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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 2, 2011 3:50:32 GMT -5
Dominic did not want to go outside, mainly because it was a sunny day and in his delusion sunny weather was not his friend. No, he knew that he would not burn up the moment he stepped into the sunlight but he did believe that his power was reduced by it. The guards almost had to lift the wannabe vampire and throw him out into the yard due to the struggle he was putting up and cries of protest which put on quite a scene for those around to observe it. Angrily the guards gave a mighty shove to the large patient who fell hard back against the ground with a grunt. Dominic shook his head as he shifted to sit up, his blue-green eyes glaring daggers at the men who dared to force him into the light “You all will pay for this, you hear? All of you! ...I'll gonna rip your damn throats out!†he screamed wrathfully at them as he rose swiftly from his fall, murder on his mind until he saw the sedative in their grasps. One thing he hated more then sunlight was medicine, plus he considered that they might have put holy water into it.
“Go on and enjoy the sunlight Count Dracula... it's good for ya! Go before we have to sedate you.†They suggested to the odd man who appeared to be reluctantly moving on. He had already memorized their names, plotting their painful demises in his head. He swore if he saw one of them alone, he was jumping him and sinking his teeth into his neck like an angry pitbull. With a growl he slid down the front of the wall, sinking down on his backside. 'Stupid guards if it wasn't daytime I would rip them apart,' he thought silently to himself, fully convinced that he was a vampire with all the powers that went with it.
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Post by jake on Jul 2, 2011 4:43:50 GMT -5
 with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
"Shhh.. I gotcha," Jeremiah whispered, gently, his hand running up and down a miserable patient's back as he attempted to soothe her. She was new here and she had anxiety. Horrible anxiety. The kind that resulted in extreme panic attacks and public fits of crying. He couldn't help but feel for her, being the 'angel' that he was... or at least, he believed he was. "Don't worry.. it'll be okay, I promise. Just trust me. You'll be alright." He flashed her a smile worthy of a hallmark commercial and she dragged her sleeve across her moist eyes, sniffling. She managed the faintest hint of a smile when her gaze met his, silently thanking the modern-day saint of a guy for his kindness. She hadn't asked for it. She didn't even know his name when he swooped in a few minutes ago to try and comfort her while the staff didn't even aknowledge her distress. He was nice enough to make her wonder if he was even real.
Suddenly, his heart-warming grin faltered and he blinked in surprise. The angry voice of a stranger caught his attention and made him glance up. His brown eyes shifted toward the source and he watched him. Sure, there were countless patients that posed a threat in this place, it was a mental facility after all so that was only to be expected, but this guy.. there was something unsettling about him. Something that just didn't seem right. Maybe it was his eccentric appearance or perhaps the venom dripping from his words when he threatened the guards. Jeremiah couldn't have been certain but something told him, like a gut feeling deep inside, that he should go check the guy out. Find out what his deal was. He didn't like the feeling. It was the same eerie, ominous one that usually came along right before he found out a person in his vacinity was actually a 'demon.' He hoped for the sake of the fragile humans nearby that it was just him. There was obviously no such thing as demons, at least not according to science and rationality, but you coudn't tell him that. No, they had to be real because if they weren't then he wouldn't be able to send them back to Hell and feel like a hero while doing it. Truth be told, without these delusions he'd be lost. Hopelessly lost and he'd feel so useless, so he clung to them desperately, no matter how much the therapists tried to correct his thinking. Jeremiah was no oridinary mortal, he was special and there wasn't a single person on this plane of existance that could convince him otherwise.
The shaggy-haired young man rose from his original crouching position and the girl gave him a questioning look. He forced another smile before giving her a friendly nudge. "Excuse me," he told her with authentic politeness. "There's something I have to do." The girl gave him an understanding nod. Jeremiah turned away from her and returned his gaze to the man sitting along the wall. His eyes hardened and his expression became serious as he made his way over to the shady fellow.
