of fun was complete and utter chaos and blood flowing.

“Don’t take me wrong Becca, I love the violence and all that just as the next vampire. But why can’t I just swoop in and kill everyone? And those guys? Did they ever stopped to say thanks for the nice vampire? Noooo…actually, I would rip of their arms and beat them with it if they did. You know, have to maintain my reputation.”

Grinning to the ghost, Gabriel actually enjoyed teasing her, hell he did like her…but no way he was going to let her know that. The evil vampire with feelings for the goody-goody princess? Come on, it would never work. He would end up killing her…oh wait a minute, he already had.

“Oh yeah? And…and…you’re a ghost…and you…don’t even have a brain…”

Right, not the best comeback.

Looking at his hand he saw the green bloody dripping. “Man that stinks!” he said ripping the shirt of one of the fallen demons…goblins…”Seriously, what are those things?” and used it wipe his hand clean before hurrying a bit to catch up with the ghostly-girl. For all their arguing, he usually sought out her company.

Placing one arm over her sholder he smiled galantly at her.“Come on Casper, let’s go out for a drink?”

And off course she knew what he meant, blood.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

One pale hand came up to rub at her now aching temples, as she stopped on the sidewalk curb. Did he REALLY just ask her why he couldn’t kill everyone? And…Gods, was he whining about not getting thanked? Oh, yeah, like some random Schmo off the street was going to stop and thank the guy with the big, bloody fangs for saving his life.

And she loved the guy. Five thousand points for masochism, right there. Go her.

“Oh, you didn’t just ask me that in such a serious tone. And as for your reputation, you better start cozying up to the Paladin thing. I swear, Gabe, it’s been HOW long, and you’re still trying to rebel? News flash; it’s not working.”

Oi, her head. The guy was like a two year old…if two year olds could talk intelligently, drink blood and sweep her off her feet in t-minus ten. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared out at the traffic milling about so innocently. Little did they know that they were being observed by a vampire and his warden.

With a sideways glance in his direction, she made a show of stepping to the side so that his arm was no longer touching hers. Close contact never failed to make her relatively dead ‘body’ tingle uncomfortably. She had enough problems, and giving into any one of those dirty images running through her mind would mean an introduction to the parents.

With a frown at the annoying nickname, she raised a brow. “Keep calling me ‘Casper,’ and I’ll start calling you ‘The Count.’ Believe me when I say that there’s very little I’ll have to do to make you start looking like a Muppet.”

She paused, practically tasting the sharp burn of rum on her tongue. Mmm…a drink sounded wonderful. Even though she wasn’t technically alive, she could force herself into a corporeal form long enough to get tipsy off of the liquor. Or the memory of the liquor; she could never figure that one out.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she shrugged and captured his hand in hers, tugging him forward toward the row of bars a few blocks down. Call her insane, but she always had the compulsion to touch him in some way or form. Hell, forget that; call it protecting society at large by keeping the big guy chained to her side.

“Fine, but I’m picking the place this time, after that S&M club you threw yourself in last time. Dog collars don’t look good on you, sweetie. Let’s try an actual Pub tonight, huh? Drinks on you.”

[gabe]

Oh the life of an unwilling paladin! Why him of all people? Oh right, he had eaten the all might chosen one…so what? That sucked majorly on his free will, had the gods no respect for that? He couldn’t even express himself in the way his nature told him to.

And she wanted him not to rebel? Play the nice guy and don’t whine and curse about it? Didn’t she know him? At all? Heck he had rebelled against his own evil partners and kicked their undead asses just because he was bored and wanted to do a solo show.

“The count? Do I look like a bloody Muppet to you? Just because you enjoy frying my ass doesn’t means you pull the strings…does it? Oh bloody hell! I hate you!”

No he didn’t, even when she made a show of moving away from him regardless of that making him frown. No, he wanted to sweep her up in his arms, kiss those lips of hers and do things to her that would have her screaming his name for hours…oh yeah, and then he wanted to rip her head off for calling him The Count.

