Special Delivery[open]

[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

Jasper fiddled with the edges of the manila envelope he held between his fingers. He was on his way to the Academy to deliver a message, same old same old. He wasn't exactly told who to give it to directly, which was really odd, so he'd be smart about this. Obviously he wasn't going to just hand it to a student and wish them a good day then vanish.
'Idiotic.'
He thought to himself as the car continued quietly on. At least he didn't have to try and find, none-the-less pay for, a taxi. He always had a car arranged for him whenever the Breseis Coven needed him to deliver something.

Setting the letter in his lap he rolled down the window to the car and looked out of it. This place always looked the same to him, shaded in the shadows of the night, only able to light up by the moon or stars, and in the city all the artificial light blocked it out. He used to love the moon when he was a War Dragon, loved to look at it and wonder at it's beauty. Now he wasn't sure. He didn't hate it, it wasn't the moon's fault he was this way, but everytime he saw it it meant more of doing the Coven's dirty work. More of messages, doing the same thing.
A De Ja Vu he lived through every day.

The car came to a halt in front of the Academy. Nodding to the driver he stepped out, envelope in hand. As he adjusted his black jacket he looked up at the Academy before striding towards the steps that lead to the entrance. He had been there a few times on other deliveries, granted they had a specific designation. Still he was a little familiar with it and knew how to get to important offices and things alike that. He opened the massive front gates and glanced in the security on duty, gave a nod, and continued on his way.

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Twelve-hundred years of hiding, to remain invisible to a select group of people. Twelve-hundred years of constant paranoia, of a life of fear. Twelve-hundred years of waiting for this day to come.

The unmistakable smell of Breseis found its way into the nostrils of Delacoix. What he thought would be a quiet evening, articulating maps of the school, was suddenly shattered. Hunters instinct kicking into full gear, as the little voice inside his head cried out,

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His first priority was his weaponry. His dorm room wasn't far away, and the Breisis car was only just pulling up to the front gates. There was time still.

Sprinting at full pace, Delacoix made his way through floor and wall alike thanks to his phasing ability, not stopping for any reason until his nearby dormroom was reached. One quick look about the room was taken before he decided what to bring. Bow, quiver, knives and fun-bag. He was pulling no stops with this encounter. The fun-bag was a large, black duffle bag containing various intricate and expensive inventions, crafted by the Corporation for a single purpose - destroying Vampires. Delacoix had no problem dumping millions into this research. It was worth it.

There had always been a deep-seeded hatred towards Vampires, burrowed deep within his psyche. For the life they stole from him, uncaring to his wants or needs. For the selfish, controlling nature of Vampires. There would be no forgiveness granted towards any of his kind. Not until he was the last one remaining.

The fact that his individual was a Breisis, a member of the very Coven that proved directly responsible for what happened to him, only added to the anger. To the need for absolute justice that had driven Delacoix to end the unnatural life of each and every Vampire previously met.

Soft footsteps lagged behind the Vampire, traveling much faster than anyone cared to this late at night. Coal black eyes fell upon the figure making its way through the gates to the Academy, striding towards the front hall. Due to the absent-minded security, Delacoix acknowledged that he couldn't strike the first blow as rashly as he desired. Instead, respect would have to be shown unlike he'd ever granted another Vampire. He'd have to greet him with words, rather than assault.

Pity.

After a quick phase through the walls of the front hall, Delacoix stood inside the massive archway of the building, staring down upon the Vampire. "You are not wanted here. Give me three reasons why I shouldn't riddle you with holes, coven filth," Delacoix demanded quietly, composite bow radiating moonlight. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

All he needed to do was deliver this message to....someone. The Dean or someone else of higher power. Damn them for not telling him who to give it to directly. Well then someone was probably going to meet him there anyways. He looked up an noticed a figure standing before him, staring down at him in fact. Oh, he knew that stare, the 'I'm higher than you' stare. This was probably them.
"You are not wanted here. Give me three reasons why I shouldn't riddle you with holes, coven filth."
Okay, maybe not.

Jasper stared at the figure in silence, the envelope still in his hand just hanging out like it was supposed to now fly to it's destination. He considered flipping him off and continuing on his way, but then again, maybe he'd answer his question. After all, he called him Coven scum, so he might hate the coven just as much as he did. EVen so, he coulnd't be sure. For all he knew this could be someone from the Breseis coven just trying to--oh whatever!

"One- I'm just the messenger."
Jasper paused, guaging his reaction so far, and continued. His expression remained bored and his voice vacant, like it had been for half a century.
"I'll give you two more when I think of them."
Hm, usually that was his inner monologue speaking the jackassary and his outside voice being the Breseis robot that he had been pretending to be every single day. With that Jasper headed into the door past the stranger.