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 4, 2011 1:24:02 GMT -5
Dominic sat on the ground with his thick, powerful legs tucked into a seated position often called 'Indian-style.' His bright yet angry eyes peered about him taking in the new surrounding, even though he would have preferred to be indoors taking a nap somewhere dark and peaceful. Why couldn't he have a coffin to sleep in? Would that be too much of a setback in his therapy? Dominic did not see it that way because he did not believe he was sick and he was a vampire who required certain things to be comfortable, though the doctors and nurses tried their best to convince him he was just a lowly human. They would see the truth soon. He leaned his head back against the wall about the yard with a sigh. He just wanted to leave this place and its ridiculous treatment for a mental disease he was certain that he did not have. He had no plans of spending eternity locked away.
He had been so wrapped up in his anger, at first he did not notice the young man coming towards him. Slowly, his gaze landed on Jeremiah as he came closer to him with a serious expression. He arched a dark brow at him curiously “Is there something you want?” he asked of the stranger, who he suspected had intentions towards him. Something was telling him that those intentions were ones that would not be good for him. Jeremiah had a look about his features that told him this was a man who was prepared to slay him because he knew what he was. Finally, someone recognized him for what he was. “Come to fight me boy?” His lips pulled back into a smile which seemed devilish on the wannabe vampire. “Let's do this then... I look forward to tasting you.” He rose to his feet, his aquamarine eyes never leaving his face.
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Post by jake on Jul 5, 2011 23:12:24 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah brought himself closer to the mysterious stranger. The nearer he got, the more intense that 'feeling' became. His brown eyes, sharp and warry, were met with the older man's striking aquamarine orbs. Under any other circumstance he would have said 'no' if asked a question like the one he'd just heard, Jeremiah didn't believe in violence.. if it was against humans. Had he come over to fight? Possibly. That was what he was about to find out. Part of him hoped that this man was nothing more than just another lunatic. An angry person with a chip on his shoulder, not an evil being he would have to defend the residents from. Another part of him hoped for the exact opposite so that once again he could assume the role of that brave, heroic defender protecting God's children. He could feel his phantom wings fanning out defensively as he stood his ground and stared at Dominic. To strike or not to strike, that was the question. Jeremiah eyed him strangely. Did he just say what he thought he'd said, that he looked forward to 'tasting' him? Okay. If that didn't confirm his suspicions then nothing else would. Nothing except for the voices anyway. Just in time, too.
"Thou haveth a demon in thy midst," boomed a powerful male voice that was inaudible to anyone other than the psuedo-angel. "Destroy it." Jeremiah nodded firmly, shaggy locks of hair falling over his eyes and shadowing them ominously. A wide and malevolent smile overtook the young man's face, the left corner of it twitching involuntrarily.
"The only part of me you'll taste is my holy wrath," he told his fellow patient, his tone losing the benevolence it possessed just moments before, only to be replaced by a bizarre, holier-than-thou style of speech. With that said he didnt hesitate to make his attack, closing the gap between them and reaching for the other's throat in one swift movement. His eyes smoldered with complete and utter hatred. "How dare you taint this haven for the unwell with your abominable presence! I am the angel Jeremiah and I will not allow you to prey upon these vulnerable souls! The power of Christ compels you!"
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 8, 2011 3:17:26 GMT -5
He gasped as the man's hand wrapped about his thick throat, his large hands clamping down to grasp his arm. A low growl escaped him as he glared into the eyes of the man who claimed to be an angel. In his mind being a vampire, he had no reason to doubt that Jeremiah was exactly what he said he was. He would taste the blood of the holy creature, but first he had to free himself of his grasp. Dominic used his powerful leg to kick at Jeremiah's leg just above the knee in hopes of knocking him off balance.
Meanwhile his hands were wrestling with his wrist, twisting angrily at it in an attempt to get him to let go. “I don't fear you angel,” he managed to growl out at Jeremiah, drawing his lips back to show his teeth like a wild animal. Anyone looking on might have just seen two young men engaged in a fight, but to Dominic this was an epic battle between the forces of darkness and the light. Somehow he was able to emit a laugh, though it was more throaty then he would have liked “The Savior can't help you now!” Dominic had no fear because in his mind he was a powerful vampire who had mighty abilities to combat those against him. Also, he was unwittingly fueling Jeremiah's delusions that he was an angel of God and there was in fact demons on Earth. They were having a shared delusion and everyone knows that it was not a good thing, especially when it had a delusional wannabe vampire who wanted blood and a delusional wannabe angel who was willing to do harm to rid the world of what he saw as evil.
