A Deal in the Park

[Auron]

The man of about twenty brushed a lock of curly golden hair from his blue eyes. Glancing around the park, he saw nothing of particular interest, he somberly sat and waited. A few children were playing in a near by jungle gym as their mothers stood by waiting nervously for one to fall. Trees clumped together to form a secure canopy for those below. The sky was cloudy, but none the less warm, Auron began to reflect on the occurrences of yesterday.
After the scene with the wolves he had to find a new body. The wolves had underestimated his power, and assumed that he would perish by the likes of holy water; when in fact, they'd need so much more than that to rid themselves of his presence. Auron had crept away from the garden, a disembodied soul, to find yet another place to take his toll on. His search led him to a shoddy apartment building two blocks away from the garden. Auron glided up the stairs as a mist, and slipped under the doorway undetected. As he entered the bedroom of the newlywed's apartment a cacophony of moans and grunts populated the air. With a snap Auron was indisde the man's body, and easily gained control. He was upon the woman not even missing a beat. As soon as he'd finished he removed himself from her and bounded to the closet, not bothering to clean himself up, and began grabbing clothes up in his arms. Spotting a suitcase up on top of the shelf he pulled it down, shoving the clothing inside. The womans worried calls echoed from the bedroom, he ignored them as he slipped on a faded pair of jeans, ripped at one knee cap. His new body was so much better than his old, upon examination he realized he was attractively muscular yet slender, practically the spokes model of the Abercrombie. Cockily he raised one of his eyebrows at himself, and flexed his muscles to reveal taught definition in his pecs and biceps of the tanned skin.
Picking up the suitcase he continued into the bedroom, the man's wife was sitting up now, not even bothering to shroud herself with the bedsheet. "Cover your self in my presence wh*re," he barked at her disrespectfully, " I haven't any more use of you. You're lucky that I'm sparing your life, for now." Gruffly he turned his back, slamming the door behind him and exited the apartment building. When he was on the sidewalk, he snapped his fingers, the building was immediately engulfed in flames, a devilish smiled played across his lips. The he pranced off to the park, and as he trodded he began to sing to himself "Don't Fear the Reaper" by the Blue Oyster Cult. The whispered almost calling to her, "I'm coming for you Namir.." He had a plan, as always, since the first had failed he would attack now from the inside out. He would have her in the end. Now, he was in search of Pete.

[Pete]

After Namir's rescue, Pete went back to his normal routine, his never ending vigil. The little voice in your head, the one that tells you not to start a fight, not to leave the store without paying, not to pull the trigger, it seemed some people were just born without it. He had a personal vendetta against them. He stood on the rooftop scanning the city for any signs of trouble. He found it. A few buildings away from him, the building erupted into flames, the heat of the blaze making him squint. Most of the buildings in this part of Rome were apartments, people might have been in that building. He desperately sprinted towards the iferno, shattering the window on the uppermost floor and entering the building. He pulled his shirt over his mouth and kicked in the door into a hallway, flames already licking at the walls and ceiling. He saw her, barely clothed and unmoving at the bottom of the stairs. She wasnt quick enough. Dashing out of the building he lay the body on the street, performing CPR as best he knew, willing her to live. The rythmic moving of her chest stopped... she was dead. He smashed his fist into the ground splitting the skin of his knuckles, the blood mingling with tears. Buildings don't just erupt into flames... this was no accident, she was murdered.

[Auron]

Auron was sitting in view of the apartment that still roared on in flames. Satisfactorily he sat and watched the conflagration that was devouring the people inside. Lazily he stretched, and propped his head up on his hand on the back of the bench.
'Ah..there he is. There's my boy.' Auron thought to himself as he watched Pete enter the building with the lycaneous speed. He glanced casually down at his watch, 'Wow, timing is a little slow. I figured he'd be quicker than that. Too bad the woman had already asphyxiated to death by the time he got to her.' He fed happily on Pete's rage, drinking in every little raised hair and angry slam of his fist onto the pavement. It was time to make himself known; he'd decided.
Auron slid off the bench, and with grace and moved over to a large tree closer to the edge of the park. A metal gate surrounded the cloudy area, darkened by the massive trees that populated the ground, the thin black bars rose eight feet high and pointed decoratively towards the heavens. As a symbol of loathing, Auron looked up and shot a bird into the clouds, 'Take that you pompous b*stard. I win.' Cockily he waited, knowing Pete wouldn't recognize him, he'd have him right where he wanted him. This was a very stubborn and strong lycan, he had to be careful and mind not to give away his true identity too soon, it would certainly mean his death.. or whatever sense that Pete could manage to give him.

