cross and a girl named blessed - - - AXEL

[anadette ameile glavis .]

Detta had never realized how truly cold a world could be. Years after the attack, that had left her family either dead or displaced, still haunted her. The thought of being the only Glavis left was a very lonely feeling. Her family had ruled as hunters for centuries, and now their legacy was left in ruins. Detta could still remember very clearly the excitement and pride that had radiated from her father every time he spoke of their families courageous fights against the unholy undead. Her family for the most part was vampire killers, and had become very skilled, agile, and clean about their kills over the last couple of decades. Though her uncle and his clan had been more into killing werewolves, as a whole the Glavis’ were far more hated by those with fangs. Now with her family destroyed Detta moved about the streets in a paranoid and often agitated state. Which at times made her laugh, because honestly a young adult female was hardly a threat to the undead right? They probably viewed her as weak, and vulnerable, not worth wasting their time on. However, Detta was anything but. She was dangerous, armed, and in a very revengeful mood. The slinky red head would never forget the faces of the monsters that raided her home. Their eyes, and fangs forever burned into her mind. Detta knew it was in her best interest to leave the undead alone, but part of her felt the need to seek revenge for her family.

Family came first. That was one thing that every Glavis was taught. You never left a family member behind, and you never chose someone over them. Detta was indebted to her family for life, and now there was only one thing left to do, avenge them. However, unlike her more barbaric brothers, Detta thought that killing innocent vampires was a waste of not only her time, but her energy. Fighting and killing a vampire was a very dangerous sport, something not to be taken lightly. Detta was alone, and risking her neck over vampires who had not drained the blood of her family was reckless. She had to do her best not to endanger herself by killing something that would not bring her any satisfaction. No she was after a particular three, and she was determined to find them. Detta shook the thoughts of the past as she walked through the cool, rain filled night air. She continued to walk along the cold wet streets before coming across a pub. She wasn’t much for drinking that was a man’s game. But some warmth and good cheer might be what she needed on this cold eve. Detta let a small smirk cross her lips before heading inside. Once inside she was greeted by curious eyes. Their curiosity led her to believe that these humble folk hadn’t laid eyes on a hunter before. She looked nothing like them, almost as if she had walked out of a different decade. Detta didn’t mind their looks, she was secure with her ability to defend herself, and held no fear for the strangers who were becoming more and more interested in her.

Her attire was anything but simple, it was useful. A pair of dark black skinny jeans stuck to her fit frame, a silver infused threaded belt held them snugly at her hips. A silver threaded belt was a great tool, especially if you could get it around the neck of a vampire and choke the life out of them. Not to mention it kept the undead off her hips, which was always a plus. Black boots adorned her feet, and the tops of them caressed her knees. These protected her calves from debris, as well as hid a thin stake within each one. Moving up to her torso, she was covered in a tight green and black vest, with a leather jacket coving her arms. Underneath the jacket was hidden two small silver knuckles with switch blades attached. As your eyes continue their way up her body, you would find yourself looking at a pair of sultry red lips, and fierce hazel eyes. Her mascara and eyeliner running from the night walk in the rain, and her hair a tasseled mess of what used to be red curls. But by far the most intriguing thing about her was her pale skin, and how she moved the slinky, fit body of hers. Detta made her way through the pub, her eyes doing their best to mind her own business. But unfortunately they landed on the one person she would later regret ever making eye contact with. It was almost as if she couldn’t help herself, something about her forced her enchanting hazel eyes to hesitate and lock. She didn’t like the erie feeling that soon followed, nor did she care for how his dark eyes made the hair on the back of her neck prick. Mad for making contact, a disgusted look over took her features, before she clearly forced her eyes off of him, and moved on.