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Post by jake on Jul 9, 2011 1:48:42 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah's eyes grew wide as Dominic's foot connected with his leg. He couldnt help but grimace. His grasp on the older male's throat loosened and he found himself stumbling back. The younger patient's attack wasn't over yet though. It had only just begun for once he started something like this, he didn't stop. This newfound enemy of his would have to kill him, or the guards would have to restrain him, whatever ended up happening first. Walking away from the fight simply wasn't an option and if he did happen to back down at some point he wouldnt be able to forgive himself. The Lord was counting on him, as were the feeble mortals that inhabitted these grounds... whether they knew it or not. He steadied himself, hands squeezing into angry fists at his side, each one tight enough to make the veins in his arms visible. "You don't fear me? Well you should, because it is I who shall bring your demise, I who shall send you straight to Hell where you belong!" He spoke with the confidence of an evangelical preacher gone wrong. He didn't believe him for a second that the 'savior' wouldn't be able to help him because, well, God was an unstoppable force that was far more powerful than anyone and anything. Jeremiah saw himself as a channel for that force. He was about to show this fiend just how wrong he was."Now, my infernal nemesis, let us pray..." That deranged grin returned to his face as he advanced toward the large man he perceived to be a monster.
"Our father who art in Heaven," Jeremiah hissed, pulling back a fist as he prepared himself to strike. "Hallowd be thy name!" His eyes lit up with frenzy and he sent that fist flying toward his opponent's face. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven!" The nineteen year-old sent another punch his way, and another, and another, each attempted blow more wild and reckless than the last. "Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us!" His shoulders rose and fell repeatedly with exhasperated breaths. "Lead us not into temptation but DELIVER US FROM EVIL!" Jeremiah's body tingled with adrenaline and he brought himself dangerously close to his enemy. He sneered. "Do my words burn you, unholy one? Burn you like the very fires of Hell itself?"
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 13, 2011 2:39:05 GMT -5
Dominic felt a wave of triumph as the younger man finally released his throat, catching his breath as his hand rose to his neck like he were rubbing it back into action. He grinned devilishly at his attacker while he watched Jeremiah, bracing himself for another attack. Dominic nearly laughed at the threatening words that spilled from his mouth, not believing the supposed angel could do those things. “Oh how rich angel! Maybe I should send you home... I am sure you must miss your daddy,” he said mockingly to Jeremiah, even making a face just to show that he was not taking the man seriously, after all he was suppose to be a source of evil and mocking the forces of good was their occupation. He tilted his head curiously as he observed that demented grin claim Jeremiah's lips once more while he advanced upon him. He was up to something.
“Pray for yourself! I want nothing of your father!” he shouted at him as Jeremiah began to pray then suddenly the fist struck his face, turning his head to the side sharply. It hurt, but the wannabe vampire started to laugh like he found a strange amusement in this violent situation. He grunted as he took each blow that rained down upon him yet he continued to laugh like the madman he truly was. Finally the last one seemed to rouse something inside Dominic as he bared his teeth at Jeremiah like a wild animal. He had enough of the would-be angel's assault, it was his turn. He said nothing, instead he roared and threw himself forward in an attempt to tackle him down, his mouth going straight for Jeremiah's throat. If he was successful he would be sinking his teeth into the meat of his throat.
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Post by jake on Jul 26, 2011 23:03:56 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Wait a minute, was he... laughing? He was laughing. Not cowering in fear before his holiness or begging for forgiveness like Jeremiah expected he would. In fact he seemed completely unaffected by the repeated blows that the 'angel' delivered. This definately threw him off. The derranged grin that took residence upon Jeremiah's face vanished and was replaced by an expression of confusion. His brows knitted together and his intense brown eyes reflected a mixture of shock and disbelief. His adversary's words, full of blasphemy and blantantly mocking God and everything he stood for, made the devout servant of Heaven clench his jaw angrily. His animosity toward the diabolical creature standing before him magnified even more. Suddenly Jeremiah wanted to tear the vocal cords right out of him - it - as a punishment for what was said. With vitriol he breathed,"I'll make you regret everything you've just said. Prepare to meet thy doom.."
