Post by †Arisen† on Nov 10, 2008 22:00:46 GMT -6
Remus's gray-brown eyes watched Jagger as the older vampire kept watching the people around the bar.
"Sir, I know you're hungry," Remus said quietly. His voice was so soft that it could've been mistake for the coo of a down.
"Quiet, mutt," Jagger hissed, "I'm looking for the Dealer."
"He's not here," Remus said, "I can't sense him at all."
"Liar!" Jagger hissed, ppounding the table with his fists. The poeple around them jumped, startled. Remus didn't move. "He's got to be here. He said he would be."
"Negative," Remus said matter-of-fatcly, brushing his black and white hair from his eyes, "You can't rely on demons."
"But you can rely on mutts?" Jagger's icey blue eyes glared at the younger boy. Jagger was around his 20's, messy chocolate brown hair and ice blue eyes. He wore all black, minuse the sleeveless white jacket with the buckles at the ends. He even had a black spiralling tattoo.
Remus didn't reply, staring away from the older vampire. Remus still looked like a young boy, despite being 18. He had long black bangs that were long in the front and the rest of his hair was ruffled and white. He had about six peircings on one ear and wore clothes that looked like they came from the times of dragons and knights. Not to mention the multiple dog-like collars he wore with rings for leashings dangling uselessly.
They were probably the oddest pair at the bar that night.
"Fine, where is he then?" Jagger hissed.
"At home. With some girl," Remus sighed, bored, "Can we go yet? I know you're thirsty. Grab someone and lets go."
Jagger snarled and glared before he stood and paced away from Remus.
"Sir, I know you're hungry," Remus said quietly. His voice was so soft that it could've been mistake for the coo of a down.
"Quiet, mutt," Jagger hissed, "I'm looking for the Dealer."
"He's not here," Remus said, "I can't sense him at all."
"Liar!" Jagger hissed, ppounding the table with his fists. The poeple around them jumped, startled. Remus didn't move. "He's got to be here. He said he would be."
"Negative," Remus said matter-of-fatcly, brushing his black and white hair from his eyes, "You can't rely on demons."
"But you can rely on mutts?" Jagger's icey blue eyes glared at the younger boy. Jagger was around his 20's, messy chocolate brown hair and ice blue eyes. He wore all black, minuse the sleeveless white jacket with the buckles at the ends. He even had a black spiralling tattoo.
Remus didn't reply, staring away from the older vampire. Remus still looked like a young boy, despite being 18. He had long black bangs that were long in the front and the rest of his hair was ruffled and white. He had about six peircings on one ear and wore clothes that looked like they came from the times of dragons and knights. Not to mention the multiple dog-like collars he wore with rings for leashings dangling uselessly.
They were probably the oddest pair at the bar that night.
"Fine, where is he then?" Jagger hissed.
"At home. With some girl," Remus sighed, bored, "Can we go yet? I know you're thirsty. Grab someone and lets go."
Jagger snarled and glared before he stood and paced away from Remus.