Are You Angry? | Eli |

He was enjoying himself too much it seemed, however it would get redunant and boring quite quickly. How much longer can someone enjoy snapping necks and ripping the hearts out of vampires? Plus, there were only so many vampires in this bar, he would soon have to find somewhere else to crash to make his night that little bit more exciting. But he was soon saved, it seemed, as he turned to notice Eli charging towards him. Before he could react, the man had crashed the both of them through the window, falling to the ground below. He dusted down his clothes of shards as he got back to his feet, showing no harm from crashing through a window. Yes, he was saved! What better fun than endlessly slaughtering vamps, then running into one of those goody too shoes who played such a pivotal role in this whole thing happening? This was too good to be true!

He chuckled softly, standing his ground towards the other man as he spoke. "Eli. Its so great to see you; and here I was thinking the highlight of my night would be slaughtering a bunch of amatuer halfbreeds. Its nice to finally come face to face with you, rather than making myself sick feeling all of my shell's thoughts and desires about you. Pathetic, really. But your right; he is dead, gone, whatever you want to call it. You might soon be able to join him, if your lucky. But I don't think half breeds like you go to where he is going, now do they?" Snickering, he moved foward slowly as he watched Eli put his fists up, ready for a fight. "So quick to fight me, hey? Or are you just putting on that impression for me to act tough? I don't even have to lift a finger against you, do you know why? Because you won't kill me; you can't kill me. Because deep down, you know that killing me will kill this shell as well. Can you handle that? Knowing that you destroyed the man who you loved oh so dearly? I don't think you are strong enough for that, what are your thoughts on the matter?" He was entirely confident that Eli wouldn't be able to kill him, not like he could anyway.

He moved foward slowly again, running his fingers down Eli's cheek slowly with a satisfied smirk. "I don't want to fight you, Eli. No, you should join me. I have no use for a fuck buddy, but you could be a valuable warrior for us you know. Those mindless zombies, although effective, do become tediously boring and overrated from time to time. He eyed Eli again, smirking softly. "You have no idea who you are messing with. If you choose to mess with me, watch your whole world around you amount to nothing, after I destroy it. Your family, your friends, your loved ones, even your dog. I'll slaughter them all, and you know what, my sweet Eli? I will have absolutely no blood on my hands, because all of their petty deaths will be on your conscience. All of it will be your fault. The choice is simple really," he finished, walking back slowly, giving Eli a chance to respond. This could go two ways. Either would be fun, but he did hope Eli chose the right one. He didn't have a vandetta against Eli yet, but that could change in a heartbeat.

He smirked sadistically at Eli's loss for words. It was pathetic, really, how whipped Eli was for the forces of good. It was his one true weakness. If he was a vampire, and not a laughable hybrid, he may have garnered some respect for him. However his devotion to his friends, family and especially Axel were his weaknesses. The later, his devotion to Axel, one which he was interested in exploiting. Why? Because his devotion to Axel was Eli's biggest weakness. Eli cared about Axel so much, how would he handle killing the man he loved? He wouldn't, and he was quite confident Eli wouldn't even be able to bring himself to doing that, no matter the repuccusions if he doesn't. It was sad how all of these creatures with humanity implanted into them were so weak, held back by their conscience and souls. In his world, he spat on people like that, and they were nothing better than beggers remaining on their broken knees for eternities. He ruled over them like mice, and nothing would change in this world. They needed someone to rule them, because they couldn't think for themselves. Those who fought against this were the foolish of all.

He chuckled softly as Eli asked who he was. "My name is Cerketec. If you're lucky, you might live long enough to worship the name. But when you look at me...You don't see a Cerketec, do you? All you see is Axel; his shell. But you shouldn't look at me any differently than you would Axel. You see, we aren't that different, him and I. Why do you think it was so easy for me to corrupt him? All of this that has happened, leading up to this point, has been pre-ordained. Axel's uncle and aunty dying, leading him to Los Angeles to meet his brothers and become a 'hero.' The portal opening, sending the brothers in there, allowing me to infect the weakest, which is our sweet Axel. But when he returned to this world...I wasn't strong enough at that time to control him. Just phases, taking my time until the time was right. He fought against me...But he wasn't strong enough. And when he killed that man, losing his blood innocence, my plan was complete. Then, using you against the brothers made things easier until I was ready to strike." He smirked confidently at his plan. But it was far from oover, it was just the beginning.

