Blood and Fire.
A sallow looking blonde stood amidst the ruined walls of a bygone mansion. Violet eyes perused the decayed walls, almost seeing its former grandeur. He sighed heavily wondering again why he was so enamored with this crumbling ruin. For nearly a year he made the trek from his flat in London to this lonely piece of property as if drawn by a magnet. He couldn't understand the attraction. Perhaps it was the dreams? Strange half remembered visions of a time long past. Sighing again, the young man known as Alexander slowly picked his way through the ruins and back to the main road. With a final glance back, questions swirling in his head, Alex made his way home.
Red, always red. Blood and sinew and bone. A perfect medley. Paint the town RED. Green eyes flash maniacally, a blood curdling laugh nearly drowned out by the roar of the chainsaw. One more life snuffed out by the reaper known as Grell Sutcliff. Death was his business and business was always good. Coming down from his blood high, the scarlet haired man removed his glasses to clean off a bit of filth. Realisticly, his reapings didn't have to be this messy. He could do it the easy way like the others, making it look accidental or natural. But honestly, where was the fun in that? That probably why he always got the messy jobs. The ones nobody else wanted. Yes give the messy ones to the freak with the blood-lust. Let the office screw up do the murders. But secretly, in his heart of hearts, Grell was growing tired of the blood and violence. He was starting to realize that red was no longer his favorite.
Two pairs of wine colored eyes surveyed the sleeping city below. The heady mixture of smells that only a city such as this could posses assaulted their senses. London, their London. It had been so long since they had walked it streets and savored its delights. Evil grins spread across sharp fanged mouths. A look of longing and hunger crossed their faces. Yes London, the would feast here again. This time though, no contracts, no restrictions. The slightly shorter blue haired boy lept from their perch, landing softly on the pavement below. Looking up he waved at his raven haired companion and took off into the bustle of the city. Shaking his dark head his eyes followed the boy momentarily before heading off in the opposite direction. Yes there was much to do before they feasted. London, their London, their empire. Blood would flow like wine and hapless souls would line up in ecstasy just to be devoured by them.
It was in the air, surrounding him. Malice and blood and carnage. The city was going to be a very amusing place to be for a while. Soft giggles escaped his lips as he imagined what was to come. Demons were in the city again. That could only be trouble, fun entertaining trouble that could rip London asunder. His silver head shook with mirth. The ancient legendary reaper relished the smell of blood lust in the air a moment more, before returning to his shop. He was going to be a very busy undertaker very soon. Must make all the necessary preparations.