His eyes just about popped out of their sockets when the larger man threw himself at him and for a moment he was stunned, too stunned to dodge or raise a defensive fist. The next thing he felt was his back thudding hard against the ground beneath him and damn did it hurt. Every muscle in his body tensed up and he let out a hiss through grit teeth, but he wouldn't allow himself to give into the pain. Then, as if the crushing weight of Dominic's body against his wasn't enough, he felt something prick into the tender flesh of his throat. His eyes, now wide and horrified, shot downward and locked on the 'beast' biting into his neck. His breathing increased and he desperately tried to pry the attacker's mouth away from his vital area. He squirmed and with one leg he made an attempt to drive his knee into Dominic's groin. "You.." He coughed. "You are are more powerful than I thought, but I won't be the one going home today.. I hope you're ready for the Hell that awaits you!"
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 31, 2011 3:09:15 GMT -5
Dominic nearly moaned when his bite managed to draw just a small amount of blood which he tried to drink. What made this even better was the fact Jeremiah claimed to be an angel, so in his mind the blood certainly tasted like a little slice of Heaven. However, he hardly got much when the so-called angel kneed him in the groin. He instantly released any hold he had on Jeremiah's neck as his attention went straight to his aching manly bits. The wannabe vampire rolled off of the younger man onto his side, cradling his groin with his hands as he bit his lip. He tried to make sense of the pain by telling himself that even vampire males were vulnerable down there, especially when a good blow was landed. It had to be a lucky shot, after all he was an angel, luck had to be on his side.
Finally the pain had subsided so he could sit up, his bright eyes looking directly at Jeremiah as if he thought his gaze had some power to it. “Ah, but I'm the one who drew first blood angel. Mmm...” he said with a devilish grin before he extended his pale tongue to lick his lips “I've tasted of your holy communion ...And it tasted so good ...” Dominic laughed as if he found a dark amusement in the entire situation. Slowly his laughter died away, replaced by a smirk upon his lips with his head tilted to the side “Oh, you want to kill me then? That's not very Christian of you is it?” he inquired teasingly.
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Post by jake on Jul 31, 2011 6:33:41 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah jumped to his feet the instant the opportunity presented itself. He could feel something wet trickling down his neck and his hand flew to his throat. Hesitantly, he pulled it back, his eyes flashing with alarm when he saw the crimson liquid staining his fingers. Fresh blood, his blood. He took in a sharp breath before glancing over at the wannabe creature of the night who was stricken by the agony between his thighs. He wasn't incapacitated for more than a couple minutes, if that, but he gave the 'angel' enough time to get himself recomposed. He faced the other high-profiler with a cautious look on his face. He wouldn't dare underestimate this newfound foe of his again, that was for sure. It became clear to him that Dominic wasn't going to be defeated as easily as he'd first expected. He needed to bring out the big guns, his secret weapon. If that wouldn't successfully put the fear of God in him, Jeremiah didn't know what would. Christians, angels.. they were renowned for being creatures of mercy and remorse, but not in the presence of true wickedness like this infernal man in front of him. Demons deserved nothing more than to fry in Hell's blazing pits for all of eternity.
Jeremiah regarded the other warrily as he brought himself into an upright position. With boldness and bravery he met Dominic's powerful gaze and held it with an unblinking glare, one that would clearly state the he wasn't going to back down. Jeremiah's face twisted in repulsion when he licked his lips. This man, no, this THING truly was something most foul. An incarnate of the deadliest sins. Yes, Dominic may have drawn first blood and he gave him credit for that but Jeremiah would be the one to draw the last, he'd make sure of it. Now, before he could hesitate any longer and give this enemy the upper hand again, it was time for no mercy. Time to take control in this battle between ultimate good and ultimate evil! He moved toward Dominic with a confident stride, stopping at about a foot's width away from him. He towered over him while he was in that sitting position. "Taste this!" He yanked down his hospital pants and whipped out his "divine hose of golden purity," aiming it directly at the other patient's face. It squirted out a stream of what Jeremiah wholeheartedly believed to be his "special" holy water. "My divine hose of golden purity! What will you do now, o blasphemous one? You stand no chance against the sacred, untainted holy water of an angelic being like myself! You misunderstand me.. I don't kill humans, I protect them from things like you. And you.. you monster.. are no human! Now go, depart from this world at once!"
