Bored of Immortality

Chapter Two

'Encounter'

The theater was their favourite place to pass the time...

The theater was their favourite place to pass the time. The grand open space was their lair, their hideout from everything else that was happening in the world. The enclosed red velvet walls gave a very warm and eloquent feel that soothed even the worse of worries. She would sit in the audience amongst the row after rows of empty seat and watch him on stage.

Normally, the transformation was triggered by anger, by emotion, by feeling something extraordinary strong. But Sirius had a gift, his abilities were different. His transformation was…not exactly free on will…but whenever he had Kimmy around, everything simply becomes a lot easier and carefree. He would switch from fur to skin, back and forth, acting out his own one man skits which she enjoyed greatly. It was one of the few things he lived for…making her smile.

He walked along the damp streets, moving further into the sidewalk as cars came whizzing through, wheels skidding in the puddles formed in holes in the pavement. It was freezing, the rain was cleared the air completely of its humidity. He loved it, the cold. Because it helped clear his head, and as the chilling wind caressed his skin, everything just froze all the worries in the world.

That's why he was able to walk so calmly, as he felt eye following him…

Whatever it was, it wasn't human. Humans don't travel across the rooftops stalking its prey, and they certainly don't jump as soundlessly as this one did. He could hear the sound of footsteps blocks away yet this one's leaps and bounds nearly escaped his ears. Another good things about the rain, it washed away all the cloudiness of the city, all the extra smells and essences that blurred his subliminal view. Everything was clear to his extra senses…she was a vampire.

He cursed himself for not sensing her presence sooner. When he did it was too late to return to the plantation. All he could do was walk and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. But it wasn't too late to minimize the damages that would be done to back races. Unlike the cold ones, they were brought up with a sense of mutual respect. The secret of both races must remain in the dark corners of the city.


That was him, she was sure of it. She recognized the smell from the tiny drops of blood salvaged in the vials. It would have been so easy…just to swoop down with a knife from up where she was right into the back of his skull. Everything would end right there right then. But for some reason, she felt that he was leading her somewhere. The way he walked, it had too much destination in it. His eyes, they were focused too much on the road as if not wanting to look anywhere else. A very noticeable change from the way he acted the moment he exited the plantation. So Agora simply decided to follow along. Either way, things would turn out the same.


The Nurse use to tell stories about the theater. It use to be the highlight of the city, back when the hip thing was bell bottoms and everyone's favourite phrase was 'groovy'. Streaks of light would shoot up into the air every night and could be seen across the city during every performance. It was considered a luxury to be able to sit amongst the audience during one of the plays, even richer if you managed to get a seat along the balconies high off the ground. Folks wore their best gowns and fur coats when it was cold or rainy. She always hated that place, it was always crawling with the cold ones, who, because of their more porcelain like features, were always the more loaded of the two races.

Now it stood abandoned, after a princess cut herself on her prop and had to be evacuated off stage. There was a good amount of blood. She never returned for the rest of the performance after that. It was only after everyone left, disappointed, that they finally discovered her body, every drop of her blood drained from her veins. It was the first time anyone had ever seen anything like it. The cold ones usually fed in secret. An atrocity like that back then was enough to lock the citizens in their homes for weeks on end. Sure enough, the theater was dammed cursed after that. By the time the actress was finally good and forgotten in the ground, television sets were already making its way to the market, and no one bothered to open up the theater again. It was generations after that Sirius and his sister followed the Nurse's wacky stories, looking for a good adventure, but found a new play pen instead.

He walked down the middle aisle and stood facing the stage. Strangely enough, he felt oddly out of place in his jeans and pale white muscle shirt. Everything from the seats to the cushions to the hardwood floor was stained some creamy shade of red… red like blood… as he turned around to see her enter.

Her blond hair was up in spikes, the few pieces that were too heavy to stay up lay like serpents around her shoulder. Her clothing consisted of red half see-through satin fabric, one piece like a tank top and the other like a giant square piece of fabric wrapped around her waist, the light weight of the cloth shifted under the slight draught of the open air of the hall. Her black under garment seen clearly, and he wondered how she managed to get here without being raped by some bum on the streets. Strapped to her thigh, he saw the sharp shimmer of a blade… striking him clearly against everything else about her that blended with her bloody surroundings.

"Who are you?" he called up the aisle to where she stood. Rhetorical question…he knew the answer already. "What do you want?"

"You."

Fuck. That question was even worse.

"And whoever you were with last night," her face was blank with no expression whatsoever, her voice contained just about the same amount of enthusiasm, if not less, which was hardly possible. She cocked her head to the side.

"He's dead."

"Then that just leaves you."


He was nothing as she expected. He was only a child god dammit! Couldn't have been older than herself. Well, in human years that is. She could have outdone his great, great, great, great grandpa, and he's grandpa too for that matter. He wore very loose jeans and obviously the same shirt as last night, considering the very faint smell of alcohol, sweat and blood. And good god! His hair looked as if it hadn't been in a mile of a pair of scissors for decades. It flopped in a forward motion like he'd been standing with his back to the wind. But underneath the brown locks, she could tell he had a very mature face, very reasonable, perhaps even handsome… back it up, back it up.

