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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 17:28:49 GMT -5
The famous Buno's Bakery is more of a cafe than an actually bakery. Converted from a library, the building has 2 floors, one the ground floor and the other half a floor which overlooks the former. Lots of food here.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 0:08:48 GMT -5
Angela had been taking refuge in Bruno's Bakery for about a day or so. There was still some good food and clean water, it was spacious and most importantly there were no undead in the building. With the chained fences that were used to keep people from breaking in, it made the bakery that much more useful.
As of now, she'd been cleaning a wound she'd gotten from an infected dog, it was only a scratch and she'd had for a day and a half so she was sure she wasn't infected. She'd been sitting atop of the counter upstairs, wiping at the cuts on her shoulder with disinfectant and changed the bandages.
"Ow..ah...ouch..." she mumbled with the sting of antiseptic seeping into the wounds.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 0:22:31 GMT -5
The Death Dealer sat a top a building in Washington D.C, it had been weeks since he had reached North America. That means, Dragomir hadn't feed on a human in that same amount of time. His bloodlust was returning, and he gave into it. "Where is someone, all I see is infected. Their blood will not apease my hunger. I seek a living male or female to quell the hunger inside me" Dragomir slowly decended the stairwell and made it to the ground level. The zombies rushed him, one from the back and the other from the front. The Death Dealer grabbed three throwing knives and tossed them into the one coming from the front. He slowly unsheathed his combat knife and quickly whipped around. As he spun the blade quickly slid across it's neck.
The zombies tainted blood splattered on Dragomir's face as it fell. He had the urge to lick the blood off the blade but instead Dragmir slid it back into the sheath. Dragomir walked further down the street and looked at a small building. Inside he saw a small Female, sitting on a counter. Dragmir appoarched the storefront and to open the door. It was locked, he shook the door ."Hello my frawline. I have a question for you. Will you unlock the door? I must satisfy my hunger!" Dragomir said as he prepared to attack.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 0:32:08 GMT -5
When the man had came shaking at the door and requesting her to unlock it, Angela had nearly ran half way there to unlock it until he mentioned his hunger and that devilish look in his eyes had forced her to stop. She glared a little and her delicate features had failed to be intimidating.
"You psycho, go away! I'm not opening it now!" she yelled, backing up with a balled fist over her chest. She'd clumbsily reached for her gun that she'd acquired from a friend weeks ago before their separation. Dropping it onto the ground, it shot off a bullet at the walls beside the reinforced windows.
She quickly picked it up after a weak yelp and aimed it shakily at where he stood. "Now go away or, or, o-or I'll sh-shoot you!" she warned.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 0:42:52 GMT -5
"Oh, my sweet. I promise that it will be short and sweet." The Death Dealer said with a smile. He watched as she pulled out a gun and fired one round. Dragomir moved his left hand down and grabbed one of his throwing knives. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the blade and it was aimed for her weapon. After he tossed it, Dragomir stepped back and pulled out his Grim Reaper. He pulled the hammer back and shot the lock. It as the bullet hit the lock, it shattered and the chains fell to the floor. He slowly pushed the door open and his grin had widened. "Well looks like there is nothing between us my Sweet."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 0:49:52 GMT -5
Angela quickly reached for her gun that was knocked out of her hand, ignoring the fresh cut in her hand. She'd gripped the handle of it before hauling it back upstairs, quickly reaching for a couple of decorative barrells. They were a bit heavy and stalky but all she needed to do was throw them down the steps.
When she rolled them over to the edge, he was coming up said steps, so she gave them a good kick, sending three rolling on down.
"Except that and my sheer will to live!" she responded frantically before putting her weapon in the back of her belt before taking a few potshots at him, her aim was terrible, so she missed every damn shot.
Terrified, she booked it further into the bakery to hide until she could form a plan. From here on out, the upstairs was completely dark and she was cowering somewhere in the room, covering her mouth with both hands to keep from panting too hard where he'd find her.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 0:57:02 GMT -5
He followed the small female up the stairs as she kicked barrels down the stairs. He dodged the first and the second one hit him. He fell back down the stairs and smashed his head on the counter. Dragomir glanced over and saw he's throwing knife, it had her blood on it. Dragomir grabbed it and licked the blood of the tip. Her blood was the most devine taste he had ever tasted. He jumped to his feet and began to walk up the stairs. "Oh, your blood is devine. I want more of it." Dragomir sang.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 1:01:29 GMT -5
Angela could hear him tumble into something downstairs and there was a nice little silence before she heard him emerge upon the stairs, slowly and menacingly. He'd mentioned wanting more of her blood that her blood was devine, which sent chills down her spine. This was crazy, zombies and monsters, now vampires?!
