Immortal Infant.(private for Jacob kojitsu Mcnight)
 

Jessica sat in her penthouse tired and annoyed that she had nothing to do. When you had been alive as long as she had things got tiring. The one thing that never seemed to bore her however was making more slaves or more specifically her sires. They actually had a bit of free will,rather than thralls, ugh don't get her started. In this dangerous world she was living that was important to have a good Sire and warrior with whom she could protect herself. With her last sire lying in a pile of ashes, The idiot tried to defy her and ended up stuck outside for the day thus bursting into flames and turning to ash. She had never enjoyed the presence of another female. The boys were always so much more fun to tease. With the sun setting in the background it would soon be optimal time to look for some warrior whom she could take in and make her new Sire. With this thought she set out on her hunt through New York city.

In that urban jungle, amongst the scum and malcontents..a man, a man, in his late twenties as fighting. Single handedly, and with nothing but his fists, and a walking stick, the man was fighting a war against the gang that controlled his area of the city.

And if the sight of ten gangsters with knives getting felled by a stick to the head was a hint, the war was one sided.
Though to be fair, the seeming victor looked very much the part of one whom enjoyed a fight. Scarification Tattoos of tribal patterns were all over his back and arms, and on his chest, in ornate, blood red lettering was a single phrase. "Thou. Shalt. Kill." A seeming creed of the street warrior, carved into his very flesh as testament to his dedication to the creed behind the words.


One might ask, Whom was this man? This engine of destruction? Well. If one asked the locals, they'd pull out an old poster. An advert for an underground wrestling circuit from two years past. The main fight, between "bill" the buffalo bruiser, and a local favorite, miller the killer. As the story goes, the gangs had bet against miller, and threatened him to through the Match. But, not willing to betray his hometown, miller refused. He won, only for the gang later attack the gym where he trained, killing all inside. From then on, the vendetta against the east side gangs never left the killer's thoughts.

"Oooh he looks fun" She said watching the man take on a group of 20 or so men single handedly. Jessica watched him with interest. He seemed to be enjoying the fight and the blood red lettering on his chest made him even more fun to look. He was a good fighter, but he was cocky. Just as he went to punch another someone came up behind him with a pipe. She had decided that this was her sire, whether he liked it or not, and no one hurt one of her sires.

With this in mind she took hold of a small pebble and flicked it towards the man behind miller. It made contact with his temple and he collapsed she wouldn't do much but she could certainly provide a bit of backup. When miller turned around half of the group would be mysteriously dispatched and a woman looking about 20 would be standing over there non-moving bodies. "Hi there. Do I have an offer for you." She stated happily with a smile.

Miller glowered at the one who interrupted his fight. "Not to be rude, but I'm busy. There's a lot of gangbanger assholes to kill, and not a lot of time before some idiot calls the cops. Last thing I need is propositions." He grunted, taking the opportunity to stomp the head of one that was trying to crawl off as he spoke into the pavement.

"Well how about we kill these no good pieces of shit and then we talk about it?" She said taking kicking one of the gangbangers in the head snapping his neck instantly. "Would you be okay with that?" She continued to keep her smile making sure to never let her teeth show. People for some reason seemed to freak out when the fangs showed through.

"Heh. Now that's a line of thinking. Hear that, shitstains? The girl wants your worthless asses dead too. I'd tell you to run, but then I'd just have moving targets." Miller stated! Smiling darkly before getting back to the slaughter.

"I wouldn't say I want them dead so much as I want to talk to you. These unfortunate assholes however do seem to get in the way of that. So I'm going to have to kill you all now." With this Jessica's countenance turned darker just like Miller's "Nothing personal." Jess broke into a blood lust practically flying, barely touching the floor. To Miller it would seem that she was flying of course he would think this impossible. She chased down some of the remaining gang members who had run. Leaving the others to Miller. They would all be found with small indents in there necks and their throats slit perfectly.

Miller payed more attention to the fight than what she was doing. For him, the end of his foes was more pressing than any other diversion.

Jess sat down in the alley waiting for him to finish up his last couple. "Are you done yet?" She asked curiously. "I'm bored and we still need to talk."

"Fine, say your piece." Miller muttered, leaning on a light pole.