A Failed Homicide

[Melodia]

Anthony was silent. One would mistake him for a statue, even, all dark and pale, glowing in the gentle light. It was only when a tiny smile appeared on his face that he became somewhat human again. He shook his head, speaking rather somberly, "I don't know, Zimri. You can manipulate your bone structure, I'm guessing. That's different than me. All the shit that I can do is stay alive. Maybe one day you'll stick a bone through your chest and bleed to death, who knows."

He paused, exhaling and looking down at the ground. Anthony really was a depressing guy all around, the gloomy sort that people usually avoid. Or fall in love with. That kind. "Vampires," He chuckled, making a click sound with his tongue. "Got in a fight with a vampire once. That bastard wouldn't die. Didn't know what hit him when I kept getting back up. I eventually had to drive a wedge through his chest. 'Course it didn't work cause that's not how they die. Just a distraction. Ended up swiping his head off with a meat cleaver and burning his body in the woods near my house. Smelled up that part of the forest for days..." His voice trailed off as if thinking about it and he wrinkled his nose. "But if you give 'em blood, heck, that's a good idea. Could probably sell buckets of mine to them. But that's your territory, and I ain't in need for cash about now anyways."

Anthony reached into his jacket pocket and took out a cigarette and a lighter. "Smoke?" He asked, lighting his up and resting it in between his teeth. He them held it in his fingers, rolled it around and occasionally took a few breaths as he talked. "My victims?" He laughed, never thinking of them that way before. "Dunno. Mostly people I get closer to. You know, prostitutes, guys I meet on the street and drink with. You'd be long dead by now if you couldn't heal too. And that girl, Koral or something, she got away. My first one to scream, she did, in the two hundred years I've been doing it. Quite a shame."

He noticed the slanting of Zimri's eyes, how he was glaring at him. He shook his head and pressed the cigarette into the palm of his hand, relishing the burn and being disappointed when it healed. "Don't look at me like that. If you really do have eternity, what would you do after whats-her-face dies?"

[charismaticcryo]

Zimri accepted the cigarette offer, smoking for him was a question of do i mind smelling like smoke today? It really did nothing for him, and nothing against him, he could smoke 100 packs a day and he would never get cancer. He breathed in the smoke, the smoke that for some was a slow death. Even if it did nothing for him physically, mentally it calmed him. He continued to glare at Anthony as he explained how he chose his victims.

When he finally noticed his expression he just sighed and shook his head, and took a long drag of his cigarette before mimicing anthony with his way of putting it out, wincing a little as it slowly went out. He blew the excess smoke out of his nose. Shaking his head he looked away. "I don't know, I know i certainly wouldn't kill people, that is just ridiculus." He looked back at to anthony, his blue eyes staring straight into Anthony's dark eyes. "And it also seems pretty ridiculus of me to talk you out of killing right now after you have been doing it for centuries, but have you ever thought of killing those who deserve it? you know, do the world some good? The rapists, murders. You don't have to kill innocents."

[Melodia]

Anthony stayed silent. Whether it was out of shame or recognition he did not know and could not tell. His dark gaze stayed fixed on the shadowy ground, a troubled look crossing his face. His legs were pulled up close to him but still relaxed, his elbows resting on his knees and his right hand lightly settled on top of his left.

"Never thought about it," He admitted, clearing his throat slightly as if it was a trivial matter. He reached down and pulled up some grass, letting it fall between the spaces in his fingers. He watched it be carried away on the light breeze before speaking again. "You know, it's sort of sad. All these years bein' miserable. Only getting joy out of murder. Could've started my life three times over by now," He laughed darkly. "Could've gotten myself a pretty little thing, married and all that. I already own a house. She'd never have to know..." His voice trailed off as the image flickered in his mind. Dull at first, hazy, like someone just waking up from a dream. Only he was waking into one.

His house. Only sunlight actually came through the dark, vine-covered trees. It was bright, sunny. The little blue house was fixed up, a proper cottage in all its looks. There was laughter. Smiles. A little brunette girl ran out of the house yelling his name and holding a doll, swinging it about in the air as she ran to her father. And then a voice, sweet and soft, and the door opened, and his wife, his wife, his new wife, his...Maybelle.

"Couldn't happen though," He said, suddenly plunging into his depression again. "Never love anyone as much." This was odd. He had never really taken the time to think in two hundred or so years. It was all about planning, killing, sadness. He hadn't really talked to anyone in all that time, not like this. He couldn't kill this man and so why not converse? It felt surprisingly fufilling, like taking a cold drink of water after spending a day without it. "But you know...maybe I could give it a try. Killing those who deserve it..." He paused, not wanting to continue.

[charismaticcryo]

((I don't know about the daughter being alive, might be a tad bit cliche. but if that is what seems good do it.))

Zimri sighed out a little as Anthony gave thought to different victims. Well he wasn't totally lost. He watched him a little while longer, staying silent to see if he was going to add more. It didn't look like he was. Well no matter, at least he considered it. Hopefully in time he would actually stop killing, and apparently time was on their side. He sighed again as he leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows. "I am probably dead on when i guess you are pretty much a recluse, besides when you go out to find someone to kill."

Zimri looked over him again, seeing if he should actually ask or suggest coming with him. He gave himself a little nod and sat up straight. "well I have an Idea to start you on your way to killing those who are actually bad. You have to get back into the public. Get your image back as a nice guy. Even if you don't want to, fake it. I'll take you to meet a couple of people i have full faith you will be unable to kill. Does that sound alright?"

[Melodia]

Anthony was sort of tuning out. As Zimri was talking he stood, taking a few paces over towards where the blade of the knife glinted in the moonlight. He bent down and picked it up, letting it slide down his thumb and form a shallow cut. The blood trailed down his finger and he closed his eyes, sort of savoring in it. The weapon had shed enough blood for tonight--his own. It would suffice.

His gaze darted up at the mention of meeting people. His teeth clenched together and he looked down darkly, as Anthony sort of figured it wasn't the best idea. He stood, taking a few laborous steps towards Zimri. He held the blade up, admiring it, and then flipped it closed and shoved it into his pocket. "Let's go then," He said, walking just past him and motioning ahead, not even bothering to help Zimri up. He might be considering to kill the guilty, but that didn't mean he had to start being...considerate.