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Stark didn’t bother asking who it was that had called he could see it in Dex’s face that it was his father. It was the one thing Dex did not talk about and the one thing that made his very dark brown eyes look almost sad. The vampire watched as Dex moved to sit in front of him. Usually this sort of thing was done in private but from the last time that Stark had drank from Dex it had led to some rather odd things that both had swept under the rug.
Stark pulled Dex’s arm up to his mouth and opened his lips before piercing his wrist with the sharp pointed incisors. He closed his eyes as he felt the blood pool into his mouth and he began to swallow. He would only take enough to last him a couple of days and the process would happen all over again. Once he had enough he pulled back and pressed his thumb into the pointed tooth, making himself bleed and rubbing it over the wounds so they would instantly heal.
He felt so much better and looked up at Dex “Any other activity that we need to made aware of. Since you decided to go it alone on something that could have killed you?”
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Stark grunted and rolled his eyes. He hated it when Dex called him that. He was not a teenage girl and he would never go about slaying demons in high heels. Stark now remembered why Dex got under his cold pale skin. He watched closely at Aura patching Dex up at least there was someone there that made sure the moron didn’t keel over and die. After all where would they be without him?
Stark’s pale blue eyes scanned over the muscular body still seeing smears of blood. It must have come close to feeding time because Stark was starting to feel that rumble in his stomach that told him that it wasn’t too long until he would need that replenishment. Once Aura had done tending to the injuries, Stark reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and tossed it onto the desk. Someone had called earlier and left a message. Stark had no idea who it was all he knew was that it woke him up and that agitated him.
“Do not even ask because I do not know. All they had said was they were looking for you” Stark said as his eyes kept going back to the smears of blood that tainted Dex’s flesh.
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Stark had entered the room and immediately saw that Dex was shirtless and severally injured. He sighed and pulled the glasses off from the bridge of his nose and proceeded to clean them with the pale peach colored business shirt that he had worn. He had been asleep most of the day, as vampires did and didn’t even hear Dex until Aura had arrived to tend to his wounds. He lightly touched the female on the head and since he always respectful to women he greeted them in a nice way. “Good to see you Aura” he said politely in his thick English accent. He looked at Dex and shook his head at him. Why the man persisted to sit in the blasted chair smoking even on the verge of death was any wonder to him.
Stark pulled up a chair and sat across from Dex simply to breath in the scent of fresh blood. It was wonderful, truly wonderful. He had never drank from a human without permission and he had never killed one either. He slayed vampires like that, those that were wild and unforgiving with clearly no manners or respect for the living. Even though he took a disliking towards Dex when they first met Stark had to admit if it wasn’t for the man he would probably be nothing more then a pile of ashes and the man did also offer up his own blood so that Stark could continue to exist so he couldn’t hate the guy but he could pretend that he did.
Stark looked at the angels feather on the desk and felt a pang of guilt. Dex had taken on something or someone that had taken a feather from an angels wing. No wonder he was so torn up, that was one of the hardest things anyone could do and it was any wonder how Dex survived at all.
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Name: Stark Bradshaw
Age: 27 (Human years) 180 (Vampire years)
Gender: MaleRace: Vampire
Abilities/skills/strengths: Shape shifter, high speed, super strength, can see people’s pasts when he touches them, slaying of other vampires/demons
Appearance: Stark Bradshaw is six foot tall with short blonde hair and very light blue eyes that often change to red when there is a full moon. He wears glasses out of habit from his human life but doesn’t actually need them to see. He is rather lanky and slender and never wears anything other then slacks and some kind of business shirt usually with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Personality: Stark is a gentlemanly type. He is serious and somewhat uptight. He is polite when in comes to females but often is rude towards other males. He likes to read a lot so he has knowledge on pretty much everything supernatural or metaphysical. Stark is a brave individual who continues to fight even if he is close to death. He hates vampire books and movies because they have it all wrong and he finds it all very cliched and monotonous.
Habits: Corrects people all the time
Background: Stark Bradshaw was bitten and turned in 1835 in London, England. When he came around and realized what he was he had refused to become the vampire that had turned him. He was left to go through the pain and he he had to teach himself about what he was. Twenty years later Stark had decided that he would start taking out the vampires that he hated, like his master. Eventually he had heard news of Dex Vixen and even though Stark didn’t particularly like the man he found solace in the business that he had ran.
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He laughed. He found it funny Ares embarrassed so easily. He waved as he started to walk off to try and find his room “Don’t forget to wear protection!!” he joked loudly! as he walked away. He liked to annoy Ares a lot and it was going to be fun now they went to the same school.
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“You have a friend??” He asked he was kind of surprised that Ares was able to make friends the last he knew he was a loner. He could see that whoever Ares was looking for must have been imporatant. He laughed and whispered into Ares ear “Is is a LOVER?”
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Slayer was roaming the foyers. He had just left his first class of the day and was looking for someone to tell him where he would find the dorms so that he could get settled in. He looked at the paper in his hand but the map was useless to him. He scrunched it up and put it in his pocket. He was minding his own business when he noticed a guy standing at a window with long silver colored hair and tattoos on his arms, when he saw him he smiled and walked up to him “Look what the cat dragged in. What are you doing? stalking the dead?”
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Name- Slayer Silve
Appearance- Short black hair, thin build, brown eyes, pale skin. Has a pentagram tattoo on his hand. Five foot six
Age- 17
Grade-12
Gift/talent- Can take on the form of a cat, high speed, super strength
Backstory- Slayer was born a Bajang. A vampiric demon that is able to take on the form of a cat. His mother is human and his father a hierarchy Bajang. He lives in the human world as his mother but since he kept getting kicked out of school he was sent to the school of the gifted and talented.
Goal- Not to get kicked out of school
Good/evil- Depending on the circumstance
Subject you study- Advanced chemistry, physical education
Live in the school- Yes -
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