A Merry Bar Fight
Yes my brothers and sisters of Fanfiction! I am now back once more with a whole new adventure planned for you! So, as you have read in previous stories of mine you'd see my OC RDJ, and the OC Lila from Lilamacaw meeting, falling in love, and living happily ever after!
Even though I do love my OC and the coupling with Lila…there is one couple that everyone here must know about! Baring in mind the two OC's I have borrowed for this story aren't ones I've borrowed in the past. Nor have you read them in a story before. So now I am pleased to being to you a brand new story that you can…really sink your teeth into? Eh? Eh?
(Grasshoppers making noises in the wind…)
Hmmm…tough crowd? Anyway…I bring to you my new story 'Lust For Love Or Lust For Blood'! Starring 2 OC's I have borrowed from the incredible SineNomine! Who is a very good friend of mine. And their art is absolutely beautiful and creative. They deserve a lot of higher praise for the hard work they do! So…I'm so excited for this new and exciting story! Let's get right into the action!
December 24th Christmas Eve…
Ahhhhh…Christmas! The most magical time of the year to celebrate the birth of Jesus himself. A time for giving, sharing, loving and laughing. Not to mention being all festive and cheerful.
From giving presents to each other to slaying down the hills on slays. Eating that famous Christmas feast to playing games with family and friends.
Even being around close ones that you make feel whole and complete! Now that is the joy of Christmas!
"Christmas time! Mistletoe and wine! Children singing…" Right through the gaps of a broken front door that's almost been ripped off it's hinges was gradually pushed open. By a figure in a dark brown cloak.
Music was heard from the gaps in the door, and the figure wearing the cloak looked like he wanted to just get in there without any trouble.
But that's not really going to be an easy task for them…as the door opened up to a particularly rough bar scene, filled with thugs and bandits of all kinds.
"Oi! You lost again! Pay up!" A very rough looking blue throated man growled sinisterly at a scrawny looking pink macaw. Who had been shivering so much from the way he was being threatened in such ways.
"I'm sorry! Here! Take it! T-Take it and leave me be!" The male pink macaw ran away out of the bar. Pushing past the figure in the cloak, who revealed to be a male of some species of blue macaw.
Although you couldn't really see much of their face due to their hood covering up most of their appearance. You could just about see his bright red eyes piercing through the shadow of his cloak.
His build was incredibly impressive! He had a great physique with rock hard abs and a six pack. Along with great biceps, triceps you name it! He was at a peak level of fitness!
"Yo kid?! Do you mind?! I'm trna collect my winnings here?" The blue throated man got into the way of the figure. Pushing right past him to pick up the money he had dropped. "Oh by the way, your friend was in here earlier. Looking for you."
"Where is he now…" The male spoke in a serious manner, as the bartender brought him a glass of bourbon on the rocks. "Appreciated." He rose his glass and took a sip, wiping his beak after.
"In the booth. He said he had a job opportunity."
"Ahhhhh good! Money has been tight since the group got a new leader."
"Tell me about it. I gotta scam every young prick that comes in here looking to be stupid." The blue throated man chuckled after putting all his winnings away in his wallet. Before giving his friend a $20 bill. "The money I owe you from last week. Anyway, I best leave you to it. By the sounds of it, he sounded keen to tell you about the job."
The man nodded his head and proceeded with caution when it came to approaching a VIP booth in the far back corner of the bar.
As he approached the booth, he noticed that another figure had been sitting there reading what looked like a newspaper in their hands.
The figure revealed to be a male blue and gold macaw. Who just like the blue figure had a very strong physical appearance. Much stronger than his to say the least. He too had rock hard abs with a six pack, biceps, triceps etc. And he opted to go for a black cloak himself. And instead of having piercing red eyes. He had bright crystal blue eyes.
"RDJ?" The male called out to the blue and gold man who he just referred to as RDJ.
Upon hearing the friendly voice, RDJ closed the newspaper and placed it down on the table.
"Ahhh good. Great to finally have you along Vincent. Please, sit." RDJ politely suggested to him. As his friend sat opposite of him on the other side of the booth. "Listen, I already ordered you the bourbon because I figured you were up for hearing some good news for a change?"
