This Is A Bad Day (open)

[Alex Jones Smith]

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Alex pressed his fingers to his temples and sighed heavily. Everything was giving him a raging headache and causing the blood to roar in his ears. He glanced to the darkened sky and narrowed his eyes, trying to see past the stars that were exploding in front of his visions. Anyone would think that he was going mad from the mood he had been in today. After waking up with his headache he had been snapping at every vampire that crossed his path left, right and centre. He slumped against the wall and tried to concentrate.

He let his head fall down until his chin rested on his chest and tried to block out the world to cure him of his headache. After several minutes of sitting in the same position and slowly feeling the cold numb his butt and part of his lower back which was leaning against the wall, his headache started to fade and he began to feel a bit better. He just needed a quiet minute, not to be stuck in some smelly old prison filled to the roof with vampires arguing over attack plans on the slayers and raging at other vampires for looking at them funny.

More than a day stuck in this place was designed to even turn the most calm man onto the edge of insanity.

Alex climbed to his feet and leaned against the wall, looking around the pockets of the knee length, black leather coat he was wearing. He found what he was looking for and pulled the phone from his pocket. He turned it on and started scrolling through a few of his messages when he heard a door open. He looked up to find the ever attractive Laz walking out of the building, a look of pure fury on his face and looking like Death himself warmed up. Alex raised an eyebrow and a smirk crawled onto his lips. He watched Laz for a few seconds before slipping the phone away and clearing his throat loudly.

“Something wrong?” he called.

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[Lazlo Stuart Drake]

This war had to end soon. It had to. He simply couldn’t handle this food shortage any longer.

Lazlo Drake was very used to getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. For the majority of the past five centuries, he’d been able to snap his fingers and demand anything from clothes to food to sex, and he’d receive it in seconds. But this war was ruining all that; it had been way too long since he’d last fed, and he was genuinely beginning to struggle with it. A lot of well trained vampires could last nearly a month without blood, but Lazlo struggled with a week.

The mirror that evening had already highlighted that fact. It had shown his fierce red eyes dimmed by hunger into a dark and deadly maroon (and had been consequently smashed because of it – he’d have to steal someone else’s soon to replace it, another thing to get annoyed about). His senses had heightened too, some kind of feral instinct, encouraging him to hunt by making it easier for him to find his prey. Except for the fact that the distant scent of a human in town would flare up a dangerous urge to hunt, and stopping it was getting harder and harder each day. It wasn’t like the good old days when he could wander into town and pick off any victim he liked. Oh no, the Slayers had put a stop to that.

The humans didn’t know much about the way vampires changed with hunger, but, to be fair, very few humans who’d met a hungry vampire had lived to tell the tale. It wasn’t only senses that were heightened with thirst, it was also speed and strength, along with morals that dropped so low that the vampire became almost as vicious as those disgusting werewolves, with nearly no control over their own actions. The Slayer scientists probably had something on it; they seemed to know bloody everything these days! Urgh, even the thought of them was winding him up now!

Fresh air, that’s what he needed. The cool outdoor air would wash this tension away in seconds. Maybe. Hopefully. Well, he didn’t have a better plan. He stood up and stalked out of the prison, ignoring the younger tenants who moved away from him as he walked past. Lazlo knew full well how intimidating he could be; he’d abused that ability more times than he could count, and if anyone tried to contact him today, they’d be on the receiving end of a very large dose of it.

The door banged open as he pushed it with much more force than was necessary. On a normal day he’d have been more cautious, trying not to attract attention from any nearby Slayers (or even fellow Supernaturals who may want to bug him). But no, today, if someone wanted to interrupt him, they could damn well face the consequences.

“Something wrong?” The sudden voice made him freeze, ears twitching to locate the voice. He hated being sneaked up on, though granted, he wasn’t being very observant today. His head swivelled in the direction of the voice, his pose fluidly changing from alert to imposing as his eyes fixed on Mr Alex Smith. Oh this was going to be interesting. Alex should already know the dangers of confronting Lazlo (yeah, that little smirk confirmed that fact), so he had better back off in the next five seconds or this bratty little vampire would be the one to satiate his thirst.

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[Alex Jones Smith]

(Yeah XD I just do it automatically xD)

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Alex raised both eyebrows as Laz looked his way. He could tell the effects of the blood shortage and being trapped in the same tiny place with a bunch of vampires was getting to the older vampire. It was getting to Alex as well but he had been through similar things before in the past when he had travelled and been in wastelands for more than a few weeks, surviving off what little blood he had. He knew what it was like to have your throat on fire, burning for the liquid it craved so badly. No water nor soda could sedate the burning, only fresh human blood could do that. Every vampire experienced a little blood shortage at least once in their life and it seems Laz was experiencing maybe his first or second blood shortage, Alex wasn’t able to tell.

Alex blinked and watched him, still leaning against the wall. ”The death glare doesn’t work on me, Laz,” he said. ”Feeling the effects of the blood shortage, are we?”

Alex raised an eyebrow at him and brushed his hair from his face slowly. ”We’ve all been through it, you’ll get through it,” he said, his voice soft. ”It’ll get worse before it gets better but we all get through it. Trust me.”

He glanced down at his nails before looking up to Laz again. I might have pissed him off, he thought as he watched the vampire glare at him. It wasn’t the first time he had annoyed another vampire here. He had made quite a name for himself within the walls of the old prison, always fighting and always causing fights between other vampires. He couldn’t help himself sometimes, it was like he was drawn to the nature of confrontation and violence. What sort of person was he if he thought like that?