Eli soon finished his statement, and the smirk was removed from his face, and soon Eli landed a kick to his jaw, which sent him staggering back slightly. His head was down, and he begun chuckling, his head soon looking back up and staring Eli down fiercely. "That almost hurt a little. But I don't know why you are trying to play the hero, your boyfriend isn't around anymore." The grin reformed on his lips as he stared at Eli still. "Its a shame, really. You could have been a valuable warrior for me. But if you are so quick and willing to die, I'll have no problem finishing you..." He moved foward, sending a fist towards Eli's jaw. He wasn't going to play games with Eli, since he had obviously decided upon his own fate.

He always enjoyed seeing the pettiness of those with 'human' blood at work. Eli's feeble attempts at fighting him, or even thinking that he could challenge him in a battle was laughable, but he would have his fun with Eli; after all, Eli was probably the only real person he could have his fun with. He know the bonds of Eli and Axel, and how he would be able to manipulate them to his own liking, to his own advantage. Though, it wasn't like he needed an added advantage or anything, he could take out Eli so effortlessly, at any given moment. He was highly confident that Eli also knew this, but for Eli and the brothers, taking them out with one swift movement was just plan boring and he was adventurous, looking for the most exciting ways to do things. No, these guys wouldn't have the satisfaction of going out quick and easy, they would die slow and painfully, until their minds were shattered into tiny little pieces, and their bodies broken. That is when they could rot into the ground they oh so righteously belonged in.

Eli threw a backhand towards him, and he caught it. Eli also threw a backhand from the other side, which he blocked, before gripping Eli tightly by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off of the ground, staring up into Eli's fierce eyes with a satisfied smirk. "Pity. I was expecting so much more from you, Eli. Well, I knew I could finish you at any given moment, but I did hope you would at least provide somewhat of a challenge. Its a shame, really. Because I don't really want to kill you just yet. No, that would be no fun, right? If I kill you now, where is the pain? The suffering? Where is the mental torment? I want to show you something..." He gripped Eli's neck tighter, staring at him, sending a vision into the mind of Eli. He would see the truth, and suffer from it...

He had just killed someone. Running down the street, blood staining his shirt, he got away from his brothers, yelling under his breath in anger, disgust. He collapsed to the ashfelt, his hands almost clawing the earth below him, rage present in his eyes. He could hear a voice in his head..."Look at what you have done, Axel. Killing someone so brutally, it was beautiful. How does it feel to be the bringer of death, not salvation?" Axel panted loudly, showing a confused expression, yet still anger present in his eyes. "Who are you?! Why are you in my head? Get out, get out! I didn't do this...It was an accident, he attacked me!!" The voice laughed. "And the blood staining your shirt and body says otherwise. I am nothing but a voice in your head who can guide you. You cannot help them anymore, you have become worthless. But I can help you, I can ease your mind in ways you never thought possible. Give you an inner peace, if you will?" Axel continued panting, thinking about what the voice was saying to him. "What? Your not real...None of this is real. No one can help me, I killed someone!" Once again, the voice laughed. "Thats where you're wrong. I know a way to help you, you just have to trust me." Axel sat on the cold ashfelt now, still breathing heavily, his heart racing. "Trust you? Why should I even consider doing that? What do I have to do?" The voice went on, "just let me into your heart."...

He laughed, tossing Eli towards the wall, near the window the man plunged the both of them out of. He begun walking slowly towards the young man again, and gripped him by the hair, looking around. "If theres anyone to blame for this happening, its your boyfriend, now isn't it? I was merely offering him a deal, he didn't have to take it." He chuckled softly, letting go of Eli's hair as he walked backwards again. He was curious how Eli would react to the things he had said. Would he even see Axel in the same light?