A Vampire in New Orleans (Pat-Isaiah)

Adam and Samael were talking to one another, the ginger cambion seemingly more interested in the one he was talking to than the dancers the vampire was half looking at. ”You’d say greedy and I would say almost cruel. Trying to make me jealous here Johnson?” He said with a smirk, arcing a brow as if teasing him somehow.

”Only if it’s working. If not...well i’m sticking with my former excuse.” He stated with a shrug, seemingly turning to someone that had sidled up and sat down beside them. Both could smell from her that she was a vampire, much like Adam but with something different. A species had ways of evolving differently after all. It was the same thing with primates afterall, so why not with these things?

”Let’s say that is the case. What can you do to help with that problem?” He questioned with an arced brow, Samael unsure of how he should broach this unknown woman talking to them. Adam seemed to have some idea but his facial expressions seemed to hide that fact. Something he might have mastered over the years of immortality. Regardless, whatever questions they could have asked were cut short when a fledgling claimed a now shirtless stripper.

Splattering blood across the stage like a macabre painting and causing Adam’s face to scrunch into an expression of disgust. ”At the very least we have one problem showing itself, and another one sprouting up.” Even Samael knew that vampires didn’t like exposure, and the humans hunting them that it brought. Forming a society meant that they needed this secrecy afterall. Their new vampiric acquaintance quickly confronted the intimidate problem while more of the fledglings rose from the crowd around them. Dropping the guise of humanity and revealing vile stingers.

Adam was the first to rise among the two of them, a pale blur as his attention narrowed on one of them. His power burrowing into them before they let out a cry, smoke rising from their mouths as if their innards had been dipped in pitch. Limbs flailed about before the rest of their body became a funeral pyre. Two more were already upon them, knocking the cambion across the room with a backhand as he crashed into a table. Three others trying to overwhelm their elder, stingers and claws ripping through the air only to find nothing. He had already moved out of the way, slamming a foot int the back of one and propelling them with another into a wall.

”You cretins dare expose our kind like this? Mores the shame, now I have to clean up the trash.” He growled at the one remaining standing near him, ramming a fist through the chest. Utterly eviscerating the heart within it. They were too blood crazed to care however, seeing anything with blood running through them as a meal. Turning to Samael who was now on his knees, fingernails elongating into black claws as he prepared to react. Claws grazing into his shoulder as he slashed one across the neck, blood splashing across his face.

It squealed, recoiling while the other two tried the same to see him draw a knife, silver in edge as he swung wildly at the beings. Cutting one across the throat, flesh hissing and bubbling while the other managed to stay the distance. Seems like at least two were down, though the one was more concerned with keeping themselves away. At least until he felt that same mental presence, of a certain vampire he knew. Then the remaining mosquito was thrown force, Samael leaping with all the speed granted him as he slammed his knee onto the back of their head and the knife through their back. Slipping between two ribs, and into the heart. They squirmed before dropping dead. A low exhale worked from him.

”Well...that was something.” He muttered, covered in blood and looking up to the vampire that they hadn’t killed...and the vampire that was Adam.