Post by Sohma Mitsuko on Mar 8, 2007 2:31:07 GMT -5
The night was fairly quiet this time around, but he wasn't complaining. It made his job all that much easier. It had been well over 13 years since the golden-haired "man" invaded his home and slain his father, yet Sohma Mitsuko remembered the events as if they were yesterday. He swore that day, at the tender age of ten, that he'd find that particular vampire, and show him the amount of mercy, his father had been shown.. none. Peering out over the tranquil city from a shopping center rooftop, Sohma lowered his eyelids over the emerald orbs within his head and sighed briefly. His fingers closed tightly about the hilt of a samurai sword that was always sheathed upon his back, this time of the night, since carrying it around during the day would be quite foolish, only causing him trouble.
His eyelids raising slowly, he exposed his eyes once more to the sights of the city lights, which illuminated the streets, and very few alleyways. A woman was currently in trouble, a man pinning her against a nearby alley wall, though he recognized the stench of death anywhere. Though he hadn't quite made slayer status, he was well equiped with increased speed and strength that was required of those attempting to become what he longed to achieve. Sohma's skills, over the years have become well honed with constant training and exercises that simulated every possible vampire strength he knew he'd have to face finding his target.
With a quick flick of his fingers, he brushed the auburn strands of his bangs from before his ever watching eyes, the features upon his face emotionless. Neither anger, joy, or sadness crossed over his face as this execution would be purely business. Calmly, he pounced over the edge of the roof, and sandy over shirt flapping behind him, dropped down onto a nearby awning. He didn't worry about the fact that his well-built 180 pound frame tore through the fabric. No, the awning had done it's job in slowing his descent to the pavement below.
Still no emotions showed upon his face as Sohma withdrew the samurai blade from it's sheath, a metallic scrape sounding throughout the alleyway. The vampire before him, evidently annoyed at his interuption, attempted to move about behind him, but expecting this, Sohma swung the blade not in front of his body, but behind it. This vampire was evidently young and inexperienced at fighting Sohma's kind as the creature fell quite easily to his blade.
Turning to face his fallen foe, he had expected to see a headless vampire, but instead, the blade had sliced through the joining of the jawline, so that the bottom half of the vampire's jaw was still intact with it's body. With a light frown, he removed a small cylindrical object from a belt he wore on his little hunts. With one quick hand movement, red iridescent light shown brightly within the alley as Sohma activated the flare. As vampires had to dispose of their victims bodies, the flares served his purpose. Kicking the top half of the head over by the fallen body, Sohma gently placed the flare onto the chest of the former human and merely watched as the clothing ignited.
Flames spreading slowly over the remains of this nights final vampire, he turned back to see the woman slumped lifelessly over a nearby barrel. Tilting her head to once side, he spotted the two crimson puncture wounds upon the creamy flesh of the lady's neck and cursed himself, "Too late...." Sheathing the samurai sword into it's rightful place on his back, he took one more glance upon the burning body on the pavement, before turning away from the gruesome scene and heading towards the place he was currently calling home.
His eyelids raising slowly, he exposed his eyes once more to the sights of the city lights, which illuminated the streets, and very few alleyways. A woman was currently in trouble, a man pinning her against a nearby alley wall, though he recognized the stench of death anywhere. Though he hadn't quite made slayer status, he was well equiped with increased speed and strength that was required of those attempting to become what he longed to achieve. Sohma's skills, over the years have become well honed with constant training and exercises that simulated every possible vampire strength he knew he'd have to face finding his target.
With a quick flick of his fingers, he brushed the auburn strands of his bangs from before his ever watching eyes, the features upon his face emotionless. Neither anger, joy, or sadness crossed over his face as this execution would be purely business. Calmly, he pounced over the edge of the roof, and sandy over shirt flapping behind him, dropped down onto a nearby awning. He didn't worry about the fact that his well-built 180 pound frame tore through the fabric. No, the awning had done it's job in slowing his descent to the pavement below.
Still no emotions showed upon his face as Sohma withdrew the samurai blade from it's sheath, a metallic scrape sounding throughout the alleyway. The vampire before him, evidently annoyed at his interuption, attempted to move about behind him, but expecting this, Sohma swung the blade not in front of his body, but behind it. This vampire was evidently young and inexperienced at fighting Sohma's kind as the creature fell quite easily to his blade.
Turning to face his fallen foe, he had expected to see a headless vampire, but instead, the blade had sliced through the joining of the jawline, so that the bottom half of the vampire's jaw was still intact with it's body. With a light frown, he removed a small cylindrical object from a belt he wore on his little hunts. With one quick hand movement, red iridescent light shown brightly within the alley as Sohma activated the flare. As vampires had to dispose of their victims bodies, the flares served his purpose. Kicking the top half of the head over by the fallen body, Sohma gently placed the flare onto the chest of the former human and merely watched as the clothing ignited.
Flames spreading slowly over the remains of this nights final vampire, he turned back to see the woman slumped lifelessly over a nearby barrel. Tilting her head to once side, he spotted the two crimson puncture wounds upon the creamy flesh of the lady's neck and cursed himself, "Too late...." Sheathing the samurai sword into it's rightful place on his back, he took one more glance upon the burning body on the pavement, before turning away from the gruesome scene and heading towards the place he was currently calling home.
