Vampire Hunter School Thinger

Kay. x_x

Another night, another attempt to keep himself alive. A simple blip on the radar trying to make a final wave before disappearing into the depths of the world. He was struggling to stay on his feet, and he knew that these nights wouldn’t keep him afloat much longer. Yet he was here, as always, singing into the microphone so that his soft voice would be amplified enough for people to hear over the acoustic guitar. His gray eyes stared out over the people before him, squinting somewhat due to the colored lights causing a glare on his glasses.

My scars remind me… that the past is real..

His hands, barren except for his right ring finger, which was adorned with a stainless steel ring decorated with three black stars on its face, and the pinky beside it, holding a set of rings that connected together to form a key pressed against a heart shaped lock, ran the guitar pick easily over the strings and formed the chords to go along with his choice for this free mike night. The black Ibanez acoustic was work, but she still sang beautifully, just as he did.

I tear my heart open, just to feel…

He smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly and gripping the neck of his guitar. Quentin rose, black tennis shoes shuffling across the small makeshift stage. He had dressed simply, wearing black and red, his two favorite colors. The only thing that really stood out from the dark with accenting splashes was his heart necklace, special for no reason other than the fact that he thought it was pretty and it could hold a picture if he wished. “Thank God that’s over..” he murmured as he stepped off of the stage, picking up the guitar case and setting it on an empty table so that he could put the guitar away. Hopefully the entire contest would be over soon.. Maybe he’d win.. Maybe he’d get to pay rent and go home to his shitty apartment and rest.. Maybe he’d get lucky and someone would take him away from the shitty part of town he was in. “Uugh.”

His fingers delicately placed his baby in the case, and he shut it, taking a moment to look around the smoky bar, wondering what kind of riffraff he’d have to put up with tonight. He reached up to toy with his lip piercing, trying to decide what to do. Quen dusted off his skinny jeans, straightened his shirt and tattered black jacket, and finally fixed his red scarf before picking up his case and turning to scan the bar again, as if he was slightly paranoid for no real reason at all.

“Wow, I’ve really fallen down the totem pole..” he mumbled. The six foot tall being shifted his weight to his left foot. “What a mess..”

"Fucking demons. Burning down my favorite bar. Forcing me to come to this fucking sinkhole." Jemessis muttered, angrily downing his drink as he did so, he demanded soon after that the bar tender bring him another.
"Why should I serve you, when you're insulting my establishment?" Asked the bartender, clearly not at all amused with Jem and his mumblings.
The young man reached into his pocket, pulling out some cash and waving it in the other man's face. "Can you really afford to turn me down?" He asked, eyes turning to one side as he spotted another man approaching him. A burly man, that looked like he could possibly take the young man. Jem quickly tucked his money away, "Can I do you for something?" Asked the dragon, already knowing where this was going.
"What's a kid like you doing with all that money? Hows about you share, pretty boy?"Asked the burly man, whom swiftly grabbed Jem by the front of the shirt and dragging him to his feet. He went to reach inside Jem's shirt, but was soon seized by the throat.
Needless to say, it did not take much for Jem to know down the other man, whom tried an attack that was met with a hasty kick in the face. He stared down at the crumpled heap on the floor, blinked, and turned his gaze to the bar. "Anyone else want a piece of me? No? Good! No give me my drink," he demanded, watching the bartender scurry to gather several bottles of beer, which Jem happily accepted before moving off to sit in a booth by himself.
"Stupid assholes... They knew better than to fuck with me at the old place..." He uttered bitterly.

Quentin was absorbed in the fight as it occurred, finding it rather amusing Jem had won. Now that was the kind of person he needed to hang out with.. Someone that knew how to take care of themselves. He was sick of people that weren’t like that. His acquaintances only spoke to him if they had a problem or something of the sort. He sighed, stepping over the fallen burly man with a soft snort. At least he hadn’t been embarrassed like that..

The young man leaned against the bar, smiling softly as he looked over the booze behind the shelf. It almost looked like he would buy something, but the order that slipped past his lips was likely disappointing to the owner. “Water, please.” he stated, voice polite and somewhat shy. Water was free, and free was the best word in his vocabulary at the moment. His tired eyes watched from behind his glasses, glad that the bartender seemed to be on auto pilot thanks to Jemessis. Quen took his glass of water with a faint bow of his head. “Thanks.” he said softly, allowing his eyes to wander to the other dragon. Of course, his senses were out of whack, so he didn’t know that he wasn’t alone in species tonight, but that didn’t stop him from slowly moving to the booth where the other man sat.

His legs carried him to the booth easily, though his body locked up and he was forced to lean back against a table for a few moments, looking Jem over before finally speaking. “Do you.. Mind if I join you..?” he asked meekly, adding a small smile to the end of his sentence. He was obviously feeling a bit out of place asking such a question, and he didn’t feel very confident. Apparently, he was bad at that sort of thing, maybe just plain bad with people.