[Pete]

He ran from the grizzly scene, his skin tingling from the heat of the fire. I was too late... too late to save her... He watched from the distance, looking down from the roof of a near by chapel, his dark sillouette barely visible against the horizon. The streets had been clear, and the authorities arrived after they recieved an anonymous phone call. The EMTs checked the body for a pulse, but they would not find one, while the firefighters rigged up the hose to a fire hydrant. The flames roared with a mind of their own, licking at other buildings, consuming everything in their path. He touched down gracefully behind the church, brushing the soot and dirt from his tattered clothing. It was times such as these that God was the only one to comfort you. He stepped through the large wooden doors into the great chapel. The stone alter stood at the head of the room, below a large open skylight, illuminating a wooden cross. Both the cross and the podium where the paster stood to recite his sermoin were adorned with purple cloth. Pete walked between the two rows of pews, selecting a seat on the right hand side, the light from the stained glass window shining down upon him. The chapel was erily empty, not a soul in the room, spare Pete. He bowed his head, folding his hands in prayer. Why was this allowed to happen? He was interrupted as he heard the echoing footsteps, barging through the chapel doors, heading towards him. The intruded smelled of pure evil, of rage and hatred. Auron... I thought we killed your sorry *ss already... I'm assuming the fire was your work... and that you aren't here for a chat. I smell a rematch, and I'm more than happy to oblidge. Scum like you shouldn't be allowed to walk this earth, it's nice to know I'll have the pleasure of removing you from existance.

[Auron]

Auron walked behind Pete slowly down the sidewalk preceeding to the church. The cathedral thrust its self into the heavens from the street below with its delicate yet strong masculine structure. The stainglass windows darkly reflected the faces of saints and other charitable members of the Christ era. With the same audacity as he disrespected God earlier, he cursed the saints and praised the Dark Lord upon entering the frivolous "safe house," god he hated christians. The metal of his steel toed boots and the chains of his pants clanked in a metallic cacophany as he stepped into the sanctuary of the church.
Pete sat with his hands folded in prayer, Auron rested on the pew, leaning back so casually as he had leant on the tree in the park. Today was practically a walk in the park for him, and now with the death or injury of Pete, it'd get even better. Pete came into his head, announcing he knew his presence. Auron mockingly replied aloud, "Aw, that took all the fun out of it, how'd you know?" He took the long silver chain off that connected his wallet to his jeans and wrapped it around his knuckles, without Pete seeing. Auron walked over infront of him and did a masculine model turn with a smile on his face, he added, "Don't you like it? I think it'll better allure Namir, it seems like she likes blondes now." He ran the fingers that were unchained through his voluminous golden locks that now glowed in the reflected sunlight that spilled through the stainglass windows. Auron wanted to pick a fight, so he used his secret weapon, the power of suggestion and the ability to feed painful demonstrations into victim's minds, he knew just where to hit and hurt Pete. The image was in this very cathedral, up at the front on the stone altar Namir and Arai were tied together, their hands bound to the top of the altar and their feet tied to the bottom, their naked bodies bowed back flinching away from Auron. Like a vampiric fetish Auron began to bite Arai and drink her blood, Arai white from blood loss, and carved into Namir's chest -who now appeared lifeless- was latin that stood for devil's martyr. Arai's screams now filled Pete's mind and the hard sucking sound as Auron sucked the blood straight from the vein and the puncture marks on her body, then he undressed. Auron began hissing latin to Arai, seducing her, then he thrust himself upon her savagely, and raped her.

[Pete]

And apparently you seem to like picking fights you can't hope to win. He looked at the new Auron with disgust, spitting at his feet. If you even think about seeing Namir again, I swear, you'll pay dearly. You see, you'll never get her back, not as long as Jarrod and I have breath in our lungs. I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and beyond. Blind rage filled his eyes as he took a step towards the demon, reaching into his pockets, wrapping his hands around the brass knuckles that resided there. They lacked the finese of his razor sharp claws, but instead snap bones like twigs.

He stopped dead in his tracks as the visions entered his mind. Up at the front on the stone altar Namir and Arai were tied together, their hands bound to the top of the altar and their feet tied to the bottom, their naked bodies bowed back flinching away from Auron. Like a vampiric fetish Auron began to bite Arai and drink her blood, Arai white from blood loss, and carved into Namir's chest -who now appeared lifeless- was latin that stood for devil's martyr. Arai's screams now filled Pete's mind and the hard sucking sound as Auron sucked the blood straight from the vein and the puncture marks on her body, then he undressed. Auron began hissing latin to Arai, seducing her, then he thrust himself upon her savagely, and raped her.