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There was a certain level of expectancy placed upon the hope of conflict arising just from the challenge being laid down. It was, after all, the Breseis way to tear anything apart that insulted their name. But the man standing before Delacoix didn't have the usual fight in his eyes, or any of that lovely Vampiric pride.

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"One- I'm just the messenger." Momentarily peeling his eyes from those of the opposing Vampire, Delacoix took notice of the envelope in hand."I'll give you two more when I think of them." Delacoix was not impressed, though he remained stone-faced. His need to extinguish every other Vampire left no room for humor. Clearly, standing before him, armed, and threatening him, was sufficient to send this message.

Grip upon his bow tightened as the Vampire drew closer. Unanimated face told Delacoix he wasn't challenging him, still. To his disappointment, this proved true. He simply walked on by, not another remark or gesture of hostility.

Did he not take Delacoix seriously? Was he that confident in his own abilities? Delacoix did not understand this Vampires thought process, and decided it wasn't important to know. Fighting back was not a prerequisite of death. And tame dogs were always easier to put down anyways.

Slow footsteps echoed from behind Delacoix for moments, while he calculated the consequences of what he was about to do. In a single, fluid motion, Delacoix rounded. Falling to a single knee and drawing back a one his his heavy, metallic arrow from his quiver, and releasing it just as quick in the direction of the Vampires' midsection. Fired from new-type metallic bow, the arrow had strength unknown to a projectile. Able to pierce several feet of solid material before coming to a halt. Flesh? Well it was just pulled along for the ride until the ride finished. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

Did Jasper really not see the weaponry that the other vampire was holding? No, he did see them. Did he actually expect this vampire to just shrug and slink back to wherever he came from and let Jasper on his merry way? Oh hell no he didn't. That's why he kept his sense sharp, alert and tuned awaiting for the other to make his move. It came not a second too soon. Jasper heard a quiet step and then a tiny twang noise.

He stepped quickly aside just enough that he arrow ripped thorugh his jacket and grazed his skin. Mind you he reacted pretty darn fast that arrow was aimed to kill. So this guy was serious? Another vampire who, as it so far seemed, wanted to destroy the Breseis Coven. He stood, stunned for a split second before facing him completely and tuking the message away in his coat. For some reason he didn't think this guy was up to talk. Jasper held his hands up in front of himself as if pushing on an invisible wall.

"Okay...."
'Okay, think Jasper, think. Don't stand here dumbfounded like a child it will make you look guilty."
Guilty of course being that he was one of the Breseis. Then again, every scenario that he thought of made him look guilty, so what could he really do? Run?
'No that's pathetic.'
"I think I have a clear understanding of what you're doing here, and I already know I can't talk my way out of this. And why? Well it must be because of one thing and one thing only."
Jasper paused, slowly lowering his hands.

"I am of the Breseis Coven, and you must want all of them dead; Revenge is your motive, correct?'
In truth, he was saying what was on his mind and what he wanted to do, but if he had it straight this guy in front of him wanted the same thing.

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Gracefully, the Breseis Vampire side-stepped the arrow. Though it did pierce through a part of him, it was nothing sufficient, nothing a Vampire would be concerned about. Enough to inform him that he wasn't fucking around, perhaps. Nothing more. Sad that he didn't convey this message prior, but Vampires always had an affinity for stubbornness and defiance.

And yet, he had chosen not to flee, but to confront. Without weaponry, or at least, apparent weaponry. An unusual approach to save one's self, as Delacoix had witnessed many before. This was about the point where he'd normally reach into the bag at his feet, extract an implement of Vampiric destruction, and leave feeling satisfied. Normally though, Vampires didn't think they could talk their way out of it. Unless it was some kind of trap, some kind of diversion to buy time until another came along, it couldn't hurt to listen. Couldn't hurt Delacoix anyways.

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"Okay....I think I have a clear understanding of what you're doing here, and I already know I can't talk my way out of this. And why? Well it must be because of one thing and one thing only. I am of the Breseis Coven, and you must want all of them dead; Revenge is your motive, correct?" Delacoix's nostrils flared. No. It wasn't simply because he was a Breseis piece of shit. It was so very more intricate than that. Being a Breseis simply accelerated the urge to watch the man scream in pain. Swiftly another arrow was prepared to fire, drawn back and aimed once more. This time, hesitation fell upon Delacoix, unable to contain his words any longer.