Jemessis, with a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in one hand, rose his eyes to the other man as he watched him moving closer. His hand lifted to shield his cigarette as he lit it, then fell onto the table. Letting out a puff of smoke, he looked to Quentin as he stood alongside him, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he puffed a cloud of smoke.

"It's up to you, pal. Free country last I checked," Jem pointed out, taking his cigarette between his fingers, he turned his head away and blew a cloud of smoke.

Quentin watched Jemesiss, hanging his head slightly and dropping his eyes to his feet. He shifted his footing, nostrils flaring as the cigarette smoke made its way into his lungs. He’d never tried them, but they smelled awful anyways, so he probably never would take even a drag. “Thank you..” he commented, setting his guitar down before easing himself into the spot across from Jem.

His eyes now rest on the man’s hands, and he instantly noted the calluses. Quen moved one of his own hands, as if he planned on touching Jem’s, though he stopped himself, knowing that his touchy-feely nature was likely not the best thing to show off right now. “Do you play?”

Jem rose a brow, having picked up on the other man's intention of touching his hand, he removed his cigarette from his lips once more, looking to his palms briefly before turning his gaze to Quentin, "I do." He confirmed, giving his head a brief nod as he did so.

He drew in on his cigarette again, once more exhaling the smoke out into the air, seeming to derive an odd pleasure from the substance.

The dragon cleared his throat, slowly slipping his hands from the table to his lap. He was obviously a little embarrassed about that. His expression went from neutral to satisfied in an instant, however, and he sat up. “What kind of music do you play?” he asked, smiling at Jem. He tilted his head some as he waited for his response, moving a hand to bring his water to his lips. At least this dump had someone he could talk to, he thought. Tonight might not be so bad after all.

(Hmm, would I make him gay since I like guys? xD *stupid*)

"Depends," Jem stated, his cigarette once more between his fingers as he opened a beer with his hands, easily twisting off the cap. "Whatever I feel like playing, really." He added soon after. He then proceeded to drink his own beverage, his green eyes slipping shut as he briefly wondered what his brother was up to, before returning his attention to the stranger.

(Make who gay an whatnow? o_O)

Quen blinked, resting his cheek in his hand now. "I see.." he murmured softly, thinking for a little bit before sighing softly. "You know.. you made kicking that guy's ass look so easy.." He smiled some. "I wish I could fight like that.. but I just avoid people, so I guess I really don't need to know how to." He straightened himself once more, gray eyes locked on Jemessis now.

(Quentin. XD Since he's kinda my persona. o: Should I make him gay? Because I think if I was a guy I probably would be.. or bi.. *rambles*)

"Yeah, well, it was easy..." Jem said, giving a bit of a shrug as he did so. He eyed the other man for a few moments, pondering his angle. Finally, he decided it would be easier for him to just be outright with it. "Is there a particular reason you came over here? Not that I don't enjoy the odd company, but after my little display I really didn't expect anyone would want to impose on me." he pointed out.

(Oh... I dunno. Sure?)

The male rubbed his chin for a moment, as if in thought. “Well.. I guess I just followed my gut.” he mumbled. “I don’t know.. There’s something about you that told me I’d get along with you.. And that we might have a lot in common.” He shrugged some as he continued to think. “Besides.. You’re striking.” He mumbled the last part, as if it was something he shouldn’t have said out loud and didn’t want Jem to hear. Hell, he’d probably just fucked up his chances of making a friend, if it had even been possible in the first place. Gah, idiot!

(xD Ok.)

"Yeah? Wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the fact that we're both dragons, would it?" Jem asked, looking at what little was left of his cigarette, he sighed half heartedly and put it out, "I know I'm good looking. It's part of my charm," he assured, giving a smirk as he did so.

"Well, that might just be it." he commented, chuckling softly. He brushed his bangs from his face, watching the other male contently. "Mm, well, I like your attitude too.." He winked, finding it amusing that Jem was so confident, and apparently somewhat playful. He didn't know what to think of him just yet... Quentin brought his water to his lips again, hating the feeling of cobwebs in his wallet.

"Buuuut, you're not just a dragon, are you?" Jemessis asked, easily smelling the mixed blood in him. "So, why don't you tell me, in exchange for a beer," he offered, indicating to one of his unopened bottles.

"Mm, you've got a good nose.." he murmured, watching him with a faint smirk on his pretty lips. "Alright.. I’ll tell you what I am..” he stated, shifting where he sat. “Haha, for starters, my name is Quentin. I’m part angel.. My mother fell for a man when she was on earth, and he just so happened to be a dragon.. He found out about me not long after they had sex and he cut things off. I guess.. Long distance plus a baby wasn’t ok.” He rolled his shoulders. “At least.. That’s what she told me. But I have my suspicions. So does my brother Jamison. Well, my half brother. At least, I think we’re related.. Eh.” He bit his bottom lip for a moment, feeling a twinge in his heart at the thought of his dear mother. Oh how he missed her… “If you want to know anything just ask.. But before you do, I’d like to ask what you are..”