Agora knew that wasn't her place to judge, she shouldn't even have been thinking. The mission should take ten seconds tops. But the boy held more interest for her. In ways she envied him… he looked as if he had a very open life. He could have passed for a human if not for her sensitive nose…living amongst the humans.

"You can take your pick. Would it be the jugular, the pulmonary, the Popliteal, or the great saphenous that you'd want me to slice?" Her fingers wrapped themselves around the hilt of the tiny blade strapped to her thigh, bringing it into clear view, "the penalty for murder is de-."

He couldn't help let out a laugh.

What- what? That nerve! What could possibly be so funny?

"I'm sorry. Penalty for death?! I bet you can't even count how many you've killed over the years with all the hair on your head."

"Those deaths were necessary. There's a difference." She could hear the edge in her voice and pulled it back immediately. But it was too late, he'd already heard it and raised a brow, "Keith was part of a very important branch of the clan, his prosperity would have meant something grand for-."

"So what you're saying is that only the death of your species matter."

"No. That's not what I mea-"

"Oh wait, no that was my mistake. Let me rephrase that. Only the deaths that matter are the deaths of your species from important branches." Clearing his throat and added on that last part.

No answer.

"Is that …what you believe in?" He smirked, nodding at her.

No answer.

She knew what he was saying made sense. Technically, she'd thought about it herself long ago, but was never brave enough to crystallize that thought. It stayed cloudy, in the back of her mind while she was taught to recite the accepted theory to their feeding habits. Even now she believed that to be true…because she knew nothing else other than the clan. What others thought, what reality was like outside, she knew none of, and always thoughts that these things were just too far beyond her reach to actually take seriously. The accepted theory…

"We are the more dominant species. We have earned the right over centuries since the beginning of time, since it age of the medieval empires, the power. In the animal kingdom, only the strong survive. Tell me, what fault is there for the strong to eliminate those that will perish anyways?"

Her tone changed. With every word she strode closer and closer towards him, until his back pressed against the front of the stage, her knife only a few feet away from him. At this distance, a second would be more than enough time to end it. And as for that tiny glimmer of hope that came with her brief uncertainty…well, it disappeared. Sirius gulped.

"It was nice talking to you. Goodbye."


He took that as a cue and flipped backward onto the stage. Shit! There was a reason why wolves always hunted in groups. Not because they were weak creatures, because they weren't, the teenage female able to flip a full grown sumo wrestler over her back. No one mentions this, but it can't be ignore, the exceptional difference in strength between them and the cold ones.

He rushed away from the edge, but she was already in motion. Before he could turn she was already behind him in midair, knife over her head, bringing it down into the back of his skull. He managed to turn just in time to see the blade pass down in front of his eyes, like a lightning bolt, the essence of the blade remained in the air.

No time to recover from the shock, he acted on instinct alone while his mind scrambled to believe that he didn't die from that. Sirius grabbed her hand that held the blade and socked his other fist into her temple. As his fist retrieved from its connection, a drop of blood flew in midair. It was his own.

Agora was a little dazed to be hurling back from a blow that she was obviously not expecting. Not back. Your average werewolf would have died after a blow like that. The majority of them would even have realized she was behind them. She wasn't exactly concerned about whether or not she could win this, just a little surprised.

She was definitely impressed. He didn't let her off the hook. Before she'd finished spinning from his blow, he was already on her. Not standing to one side and thinking, 'wow. I actually hit her' like they do so often in the movies. He didn't give her a chance to find her feet. Agora felt something hard land in her abdomen and countered by lashing her blade out.

He jumped back as she waved it a few more times. He could see the trail of the blade remaining in the air even after it'd already passed. Transform… She was already in his face. Transform god dammit! He didn't get a chance to find himself before it came, faster than a bullet at him. The most he could do was hold out his arm in the split second he was given, allowing the blade to break through his skim in between the two bones of the forearm.

"Gah!..." Sirius bite back the pain and wretched his arm to the side, trying to jerk the blade from her grasp.

She almost lost it for a moment. But at the last moment her fingers managed to clamp around the hilt. Agora spun around pulling the knife from his flesh, and as she spun to face his once more, plunging the blood stained knife back into his chest…in a motion so swift, the audience would be confused.

He let out a gasp, feeling something heavy suddenly land on his chest. They stood like that for a moment, like a tableau, frozen in place. It took a while for the pain to materialize, as he slowly bent forward, breathing hard. Then finally collapsing at her feet, arms around his body, as she drew the knife slowly from his flesh.

"You know…" Agora said rubbing her cheek, "I quite enjoyed that, no one had ever smacked me like that, well, at least not in the last decade," Raising the knife over his skull as he looked back up at her with a painful expression, trying desperately to keep the blood that flowed through his fingers constricted. Agora watched him lower his head, waiting for her…

"Brother?"

Sirius jerked his head up at the sound of her voice.

Kimmy poked her head out from behind the thick curtains. He'd promised to play with her… The little girl was half to tears, gripping the thick red velvet cloth in a death grip. "brother….?"

Agora looked shocked. Her hand frozen over his head, forgetting about finishing the task she was given, "You have a…" She back away from him, down the stairs, up the hall…

He didn't know exactly what it was that made her spare him like that, definitely something about Kimmy. But he didn't stay awake long enough to think about what it was. All he remembered was his vision going, and the relief of the hardwood planks against the side of his head….

"Brother!"