"The only thing more rare than a reason other than revenge, would be an individual carrying such a reason. So spare me your psychoanalytical approach, captain obvious. My motives haven't singled you out because you're a Breseis, but because you're a Vampire." A long exhale escaped the Vampires chest. Though breathing wasn't really a required action of a Vampire, the perfect exhale contributed to an effective shot, as Delacoix was preparing to demonstrate to the one before him.
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[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

"The only thing more rare than a reason other than revenge, would be an individual carrying such a reason. So spare me your psychoanalytical approach, captain obvious. My motives haven't singled you out because you're a Breseis, but because you're a Vampire."
Jasper's expression remained the same, though his thoughts were definately moving a lot faster than he'd let on.
'Well, I can figure this one out. He most likely hates vampires for being turned into one, same here, though more narrowed to the Breseis....'
Because his first assumption was mostly wrong, he was able to figure this much out. Plus the statement from the stranger was a help as well. Jasper didn't want to kill every single vampire in the world for the simple reason that there were more out there like him. The one before him, ready to kill him in fact, was proof of that. Jasper just wanted the Breseis dead for the time being, and then who knows, maybe if he felt the need to even live after the Breseis was destroyed he'd kill vampires that were like them. Mindless murderers who wanted nothing but power and complete control, a kind of dictatorship only with more fangs.

Jasper tucked his hands into his pockets now, knowing that there wasn't really any other way to talk himself out of this.
"I see, you want all vampires dead."
He looked towards his feet, shifting them slightly as he stood then back up at his current attacker.
"Well then, I'll gladly let you kill me."
Jasper hated what he had become, and as he said this he held his arms out to his side slightly.
"But..."
He held up his finger, as if it would somehow defend against an arrow. Then again, if he had his claws it easily could fend off an arrow- not the point, though.
"Only after I have destroyed the Breseis Coven from the inside out and freed a friend of mine."
He wasn't bluffing, in all honesty. Jasper could tell now, by the pure determination in this vampire's heart that he planned on killing every vampire, and Jasper wouldn't really need to stick around to kill others that were like the Breseis.
"Want a contract?'
It was his sarcastic inner monologue speaking, but still, he might.

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After words were exchanged, a brief moment of deep contemplation ensued. Metal groaning under the tension of Delacoix's strength the only sound as the Breseis took in his words. Wondering if he was formulating some kind of maneuver out of the situation, or genuinely taking it in, Delacoix waited. He didn't really know why. With no fight in his foe, the desire to strike him down so rashly was all but abolished. If nothing else, his words would serve him good before his death.

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"I see, you want all vampires dead. Well then, I'll gladly let you kill me. But... Only after I have destroyed the Breseis Coven from the inside out and freed a friend of mine. "Want a contract?' Of course. Nobody would gladly lay down and die, and seeing as there was no violent confrontation from the man, there would be some sort of attempt at persuasion. Perhaps it had even almost worked. Delacoix was at least interested in learning more, though he hated himself for it. What was it of late, drawing out the soft spots in himself he decided long ago he didn't need?

His head rolled back and a sigh flitted out, quite sarcastically. He really couldn't believe this, at all. "And just how do you plan on taking down the entire Coven..." he asked in a monotone voice, showing he wasn't going to toss aside his bow and begin to conspire against the Breseis. This had incredible potential to be a trap, and a rather obvious one at that. Not the first time he heard something similar, and most likely not the last. "And what do you suppose I'd do with a contract, Mr...."

Delacoix waited for him to fill in the blank of his name, still holding the bow steady. The problem with the Coven was that there were genuinely a lot of people who opposed them. To differentiate those who hated them, and those who were working for, or supporting them, was no easy task. And Delacoix's mind was not made up quite yet.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

Jasper watched as the stranger stared him down, as if contemplating what to do with him next. Ah, wait, Jasper had seen that vacant look before, more vacant than he paraded around on a daily basis. He used to see it in the mirror, when he was so far gone that he wasn't even himself any more. Then he was awakened by the olde memories, the pain of his anthema reminding him that, despite being dead, he had a life to live. A life that he could avenge. He hadn't been so devoured by revenge he had nothing left, he had others to save as well. But this one, he seemed to have nothing but revenge to live for.

Finally, Jasper heard an exasperated breath escape the other male and his attention was brought back to him.
"And just how do you plan on taking down the entire Coven..."
"Now why would I tell you that?"
Jasper thought to himself as if answering the question telepathically. He wasn't planning on telling this person anything. His greeting was awful and he attacked him, what did he expect, a full layed out plan? Well, he might let a little something slip, so he remained, what were teenagers these days saying? Legit.
"All their info, plans, etc. must go through me."

"And what do you suppose I'd do with a contract, Mr...."
"Noble, Mr. Noble."
The other may have thought he was joking, saying his name was Noble because he thought he was playing the part, but it was indeed his real name. It was also a kind of common last name among the Breseis, so he wasn't really giving himself away.
"No sure what'd you'd do really. Frame it? Glance at it and toss it aside when you decided you were going to kill me anyways? None-the-less..."
He held up the envelope once more, hinting he still had a message to deliver.

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[/font]"Now why would I tell you that?"