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Post by Dominic Graves on Aug 1, 2011 2:59:26 GMT -5
Dominic arched a brow when Jeremiah yanked his pants down, exposing himself to him while yelling 'taste this!' He didn't quite understand what he meant by 'taste this' until it hit him in the face. The 'angel' was peeing on him like a dog! Instantly he turned his face away from the golden stream of urine, his expression contorted into one of disgust “Stop it!” he yelled trying to move out of the way of what Jeremiah saw as a holy weapon, but to Dominic it was just smelly urine which was now covering his hair and face. He managed to pull himself to his feet, stepping back from his attacker overcome with repulsion.
“That's disgusting! You freak! I should ripped out your throat for that...” he growled before he started to dry-heave like he was about to vomit, but somehow he managed to restrain himself from emptying his stomach on the ground. “I'm not going anywhere! I was born here angel... I've just become something more then human. I am Nosferatu! It would seem your 'holy water' doesn't work on me Jeremiah. Never knew angels were into that sort of kink. I am afraid golden showers are not my thing.” Dominic shook his black locks trying to get some of the urine out of his hair before he pulled his urine soaked top off, casting it aside. Without his top, the top portion of his body was exposed to reveal his finely toned physique which made him look even more powerful.
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Post by jake on Aug 2, 2011 1:50:40 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah smirked, his held held high in satisfaction as he heard his opponent yell for him to stop. He took this as a sort of validation that his ultimate attack had worked, or at least, done some serious harm to the fiendish creature it doused. He gripped it with one hand, redirecting its aim as its target tried to move out of the way. Unfortunately it could only "fire" for so long and within seconds it merely dripped. That was the only down side to his holy fountain, every time he used the "weapon" it was either hit or miss before he had to "power it up" again. Unfortunately, his bladdar was empty. He stood proudly, everything below the belt completely exposed. His eyes followed Dominic as he pulled himself to his feet and hurriedly stepped back. For but a moment he thought that he'd just about won this showdown, but then the enemy began to shout insults his way and ultimately surprised him.
The victorious glint in Jeremiah's eyes faded quickly and the smirk that went with it disappeared from his face. His mouth fell agape and suddenly he looked disappointed. The mocking continued and he found out he was wrong about the holy water.. it had no significant effect at all. The 'angel' gulped. Now it was his turn to step back. This demon was no ordinary demon. It had made that clear when it stated that its orgins were earthly. "Nosferatu...," he repeated in a mumble, more to himself than anyone else. He took on a look of bewhilderment. "Nosferatu..." Where had he heard that name before? It rang a bell the very moment it escaped Dominic's lips and hit his ears. Must have been renowned, widely known or something. Then it finally hit him."The vampire?!" Evil was evil no matter what form it took. This man, this thing.. he may not have derived from Satan's lake of fire but he was still a threat to the mortals of Lucid Manor and thus, still an adversary to Jeremiah. There was only one problem. He'd exorcised many demons in the past so he knew how to deal with them, but vampires.. how the heck was he supposed to take out a vampire? He didn't have any garlic, nor would he be able to successfully locate or make a stake in a place as heavily supervised as this.
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Post by Dominic Graves on Aug 4, 2011 3:51:11 GMT -5
Dominic arched a brow as he took in the fact that Jeremiah still had his pants down with his manly bits exposed to all to see. He couldn't help but smirk at him, finding the whole situation rather humorous. After all, a man claiming to be an angel had just urinated on him while calling it his 'divine hose' and was now standing before with his pants around his ankles. This was all too funny to him. “Perhaps, if you like to continue being an angel of the Lord that it would be in your best interest to pull your pants up... you are exposing everyone to your divine hose. It is nice, but I don't think everyone wants to see it. They might get the wrong idea about us,” the 'vampire' suggested, unable to keep himself from smirking at him. He found taunting the 'angel' was a great deal of fun, especially when he knew he was winning or at least in his mind he believed he was winning.