Detta had never felt that type of entrancement before, and quietly frankly, it scared her. Although she had grown up a Glavis, she had never really come into contact with the charms of vampires. She had never been allowed to move along the streets with her brothers, mostly because her father felt it was incredibly unsafe. He had taught her from a young age that the most dangerous vampires were those that could charm you with their eyes, lure you in without saying a word, and before you knew it, it was too late to fight, let alone escape. Detta found a seat at the back of the pub, and sat down. A puzzled and frustrated look on her face to why she had allowed herself to stare at that stranger for so long, what had her body responded to him like it had. She growled quietly before the bar keep came over and asked her if she would like anything. Detta pleasantly declined, and went back to her brooding. Detta wasn’t a drinker; she had never been allowed to be. Alcohol was for the weak willed woman, her mother used to tell her. Was she weak? No. Therefore no beverage that impeded her judgment would ever hit her lips.

Detta leaned back against the wooden bench, her hazel eyes looking up at the ceiling for a moment. A honestly foolish move, mostly because it exposed her perfectly pale neck to the entire bar. Though once she caught herself, she grunted and quickly looked down at the table before her. Detta began to trace shapes in the wood grain out of boredom, her eyes only looking up with a shadow was casted over her.

[AXEL VIKTOR WOLFF .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]stalking the woods had grown boring over the years, what kind of fun was it to do the same thing over and over again? sure, axel enjoyed the feeling he got when he knew that he was making someone paranoid. too many times to count he would walk through black wood forest, in search of stupid humans that decided to think they were rebels and trek into the darkness. it was the perfect place to find a sustainable source of food. he would be able to stay in the shadows and sneak up on his prey easily, being completely concealed by bushes and trees. though, as much as axel enjoyed the woods, he knew that there was one thing that he knew he always needed to deal with and that was competition. he didn't mind fighting for food against his fellow vampires, but having to go up against those mangy mutts was a whole different thing all together. he hated knowing that there was more than likely a wolf around every corner that was going after the same prey that he was. oh and the smell, he couldn't handle it. how did those things always stink of something fowl? of course, the woods wasn't the only way he found his food source; lately he ha found a way to get his supply without anyone really thinking twice. owning a strip club definitely had it's advantages, especially when it came down needing food. lately he had been trying to hire mostly human girls, especially ones that had come to lillehammer to just 'get away from it all and do what they wanted'. of course, that meant that their family was some place else and his murders could be very easily kept tucked away and clean. sometimes hings didn't go according to plan; sometimes he would find someone for prey but then realize that their family was actually here with them on vacation. then it was back to the drawing board. the older vampire was extremely careful about who he killed, not wanting to draw attention to himself from both humans and the patrolling angels, especially Jeremiah. He couldn't explain just how irritating that angel could be, always randomly stopping by the club to 'check up on it'. they had actually fought hand-to-hand quite a bit back in the day, but now that the world was so populated and all of the killing machines seemed to be mechanical, they stayed out of each other's way, for the most part. obviously axel would kill the angel, if he had the chance, thee just never was one, unless he wanted to give away his identity to the humans, which was a big 'no-no'. switching from the forest and his club, lately axel had been stalking the bars and clubs, managing to find very intoxicating, very willing human women of whom he could simply take home and feed on there. of course, it was also nice because then he could take the girl home to one of his wives and the two of them could share a meal together. that occasion wasn't often, seeing as all three of his wives very much enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and would have much preferred to have caught their dinner, most of the time, anyways. he was very lucky man, axel. what with three beautiful wives, eternal life and let's not forget wealth, he could feel like he could pretty much rule the world. Though, he always knew that there could always be a vampire that was stronger than him, even if he didn't like to admit it. for example, colby could probably easily beat him in a fight, sure axel was older, but colby had a sin, which gave him much more strength than axel could ever have. tonight was just like any other night, his bloodlust flared up and he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep it at bay. walking into the princeton pub, he walked up to the counter and ordered a beer, knowing that it wouldn't have all that much effect on him, but he needed to keep up appearances and, plus, he liked the taste of it. when the bartender slid him the bottle, axel tipped him and took a swig of his beer, scouting the area for any source of food. it didn't look to be a promising night, when he noticed a young, very attractive woman walk into the bar, soaked from head to toe form the rain. he kept his eyes on her and a smirked when she had made eye contact with him. her eyes were magnificent. when she seemed to literally pull her gaze away from him, axel gave out a soft chuckle and took another swig of his beer. humans. so weak. Pushing himself off the bar, he walked over to where she had sat down, is curiosity peaking. as he drew closer and closer to her, he could finally take in her features fully and something came over him. it happened three times before and it was happening again, he wanted this one for his own. stopping in front of her, his gaze dropped to look at her before he spoke, "You look like someone who could use a drink..." he stated, calmly before f;ashing her a genuine smile. [/style]