“What?!?!?” he whined as she pulled him by the hand, “Just drinks, no one screaming and pleading for their life? Not even to create the right ambiance? You’re just saying so because I drained that idiot that tried to grab your ghostly hear, don’t you? You had the hots for the guy in the leather mask you freak!”

And now he was trying to stop from laughing and failing miserably. Damn, he did like her. Not so much when she was throwing those lightning bolts at him and being bossy, but he enjoyed her company…that sucked! He wasn’t supposed to like his warden, not even a little.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

“Well, the feelings mutual. Get used to calling me Ms. Henson, Count.”

Before she could think too much into that sudden flash of heat in his eyes, Becca turned on her heel and proceeded to stalk away from him. She really did need a good drink, and maybe a song or two to help her get away from reality. It was one of the reasons why she had welcomed the Age of the iPod above all other technologies; its endless supply of music was a balm to her soul. She’d always loved it when the bards and entertainers came to the village, and now, with any genre available to her questing fingers…

Yes, perhaps living in the modern world had its perks. Even if it came with an annoyingly desirable vampire-paladin. Oh, Hell and its different circles.

Pulling up short as his yowling voice pierced her thoughts, she wheeled around to face him. “I did NOT have the hots for anyone, you moron! He bought me a drink while you were flirting with the women with holes in the seats of their pants! Not to mention that the last person you snogged was a man! I didn’t want to tell you, but read ‘em and wheep, buddy!”

That said, she turned around to continue stalking down the street. Bar, bar, bar…whenever you needed one, they were across town. Dammit, even after all these centuries, the infuriating man still got under her skin. He was annoying, psychotic, unnecessarily violent…and jealous? Was he jealous of the Masked Man from the other night?

Ooh, the tingles that that one brought up. But hell, who was she kidding? He’d probably taken pictures for blackmail.

“Oh look, a quiet looking bar,” She said as they turned a corner. “One that WON’T be having dead bodies plastered on the front page tomorrow morning. I wonder what kind of liquor they sell.”

With a pretend sing-song voice, she shouldered open the front door and waltzed in, ignoring the interested stares from some young gang-banger-wanna-be’s in the back. Sliding into a bar stool, she crossed her ankles and smiled at the bartender to wandered down.

“Scotch on the rocks, please” She said sweetly. “And one of those fruity drinks with the umbrella for my friend. He’s a bit of a lightweight.”

[gabe]

Oh to be tortured by the ghost of a princess he killed over a century ago…what happened to the good old days that when you killed someone they stayed dead? Luckily or unluckily, the one that came back to haunt his ass was the cute goody-goody princess that he had feelings for, wasn’t that just a kick in the pants? And not only that, when was the last time he had an old fashioned carnage?

Gabriel actually missed the time when he and the other vamps that followed him around caused people to hide in fear, it was like an unending Easter egg hunt, but instead of chocolate it was the blood. That was, until he got bored of those idiots following him around and wanted to go solo. They were the fanged version of the four horsemen, he was Death, their leader, there was that annoying pipsqueak Adam, he was War who was always complaining to be on his shadow and every time he tried to change it he got his ass kicked. And there were the twin girls who were called Pestilence and Famine, they were both insane even for his standards…the girls were actually fun and had those great pair of…

“Hey! It was NOT a man! It was a girl and a pretty one, trust me I can tell! You’re just mad at me because I killed your leather masked boyfriend! And that remark was…was…just mean! You know it’s going to give me nightmares now! Bad ghost!”

Did he mention that his ghostly companion was downright infuriating? Because she was, and she drove him to insanity. It wasn’t enough that she wouldn’t let him have fun, she still had to take cheap shots at him? And…and…

“Fruity drinks with umbrellas? Lightweight?” he growled, did he say already she was infuriating?

“Give me a whiskey, and make it a double. And if I see any umbrellas in it, I will be using your head as a peanut bowl,” he ordered the bartender as he took a seat on the stool. “And you better silence that smart mouth Casper, otherwise I’m going to kill you…oh, wait…” he smirked, “too late.”