Er, I dunno, a VAMPIRE, maybe! the voice in the back of his head growled in annoyance. Alex pushed it aside and kicked a pebble from the ground into his hand with the toe of his converse trainers.

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[Lazlo Stuart Drake]

The snarl that crossed Lazlo’s lips sounded more demonic than anything else, and caused several nearby animals to scurry further into the safety of the woods. How dare this little newborn try and give him advice? Had he never been taught to respect his elders? If Lazlo were still human his age would have been a touchy subject, as it was with most of that species, but as a vampire it was something that gave you authority. The longer you’d managed to survive in a world like this, the more respect you gained – or at least that was how it should be. Alex seemed to have missed that memo.

“There shouldn’t BE a blood shortage,” he practically spat at the younger vampire. “We shouldn’t BE in this situation. But, since we are, I’m going to have to deal with it aren’t I, so stop interfering with my methods! You’re practically offering yourself up as a sacrifice when you do that.”

[/color] That was fairly mild for Lazlo. Unusually mild; it wasn’t a good sign. It simply meant it wasn’t over yet,

Lazlo’s glare didn’t let up as he moved over to Alex, his gait strangely casual, more so than his furious exit from the prison mere moments before. The calm before the storm, as it were. “I suppose it’s almost sweet that you’re trying to offer me advice,”[/color] he said, stopping less than a metre in front of Alex with a small smirk on his lips. There was a pang of jealousy inside his chest as he saw Alex’s eyes were much brighter than his own. The younger generation had been through more hardship than the older, having to deal with shortages much more often, as more mature covens fought the newborns away from their prey. So yes, they were more adapted to situations like this, and Lazlo couldn’t help but long for that advantage in these tough times.

“Because, poor little old me has never faced any difficulty before,”[/color] he continued, a mock ‘damsel in distress’ expression crossing his features. “My life’s been a breeze, so I’ll definitely need the newborn’s help to get through these harsh times.”[/color] He skipped over the fact that Alex was no newborn. The fact he was the younger of the two made the insult legitimate in Lazlo’s opinion.

The act dropped in a split second, and Lazlo’s fierce expression was back, accompanied with a voice like pure venom. He stepped closer to Alex until their noses almost touched and hissed at Alex, “Listen, kid, I’ve not survived this long on looks alone, I’ve seen things you would never believe, and you dare patronise me with your petty little advice? Back the fuck off before I rip your pretty little neck open and sort this whole problem out right now. Mmkay sweety?”[/color][/color][/size][/blockquote]

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[Alex Jones Smith]

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Most vampires would have run for the hills as soon as the demonic sound passed Laz’s lips but after recovering from his headache Alex felt the need to be cocky and be himself like usual. He listened to Laz with intensity.

”There shouldn’t BE a blood shortage, we shouldn’t BE in this situations. But, sicne we are, I’m going to have to deal with it, aren’t I? So stop interfering with my methords! You’re practically offering yourself up as a sarcrifice when you do that.”

Alex had heard worse from him when he had walked past Laz mouthing off at other people in the prison. He smirked again and sighed. ”Well, there is a shortage and we have to deal with that,” he said, shrugging. ”This’ll happen more times than not but if you want to waltz around and slaughter anything that moves then go ahead.”

Alex watched as Lazlo came over to him, still glaring. He didn’t flinch or move away from the wall. People who usually tried to run from Lazlo usually ended up dead or mangled a little bit. Alex had seen one guy in the aftermath and had made a promise not to end up like him. Alex noticed the casual style in which Laz walked and narrowed his eyes.

”I suppose it’s almost sweet that you’re trying to offer me advice,” he said as he stopped in front of Alex. He saw the smirk and casually returned it to Laz. Alex blinked and watched him for a moment as he seemed to pause.

”Because, poor little old me has never faced any difficultly before,” he said. Alex recognised the sort of ‘damsel’ charm that Lazlo was trying to pull off. He chuckled lightly to himself and folded his arms across his broad chest. ”My life has been a breeze, so I’ll definatrely need the newborns help to get through these harsh times.”

Alex scowled. He was anything but a newborn. Everyone hear knew everyone’s age and Alex was one of the eldest here – not the top ten but close – and to be called a newborn was an insult within the vampire clan. He watched Laz warily and bit back a growl. He may have been younger than the other vampire but he was as far away from a newborn as he could be right now.

Alex watched the change of expression in Lazlo’s face but the fear didn’t come. Even when Laz stepped forwards and didn’t stop til the tips of their noses touched he didn’t flinch away or try to break the eye connection they had. He raised an eyebrow and continued to scowl.

”Listen kid, I’ve not survived this long on looks alone, I’ve seen things you would never believe, and you are patronise me with your petty little advice? Back the fuck off before I rip your pretty little neck open and sort this whole problem out right now. Mmkay, sweety?”

[/color][/i] His voice dripped his venom and Alex raised both eyebrows at him.

”Bit violent, don’t you think?” he said, the smirk returning. ”First things first, I am no newborn, trust me. Second, I wasn’t patronizing you, if you’d bothered to pull your head from your ass you would have realised that I was trying to help you since I know what it’s like to be on a blood shortage. Thirdly, if you flash that ass around in there then all the vampires – gay, straight or bisexual – really won’t mind if you take a bit from them.”[/b]

Alex looked him square in the eyes. ”And last thing, if you’re planning on trying to rip my throat open don’t expect me to lie on the ground and stick my neck out like a good little boy. Some people might be so easily taken down like that by you and why wouldn’t they be? But me, I’m different.”

His eyes glowed a little as he stared at Lazlo, he kept his arms folded over his chest and smirked once again. [/blockquote][/size]

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