Something inside him snapped, loathing and fury eminating from every pore if his being. Gone was the coolheaded boy... the beast had awakened. "When I'm done with you, you're gonna beg for death!" He screamed, his pupils dilating. With no warning he appeared at the demon's side, smashing his forearm into Auron's ribcage, sweeping his right leg into the backs of his knees, toppling him to the ground.

[Auron]

Auron was on the ground, and he let out a maniacal low gruff laugh. Pete was fueling the fire just by his fury, he had seen it get to him. "Of course I can win, you have only one life, Peter. I have many, I can inhabit anyone else's I'll never truly die."
Auron ripped a blade from his pocket made of silver and slashed at his thigh. Then he rose to his feet and punched Pete in the jaw with his wrapped knuckles. Hoping the silver seared and blistered the flesh of the lycan.
"I think it is you, dear Peter that will wish to be dead," he added demeaningly. "Then after I've taken care of you, I'll move on to Jarrod, I'm going to tear him limb from limb, slowly, making sure he feels every ounce of pain I can inflict for touching MY Namir. Filthy scoundrel, he will pay for every touch and caress he's given that little wh*re."

[Pete]

He went too far. Pete was beyond rage, beyond hate, he would not be stopped. The silver knife sliced through his jeans into his flesh, the metal burning his skin. He didn't have enough time to react as Auron's fist collided into his jaw, sending him reeling backwords. He spat out a mouthful of blood, an evil grin on his face. "I only need one life, you're too weak to kill me!" The roar shook the very foundations of the building, his eyes changing from blue to gold, his face becoming more and more wolf-like, the gleaming fangs already visible. "This is the end for you, Auron." His voice trailing off as the nearly twelve foot lycan dissapeared in a blur, re-appearing behind Auron with his hands wrapped around the man's ankles. He heaved him into the air, slamming Auron into the stone wall, crumbling it like cardboard. No human could have gotten up from the crushing blow, but he wasn't fininshed. Even before the body hit the ground he was there, his claws impaling Auron's limp body, Pete's eyes full of blind rage, staring into the eyes opposite him as they glazed over.
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The Pastor walked down sidewalk towards the chapel, as he did every saturday. He liked to rehearse his sermon before every sunday mass. This time was no different than any other. He cracked his knuckles and opened the large wooden door. There was blood everywhere. The blonde boy stood by the wall next to the mangled remains of what he guessed was once a human. The boy stood completely naked, panting, his hands and mouth crimson with blood. His heart stopped as the boy looked over at him. He felt pain erupt from the top of his head, and then darkness.

[Auron]

Auron had underestimated the lycan, he was much more powerful than he seemed. It was such a surprise when Pete finally snapped Auron had little time to react. When the blows filtered through his body from the angry white wolf, he smiled a wicked smile to himself as his new body was killed off. Auron, as always, had another trick up his sleeve. The young wolf was filled with lusious passionate hate that he could feed upon, and the sadistic pleasure of the pain that he inflicted on him was delightful. The demon lay there, moaning against the wall, to what seemed to Pete as pain, but what was in fact pleasure. Pleased as his eyes glazed over and his head drooped down, Auron lept from his body.

A small little black, emaciated demon appeared on the floor of the cathedral. Now he was strong enough to be able to stand outside of his host body for a short period of time without dying. There was no one else around besides the young lycan, and a sick smile twisted onto its face, little pointed carnivorous teeth poking out in the toothy grin. The demon scurried up Pete's leg digging its poisonous black nails into the soft flesh of his leg. Once as Auron got up to his chest level he dove through the chest cavity with ease, like he was dipping into a pool. Now, Auron was in control of Pete. He jumped with glee, his plan was working, he soon would have Namir. But firs things first, he needed to eat.

Then the pastor burst in during the middle of his feeding on his old body. He'd have to get rid of him, he grabbed a big metal crucifix that rested on the wall, and ironically beat him over the head until he lay dead on the floor. Auron searched his pockets and found a cell phone in the priests robes. He called the airport and politely ordered a ticket to Buenos Aires, Argentina. He had to stop in on an old friend.. he found out where they were staying through Pete's memories, oh the fun they would soon have.