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Oooh, but this guy knew how to push her buttons! There was the insane urge to turn around and sock him in the nose warring with the need to stay calm. What kind of good influence could she be, if she resorted to violence whenever her blood boiled?

Deep breaths, she told herself with some mental Zen. Deep, calming breaths. She was sitting on the beach with the ocean lapping at her toes. Yes, her happy place. Hawaii, or Aruba, with a sweet drink and a nice looking cabana boy nearby. She was calm…she was serene…

She was imagining cabana boys with Gabriel’s face. ARGH!

When the bartender came back with their drinks, she immediately downed hers, grimacing at the initial burn. Before the bottle could be taken away, she quickly grabbed it, slapping a twenty down on the counter. She’d said that Gabriel would pay, but she wasn’t about to let him hold it over her head.

Man, talk about one kind of warped relationship. Couldn’t live with him, couldn’t live without him. Oh, yeah…and wasn’t really living to begin with. Given that, it really was unreasonable that she felt a sharp flash of pain when he reminded her that he’d killed her.

One would think that, after this long, she would have learned to accept her past mistakes. That she would have stopped feeling embarrassed and hurt that the only time she’d let her guard down with a man, he’d literally drained her dry.

Clenching her jaw against the insults that burned to be released, she gave him a dirty look and turned so that her back was to him. After all this time, she should hate him. He’d taken away her life, her family, her destiny…and all she had left was this half-dead shell of the person she could have been. She should hate him. Take out her frustration on his hide, and tell the Gods where to stick it.

But no, that would be the normal thing. As if Becca had ever known a normal day in her life…no, she still loved the bastard. Even when she wanted to strangle him.

“You don’t have to remind me, Gabriel,” She said, voice clipped. “I was there, remember? Just…finish your drink. The sooner this night is over with and we have another mission to fulfill, the better.”

[gabe]

His remark had done the trick, got her to bite her tongue and stop with the smartass comments, hooray. So why he wasn’t smiling and gloating? Why was he watching in silence as she made a grab for that bottle instead of making another merciless smart mouthed retort?

No, he was cursing inwardly, wanting to rip apart everything that vexed him, felt this unfamiliar pang on his chest and that knot on his throat. What the bloody hell was this sensation? Gabriel didn’t like it, not even a little. It was maddening and confusing, not to mention it had him squirming in his seat as he looked at her back.

“I…” he started to speak but the words escaped him, “I…I’m,” what the hell was he? Hell, this was no good at all, and before he could silence himself the words rolled out of his mouth, “…sorry.”

Sorry? He had just said he was bloody sorry? Crap, crap, crap! He was the nasty and cruel badass vampire, not the nancy cuddly sort of vampire. Being evil meant never having to say he was sorry, right? Please someone say RIGHT to stop him from freaking out!

Burying his face in his heads, he could just feel Becca’s eyes upon him. Great, just what he needed! “No, I didn’t say anything…”

“GO AWAY!” he snarled in a mix of confusion and annoyance. Wasn’t that just a kick in the pants?

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Ah, the ever burning sensation of hard liquor coursing down her throat. It was nice to know that some things didn’t change, centuries or no. She downed two shots in quick succession, inwardly rolling her eyes as her mind began to get as numb as her tongue. Gods, even after living through the Age of the Scottish Moonshine, she was still a lightweight when it came to the hard stuff.

Then again, a buzz would definitely help turn the night’s direction into something better. Her ‘bosses’ didn’t exactly like it when she lost sight of her mission, but why not let go for a little while? She could make sure that Mr. Annoying Vampire didn’t AND have some relaxing slow dancing with a stranger. She was definitely getting some interested looks from the gentlemen down the bar. All it would take was one raise of her brow; one smile in their direction, and she’d be on the dance floor with someone’s hands on her ass.

