|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 19:02:55 GMT -5
"Why?" He asked incredulously. It was reasonable to assume that if someone said a person slept in a coffin, that they would know that vampires were being talked about.
"I'll show you why."
He'd had enough, and was getting annoyed. And when he got annoyed, he wasn't always the most rational of men. Especially when he was cranky from being woken up in the middle of the day.
The lid of the coffin flipped off, and the vampire lord stood in all his 6'4", vampiric glory.
"Sufficient?" He rumbled.
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 19:12:30 GMT -5
Yager patiently looked the man in the eye.
"Standing up isn't the same thing as an explanation," he stated calmly, not the least bit intimidated.
The vampire hunter wasn't often intimidated, which might seem strange to some, since he was eye-to-eye with creatures who could kill him with ease on a fairly regular basis. The trick was that in Yager's mind, it was always the other who was in danger.
So, there the hunter stood, at about equal height to the count, rather dirty and dripping something possibly toxic onto the floor... and smiled.
"I'm Yager, by the way."
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 19:36:46 GMT -5
"Curse your thick skull!" He cried, baring his fangs.
"Can't you tell what I am?"
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 19:42:45 GMT -5
"Impolite, that's what you are," Yager said coldly, crossing his arms and glaring.
Well, he thought he was glaring... in truth he looked like an offended puppy. A rather dirty, offended puppy at that.
Meanwhile, he took in the other man. There was the hair... the cape... the pale skin... the fangs. Nothing special so far, he decided as his gaze traveled further south.
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 19:51:14 GMT -5
"Vampire!" He bellowed.
"Nosferatu, wampyr, vampire!"
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 19:55:52 GMT -5
"Oh, that... yes, I can tell from your pants."
Yager nodded, still not in the least bit scared.
"What do you expect me to do? I've spent the past... hours, I think chasing a rather rude one around the sewers. Not that you're faring much better in that department, I might add. I think I deserve a little time off-duty before I kill you, it's only reasonable."
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 20:05:17 GMT -5
Krolock rolled his eyes.
"Kindly see yourself out of this castle, while I am still not of a mind to tear you limb from limb."
At this point, he didn't care what the other man was, so long as he left.
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 20:11:54 GMT -5
"There's no way I'm going back into those sewers, that's for sure... bloody Hell, for creatures that have eternity you're all pretty damn impatient."
He pulled his coat free with a strange gulping noise and fished around in his inner pockets, then came up with a small flask that contained once-holy water. He opened the thing and tried to toss its contents at the vampire. It didn't work.
Yager frowned and held the thing upside-down... whatever had happened, whatever was inside it now oozed out rather slowly. He shrugged and tossed the container over his shoulder.
"Okay, I've already lost my stake, so this was plan B... give me a moment, there should be a cross in here somewhere."
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 20:24:13 GMT -5
Slowing wiping off the...what was this? water?...from his vest, Krolock eyed Yager the way one would eye a strange bug.
"I didn't say go through the sewers. There are stairs out of this basement. Follow them up."
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 20:30:03 GMT -5
"Well, I can hardly just leave, can I? I'm a vampire hunter, when someone shouts at you that they're a vampire in several languages, you don't go away."
Yager made a triumphant noise when his fingers found the cross, but when he pulled it free from the gooey confines of his pocket it turned out to have gone rather lopsided.
"Does this still work?" he asked, more curious than menacing, waving the thing vaguely in the vampire's direction.
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 20:40:48 GMT -5
He quirked a brow, his annoyance starting to melt at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"No, it doesn't." He said reasonably.
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 20:44:27 GMT -5
"Thought so... but still worth a try." Yager shrugged, then tossed the mangled cross aside as well.
He reached into another pocket and made a face.
"I have no clue what's in there... but I think it might repel and/or kill anything." He slowly pulled his hand free and watched almost fascinated as something that was both green and purple at the same time, with just a tinge of orange dripped from it.
"How'bout we leave that where it is, eh?"
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 20:53:39 GMT -5
Krolock blinked at...whatever it was Yager had produced.
"Er...yes. Probably best you leave it alone."
|
|
|
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 20:56:52 GMT -5
Yager nodded and shot the vampire an almost grateful look.
"You still haven't told me your name, by the way. I can hardly go around calling you 'vampire' for this entire encounter," he added in an effort to restore general manners into the conversation.
Meanwhile, he tried to dislodge himself from his coat, before whatever was in that pocket got hungry.
|
|
|
Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 9, 2009 21:08:11 GMT -5
Well, since this vampire hunter (who seemed about as effective as Professor Abronsius) was being rather harmless AND polite...
"Graf von Krolock." He said with a bow.
|
|