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EIGHT WIGHT TWO WORDS FOR DETTA/ ALICE .

okay, now it's done.

[anadette ameile glavis .]

Detta could hear footsteps coming towards her long before he actually came into contact with her. She had to admit that every hair on the back of her neck was on edge, and something deep inside her told her she needed to get the hell out of the pub. But honestly Detta was tired of running, she had been alone, and running for years. She was tired of looking over her shoulder, she was tired of knowing what she knew, and most of all she hated killing. The little hunter was exhausted, tired of following her gut instead of her heart. Her mind was incredibly sharp, but her soul, hollow. Beautiful in the most tragic way, her inner strength undeniable, her mind unmodable, and her determination unconquered. Detta was a challenge in every since of the word, and this man who had sauntered over into her presence, was going to get the brunt of her defiance. Detta allowed her gorgeous eyes to look up at him once more, the intensity of them only increased by her unnaturally long eye lashes and dark make up. Her intelligent bright eyes scanned him over, before giving him a rather annoyed look and going back to skimming the pub once more. "Drinks are for those who want an excuse to be reckless, and immoral. " the words practically fell from her pale lips without effort. Almost as if that exact sentence had been drilled into her for years.

"That's what my mother always said anyway." she said with a small laugh, her eyes meeting his once more. A smile creeping over her lips, only causing her to become more beautiful than before. "But you know what?" she said with a devious grin. "Fuck her." Detta said with a snicker. "Sit?" she said, though her words more of a command than a question. Detta may have been willingly to through her gut feeling, and all caution she had been taught out the door, but she would be damned if she gave him any leverage in this situation. She knew better than to get too close to the undead and then give them the upper hand was just foolish. Once he had taken her suggestion she got to her feet once more, her slender body leaving the table and walking over to the bar. Detta knew that it wasn't likely that any of the undead that might be wondering about would attack her in the pub, so she decided to give the man a little faith and turned her back to him, The Russian girl paid no attention to the fact that she was somewhat seductively leaning over the bar, her jacket riding up just enough so that her lower back could be seen.

Unlike most people in the bar who were sipping on drinks, she simply ordered an entire bottle of vodka, a drink she had been introduced to at a very young age. She pulled out enough cash from her jacket to pay the keep, and gave him a tip on top of it. Detta grabbed the two shot glasses he had provided her and the bottle, before sauntering back over to where she had left the nameless man. "If we are going to drink, we need to do it the right way." she said with a smirk. "The Russian way." she purred out. Detta was being far more friendly than she usually was, but to be honest sitting in the pub alone, scared and on edge only made her feel all the more alone. Detta's family was gone, their heritage and what they stood for soon would be as well. Pretending that things would ever be made right, or go back to the way they had been was foolish thinking. It was time Detta started a new life, her own life. She would remain a hunter by trade of course, but the vendetta needed to end. The Russian woman would never find those responsible for the deaths of her family members, and it was about time to squashed the feelings of revenge.

"By the way my name is Detta Glavis, yours?" she said sitting back down at the table. While she waited for him to speak she began pouring shots. Detta knew she might regret what she was doing in the morning, when her mind would be jumbled with the events past. Detta knew that this sudden change in behavior may not last, but for now, she was free... and she loved it.