Yet, there she was, re-filling her glass with cheap bourbon until her head felt a bit swimmy. Which was awesome for keeping a tight rein on her charge, right? Dammit, she HATED when he got under her skin! She needed to build up some kind of damn impenetrable defense against him, or something. How many freaking centuries had it been, and she still hadn’t mastered the art of being disinterested! GAH, this was so frustrating!

But nothing, neither frustration or anger, could measure up to the surprise that went off in her head like a bomb, when those three little words tore themselves from his chest. Holy…holy hell, had he just apologized? To her? Without a punch line?

This was…Gods, she had no idea what this was. Or how to react, which was obvious, given her fish eyed stare. Her hands were poised in mid-pour, and her eyes wide as she looked at him. After a few seconds, she managed to go from a fish to some kind of weird, batting-eyed animal, and slowly put the bottle down.

She could probably count on one hand how many times he’d apologized to…well, ANYONE. What the hell kind of game was he playing? Was he trying to wear her down, or distract her? Prevent her from sending his ass flying into the nearest wall with a bolt of ghostly electricity?

…Well, hell with all of that; she was proud of him!

Even though she knew that it was a bad idea, that she was probably being stupid and would end up with a bite mark or a hand print on her face in the next five minutes, she couldn’t help but hop off her stool and throw her arms around his neck. Oh, how she was proud! Call her Mommy, him a two year old, and the past few centuries one helluva long gestation period, but…he’d apologized! He’d understood that he’d said something hurtful! It was progress, and she’d freaking take it.

Her sense of optimism needed it, or it would die a horrible little death.

“No, I’m not going to be going anywhere,” She said, letting her arms slide away until she pulled his hands away and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I still have to make sure that you don’t eat anyone, remember? Bad for your figure. And…thank you. Thank you for saying that.”

She moved away from him quickly after that, a part of her tensing as she waited for retaliation. He was like a wounded tiger; get too close after making the cut sting, and get your arm bitten off. So, playing it as cool as possible, she poured herself another shot. Leaning over the bar, she snagged a little umbrella from one of the bins and stuck it into his shot glass.

“There. Now all we need is some more not-a-man ladies with ass-less chaps and we’re all set.”

[gabe]

Ah, those dreaded words that sent shivers down his spine. At least he hadn’t said he loved her and asked her hand in marriage, did he? Let’s think back…no, he didn’t, but freaking sorry? In name of all that was unholy, what kind of pansy she was turning him into. She was bad company, terrible influence. He was supposed to be the badass vampire and everyone should be fearing him and…crap, now she was throwing her arms around his neck and smiling like a fool! What he ever did to deserve that kind of treatment?

Quick, bite her head off! Do it! Kill something!...anything?

Wimp!

Not even a comeback to her remark? Oh alright, grab the bottle she placed on the counter and chug it down, that works too.

“If you ever tell this to anyone you’re dead…or deader…GAH!”

Seriously, he wasn’t even remotely scary anymore? Because this was really inappropriate for a centuries old vampire who was once the scourge of Europe, people shivered just to hear about him. And now? Now he was attempting to drown himself in alcohol after saying he was sorry to a goody-assed ghost. No matter how cute that said goody-assed ghost was, it was terribly unfitting.

“Ok, you got to let me kill someone now! Some nice chaos, or is that too much to ask for?”

Stand up and shake it off. Good, now get back into the evil mindset. Thing nasty, grrrr. Good, that’s better, no winning.

“You know what? I’m going to find me something to kill. Some juicy neck to bite on,” with an evil smirk marring his face, he walked out of that bar.

And as soon as he put a foot on the streets, what was he greeted with? Demon-guys…goblins….eh, whatever those piggy-faced guys were from earlier, they were back for round two and had brought friends, quite a few of them.

“Oh joy! You fellas showed up in a great time!”

Rubbing his hands, Gabriel gave out a devilish grin before throwing himself into the fray with abandon. There was just something to ripping someone’s arm and beating him back with it that always cheered him up and gave him that warm and fuzzy feeling.