It was an admirable quality to be able to smile back upon death. The Vampire before Delacoix was showing nothing but headstrong resilience, and, internally, it made Delacoix smile. Too many Vampires cease to have a spine when threatened with their lives.

Noble went on to sowing the seeds of intrigue within Delacoix. Mixed among sarcasm and dry wit, still defiant with a weapon threatening him to the face. His mind began to race, his eyes finally faltering and wandering about in silent contemplation. And moments passed by in silence.

Delacoix gave up. The Vampire before him, Noble, was not worth the trouble quite yet. There would be a time and a place where his death would be more appropriate; of this, Delacoix was certain. Yet through him, there posed the astronomical chance of accomplishing much, much more. If he had to assist one Vampire in to achieve the deaths of many, more vile Vampires, so be it.

"Hypothetically speaking," Delacoix began, in a strangely light-mannered tone, "if I were to lower my weapon, and offer my aid in the completion of your task in every way possible... Would you be willing to die for this, once you see it done?"

While his voice was light-hearted, his dark eyes showed no such light, instead reflecting the true nature of his offer. The fall of the Breseis, and aid with his personal problem concerning them, in exchange for his life. There would be no going back upon this word, if he truly agreed to it. The Corporation would always see things done.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

Jasper awaited a response from the other, his gaze seeming to shift about in thought. Jasper wasn't sure how, but for some reason he felt he was going to live through this night, and many to come after it. His ears perked up, as did his brow, as the other spoke again.
"Hypothetically speaking, if I were to lower my weapon, and offer my aid in the completion of your task in every way possible... Would you be willing to die for this, once you see it done?"

Ah, anything to fulfill revenge. You may even take up an unlikely ally to help in your task. Vindiction was an odd thing to live for, to only want something in return of the pain caused to you. But, it seemed, that to these two vampires, it was the only thing left. For a short moment, Jasper had to wonder what this other had lost to make him want to kill every vampire out there. Maybe something more than Jasper, he only had his sister, perhaps he lost his entire family. Either way, neither of them wanted to be a vampire, and both of them wanted those who made them this way dead.

Jasper finally let out a light hearted chuckle that matched the tone of voice from the other, though not really the gaze. He closed his eyes as he tucked the envelope away in his coat pocket once more. When he looked back up his eyes were full of an odd mix of sadness and determination at the same time. He had always planned on dying after his task was complete, and it didn't phase him to think of another vampire sharing his view ending his life.
"Save that arrow, for it shall be the only one to pierce what heart I have left and leave me to the sun, Mr...."
He trailed off, hoping for a name or at least an alias, as the other had done before.

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Delacoix did not expect such willingness from Noble. In fact, this whole encounter was the sum of a lot of things happening that he did not anticipate.

The look that he received, staring back at him from down the shaft of his arrow, was enough to tell Delaciox what he need to know. This purpose of his was worth dying for. And die for it, he shall, if Delacoix had any hand in it.

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"Save that arrow, for it shall be the only one to pierce what heart I have left and leave me to the sun, Mr...."

"Rêve," he mumbled absent-mindedly, clearly bewildered that the man before him had just advocated his life to this cause. It was over-done, dramatic in a sense that only Vampires really loved to pull, but nonetheless effective.

And then the bow fell.

Cautiously. He now trusted Noble, though he didn't understand exactly why. There was no reassurance that this wasn't a trap, that he wouldn't follow his word, or that the Vampire was even telling the truth about anything. Yet somehow, the one defense that Delacoix had always relied upon found itself at his waist.

"Then I suggest you elaborate upon your predicament, Noble." Tossing the bow upon the floor with a loud, metallic crash, Delacoix wrapped his hands around another arrowhead and begin to scratch away at the one he had drawn, with the horrid sound akin to nails on chalkboard filling the hallway. "Because I pride myself on getting the job done. You will be no different," he spoke softly, lifting an arrowhead to reveal the word "Noble" carved neatly into the cold metal.
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[jasper]

The flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim

Jasper, despite being so sure of his own word, was somewhat relieved that the other vampire lowered his bow as he recieved a name. He smiled lightly, and offered a small bow of his head.
"Ah, Mr. Rêve, a pleasure."
Jasper usually felt like he was doing nothing, just repeating something he always did when he bowed his head to any of the Breseis vampires, but when he bowed to Delacoix he was actually showing respect, despite the fact that he had been threatening him just moments before with a weapon.

"I assure you Mr. Rêve, I am true to my word, and I shall not let any other vampire take me before you do."
Shifting his weight to one foot he checked his watch. Time was running low and he had to deliver the message before suspicion was aroused.
"I am, of course, willing to meet with you in the future to discuss these...plans. Do you have a way I can contact you, a phone perhaps?"