“Yes... vampire,” he confirmed with a wide, devilish grin on his lips as he stepped towards the angel. It was wonderful for him to see the victory being washed from his face, replaced by disappointment and confusion. This was just too good. “Vampire... blood drinker... creature of the night... all titles for me Jeremiah,” he taunted as he circled the would-be angel like a predatory animal circling its prey. He reached out with his hand to let his fingertips brush Jeremiah's back as he moved, dragging his fingers along. “Have you used all your weapons Angel?” he inquired as he came around to face him.
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Post by jake on Aug 4, 2011 9:54:36 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah watched the corners of Dominic's mouth twitch into a smirk. Oh how it taunted him, how it mocked him, how it tested both his patience and his restraint. If he hadn't been so dumbfounded he would've tried to wipe it off the vampire's face himself but right now he knew he couldn't afford to be impulsive. There was nothing funny about this situation, nothing at all, so why was that infernal blood-sucker smirking at him? Jeremiah blinked in surprise at his enemy's suggestion about pulling up his pants and.. the rather odd remark about his hose being nice. In the heat of the moment he'd somehow managed to forget that he was stark naked from the waist down. His eyes scanned the area and he soon came to realize that they had an audience of patients observing their show from a safe distance. With a creeping blush he gave his 'holy weapon' a quick flick before pulling up his trousers. Hopefully, those 'humans' would appreciate the lengths he was willing to go to just to keep them safe. He returned his gaze to the now shirtless abomination that seemed ever so thrilled to be making a joke out of him.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the creature brought itself closer, his eyes following the large man's every movement like that of a cornered animal. The way the tables had turned was unbelievable to him. He had to do something.. anything.. but what? How could he destroy what he didn't understand? He couldn't help but flinch when he felt Dominic's fingers run down his back. It was a sort of automatic bodily response, one that he immediately wished he hadn't made. He couldn't show weakness to the enemy no matter how confused he was. He couldn't let him think he'd won, not yet. This wasn't over. It wouldn't be over until Jeremiah found a way to defeat him. His eyes met Dominic's blue-green orbs. He opened his mouth to answer the question he'd been asked but nothing came out and he was trying so fucking hard not to appear vulnerable. The 'angel' examined his options. He could bluff but that would only get him so far before Dominic challenged that bluff, he could try attacking him again but what ammunition did he have? Everything he relied on was exorcism-related. Jeremiah closed his eyes and lowered his head, but not in submission. He fell back on the one thing that was familiar to him and that was God. Hopefully, his Lord would provide him with the answers he needed. He clasped his hands together before humbly dropping to his knees. "Heavenly father," he began, a detectable measure of desperation in his whisper. "I beg for your assistance.. lend me your divine hand so that I may smite this sinner, this abominable blood-sucker. Forgive me for not being able to do it myself for he is unlike any monstrosity I have ever faced before. I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ."
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Post by Dominic Graves on Aug 6, 2011 2:05:59 GMT -5
Dominic smirked as he felt Jeremiah flinch at his touch which proved to him that the wannabe angel was uneasy about him. Once he came around to face him, their eyes met. Gently he cocked his head to the side as he kept eye contact with him. It really haven't crossed his mind, but seeing him up-close like he was now, the 'angel' was quite a handsome man with his dark hair and eyes that seemed almost black to him. It was almost tragic that he was an angel, because if he wasn't he might have considered making him like him. Of course, there was no way he could turn Jeremiah into a vampire, but there was no way you could convince him otherwise.
He nearly burst out laughing when he heard Jeremiah start his prayer, praying for God to help him to smite Dominic. He might have not believed God would get involved into their fight, but he still looked up into the heavens to make sure that nothing was in fact going to happen. “Praying... How sweet of you to ask your father to join us, but it doesn't look like he is listening,” he said a mockingly sweet tone as he reached out, latching a hand down on Jeremiah's shoulder to keep him still. “Why don't we stop this foolish game and you join me... Why fight me? There is no way you will win,” he suggested to him as he tightened his grip on his shoulder.
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