"I'm a dragon, just as I said," Jemessis assured, sliding an unopened bottle of beer to Quentin as he did so. "Grandson of Lucifer, mind you, but I'm a dragon nonetheless." He said, giving a brief smirk, he rose his eyes to the other man, wondering what he would think of that.

"Mm, well, it's an honor to meet you." he stated, bowing his head some as he opened his beer. He watched the other man while he took a long drink, exhaling as he allowed the taste to linger. He'd missed alcohol.. "I'm actually surprised that you're even here talking to me now. Well, putting up with me is more like it." He shook his head, taking another drink.

"You know, that's exactly the kind of attitude I hate. Like you're looking for my pity, or something, but don't want to ask for it," Jem pointed out, raising a brow at the other man, he watched him drink. "It's not much fun listening to someone talk down about themselves. Other people got shit in their lives to deal with, too, ya know." He said, reaching for his cigarette pack again.

(I didn't even realize how that sounded until I read your post and reread mine.. xD; *fail* )

"... Ah. Well, I'm not looking for pity.." he stated, staring down at the table for a few moments. "Uugh.." He felt like hitting himself. Always saying something stupid.. "Sorry.. Can we forget that that came out that way..?" He rolled his shoulders, sitting back once more. He even smiled some, as if trying to redeem himself. "Hmmm.." he murmured, trying to think of something to say.

(xD)

"Sure, whatever," Jemessis said, waving a hand, as if to dismiss it, he lit up another cigarette. He stared for a few long moments, as if contemplating something. Then, being the master of forward conversations that he was, he rose a brow at the other man, "So you're gay, right? Or at least bi? I saw you going for my hand. No straight boy does that." He said, giving a little snicker as he did so.

(xDD)

"Thank you.." he said with a soft smile, glad that Jemessis let things roll of of his shoulders easily. Thank goodness, he thought. He blinked, face going blank as Jem spoke again. Quentin, clearly caught off guard, cleared his throat as he felt his face tingle. His cheeks held a pink blush, and he turned his gray eyes away for a moment. He finally mustered his voice, thus returned his eyes to Jem. "Mm, I am.." he stated, trying to sound secure, and he was somewhat successful.

"Yeah? You don't sound too proud of it," Jem said, once more smoking away. He went to take a draw from his cigarette, though paused midway to finish off his beer, all the while his bright green eyes fixated on Quentin.

"I am.. I mean, I know who I am, what I am, and if people have a problem with it, fuck them.." he said, voice becoming passionate. "It's just.. I don't like talking about it much, that's the problem." He watched Jem finish his beer, and then took another sip from his own. "I don't think mom ever approved.. that's probably why." He shrugged softly. "Anyways.. why did you ask me that, just out of my curiosity?"

"Yeah, something like that," Jem murmured, rubbing his chest absently as he finished off another smoke. He looked to Quentin absently, clearly pondering something.

Quentin gave a soft nod, watching Jemessis with an arched brow. "What's on your mind?" he asked, noting that the other man was pondering. The dragon brought his beer to his lips, feeling the last bit of its goodness slip down his throat. That had been so good.. Jem was a life saver.

"Can't say," Jem said, giving a bit of a smirk as he did so, "I doubt you'd be interested..." He went on to add, putting out his cigarette. "I've just been 'alone' for a while, and was entertaining the thought of taking you into the bathroom and giving you a treat," he said, giving a wink, he reached out and stroked under Quentin's jaw.

Quentin's eyes grew slightly wide for a moment and his blush deepened. "Oh.. wow.." he barely managed to whisper, closing his eyes for a few moments as he felt Jem's touch. "Err.. that's an interesting offer.. and I'm sorry, but..." He took a breath. "I... I.." He paused, weighing his options and thinking hard. He wanted and needed some stability in his life, and a friend.. he really, really needed a friend. He slowly reached up to pat Jem's cheek, continuing to think about what to do.

(Hmm, he really does need a friend. D: And if Jem became that friend, he'd totally open up the benefits for him. o: )

Jem smiled a little, lightly poking the tip of Quentin's nose, "You're cute when you blush," he absently pointed out, smirking a little he shrugged his shoulders some. "That's cool. I wont do anything you're not down with... Doesn't mean I'll stop thinking about it though, gives me something to fall asleep to tonight."

(Jem can be that friend. In my head I see him all doing the dirt and then Kem being like 'I'm hungry, are you hungry, wanna get some take out and go to my apartment?' Type thing. xD)

Quentin's blush deepened even more, and he exhaled. "Nn, I'm glad you think so.." he whispered with a smile, slowly moving his hand to rest on Jem's. "Well.. I guess I can be bad tonight.. just for you.." he finally stated, winking. He'd never really done this sort of thing before, so he felt out of place, but apparently Jemessis had it planned, so he surrendered, thinking that he'd most likely never see the man again anyways.. Besides, he was handsome, and he seemed like a decent guy, so why not?

(Yay. ;D Rofl. XD Niiiice. I can see that too. O: )