Tears built up in her eyes as she crawled from one hiding spot into another crevice in the room, attempting to get closer to one of the two windows without being put into further danger. She'd carefully wrapped her bandana around her hand and sucked back a hiss.
That's when her foot had hit one of the tables and sent dishes clambering into the ground with loud crashes. Crawling faster, she leapt elsewhere. She was almost to the window!
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 1:15:29 GMT -5
Dragomir walked up the stairs and it seemed that the girl had disappeared. The Death Dealer was now ****ed, he began to walk down the stairs. There was a sudden crash that made Dragomir whip around. The girl was still in the room, she was going for the window. He rushed to the window and grabbed the girl by the leg. Dragomir pulled he down and gripped her by the neck. He looked her over and decided that she could do something better than quench his thirst. Dragomir loosened his grip around her throat and slowly sat her down. "Your in luck, I will not feed on you."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 1:21:24 GMT -5
Angela had been spotted and grabbed. She'd screamed out, scratching at the wooden floors when he'd finally pulled her up to his face level and tightly wrapped his fingers around her neck. She's choked and gagged, holding onto his hand to keep herself from hanging. Her face was swollen and red, eyes blurry with tears when he'd stared into her face before loosening her neck momentarily.
When he'd said he had plans for her, she'd wheezed and took in air. "W-What are you gonna do to me...? Please, I can't die, I gotta find my little brother, please..." she pleaded.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 13:30:46 GMT -5
"A little brother? Yum, sounds tasty. I'll help you find him as long as you help me in the end" The Death Dealer said. After he licked his lips. His attention was pulled from the small woman, he heard someone calling out below them. Dragomir placed his finger on her lips and made the hushing sound. Dragomir gracefully spun around and began to stroll down the stairs.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs the was two people, a medium sized black man and a small white child. The man eyed Dragomir for a brief second and began to mouth word. "Can you help us? We were getting chased by zombies and need a place to hide out." he said. Dragomir smiled and motioned for them to follow him, they nodded and began to follow. The Death Dealer slowed his pace to where he was walking next to his next victim. In one quick motion Dragomir cut the man's throat. The girl had enough time to scream before Dragomir was on top of her.
She thrashed back and fourth, trying to knock the Vampire off her. He was to strong, he grabbed one of his blades and slid it into her throat. Blood began to seep from the cut, he quickly placed his lips on her wound and began to suck. In the matter of minutes he was done. The Death Dealer walked up the stairs to speak to the girl again. He was still wiping blood from his face when he made it to the top of the steps. "Sorry about that. Now back to what we were talking about."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 15:34:59 GMT -5
Ange'a watched wide eyed, mouth agape. Needless to say she was terrified, so terrified that she couldn't even sccream, just watch and cover her mouth with both hands, tears trickling down her cheeks. When he was finished, he'd turned back to her, wanting to go back to their previous discussion.
"Why did you do that...? They-they wanted help...they thought you were going to help them..." she said meekly. Suddenly wondering if she was out of line, she knew she should hold her tongue but at this moment, she was upset and kenw this was wrong.
"You monster..." she said pitifully.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 15:57:51 GMT -5
Her words echoed throught his mind. You monster, it hit him in his vary core. Dragmir instantly became enraged. In one quick motion he grabbed his blade and placed it up agianst her throat. "How dare you call me a monster!? My mother called me that! I killed her that day." Dragomir said as he grinded his teeth. It was a complete lie but it was the only thing that he could muster up. Dragomir held the blade there for several moments and then relaxed. He placed the blade back into it's sheath. His rage had subsided at this point. " When I was young after my mother and fathers deaths, I was forced to live of blood and rats. I soon grew a hunger for blood and couldn't stop. I am not a monster. This blood thirst is like a poison or a diaese."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 16:04:16 GMT -5
When he grabbed her again and pushed the blade of his knife up against her throat, Angela had supressed her tears and merely narrowed her eyes at him, her heart racing, her mind fearing the worst, but she held up a strong face. When he'd told her about his past, she'd suddenly felt a rush of empathy. She'd knitted her brows together and frowned.
When he released her, she could see the older man had looked almost in pain. Sighing, she reluctantly reached a hand out and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry, just...I've seen alot and it tears me up when I see innocent people die. So brutally...and one of them was a little girl, can you really expect me to take that so passively?" she asked, her voice cracking and still filled to the brim with fear of him.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 16:11:25 GMT -5
Dragomir some what felt remorse for brutally killing the two. He looked deep into her eyes and seen the fear that she had. He could tell that she feared him because it was the same look of the first person that he drank. Dragomir bowed and placed his left arm behind his back. "The name is Dragomir Valentine. and what is yours my sweet?"
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