"Well it's about time dude! Last job we had we nearly got killed…" He rolled his eyes, earning a scoff from his friend. "What?"
"YOU nearly got killed! I had to drag your butt out through the sewage pipes remember?" The blue and gold man rolled his eyes in annoyance. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say your stance wasn't strong enough! And you couldn't even take down that harpy eagle with the crossbow!"
"Yes yes. Please could you help yourself by not announcing it to all the locals in Rio! Just tell me what the job is." Vincent appeared to want to get straight to the point. So without messing around, RDJ pulled out his a rucksack next to him some papers.
"Right…Now…I couldn't get us a target on the golden list this week…"
"Ahhhhh what?! No no no! Dude this is getting ridiculous now!" Vincent was about to stand up and storm off. But he got pulled back down. "I can't keep doing these shit jobs that barely make more than $200! We got to aim bigger than that!"
"What is the problem? I told you that the vigilante business is far busier than what it used to be. Especially around this time of year." RDJ sighed after placing his drink down on the table. "And we got paid $900 last week for taking down the Japanese brothers who killed and raped over 50 women?"
"But that was on the silver list for over a decade! Then they bunked them up to gold the day after we were given the contract! We got lucky that time!"
"Luck isn't always about being in the right place at the right time Vin! It's about being patient and working your way up to gain a reputation as a good killer." His friend explained in depth, despite the fact his friend carried on ranting.
"We can't keep taking these…shit paid jobs! We got to be more ambitious than that! Reputation or not! We are worth more than the $100 bounties on the bronze and silver list! I'd rather us aim for the big bucks for a change of pace."
"That is why…I managed to pull some strings…and I got us a target on the platinum list!" RDJ grinned and pulled out some forms along with some classified stamps on the front. "Merry Christmas!"
"Pl-Pl-Platinum? Platinum! Those jobs have a bounty of at least $2000?! How did you manage to get one of those?"
"As I said. Reputation has a way of telling the boss to offer us more well paid jobs. And this one…this will be the best job we could be offered! So I took it as soon as it had been offered to us!" RDJ grinned and gave him a couple of papers to look at.
"You asshole! Don't scare me like that!" Vincent shoved him lightly with a smirk, sitting back down opposite his friend. "So who's the target, and what's the bounty on their head?"
"It's a little more than most targets. Plus the boss wants us to capture them alive! And if we do, they will pay us double the original bounty." He explained whilst setting the forms down on the table in front of him. "And besides…I feel like now you are ready to face the trial day in the new year."
"You mean…to be a…certified…vampire hunter?! Are you…Are you serious?!" Vincent's eyes lit up in excitement. Taking a closer look at the main form in front of him.
"Yep. I spoke to our boss yesterday and he agreed to let you join the hunt with me tonight."
"What made him finally change his mind?"
"There was…another bloodbath last night…" The blue and gold macaw shook his head in disgust. "Only this time, there were no survivors."
"The whole group? Weren't there like…7 of them?" Vincent's eyes widened in horror at the very thought of such scenes.
"Ripped apart. One by one. Torn limb from limb." The very thought of it makes his skin crawl. "Yeah…there have been a lot of vampire cases in the last 8 months. But this one…this one isn't like the others." He opened up one of the case files and passed it over to his best friend. Who examined the cause of death from each and every one of those hunters.
"Jill Mavaiz, scarlet macaw, aged 20. Her beak ripped off her face, her legs ripped off. Several abrasions to the head, knees and ribs. One of her breasts ripped off! How does that even happen? Neck snapped in half and spine shattered! Holy shit!"
"That's not even the worst one…Look at number 3" RDJ pointed to the third one on the list.
"Okay…Christina Cardozo, brown sparrow, aged 25. Eyes ripped from her skull, nose torn from skull. Knee caps busted and legs severed as if attacked by a hundred power drills. Heart devoured and lungs ripped out of chest? Neck twisted in a 360 and ripped from shoulders. And…throat ripped from the inside?! This is fucked up!" Vincent knew how to kill with a dagger or any other weapon or opportunity. But this…this was enough to even make his stomach turn.
"7 of the best hired by our group. Two of them being new. I've never seen anything quite like this! Although…that's not even the weirdest part…"
"What do you mean?" He rose his eye in curiosity.
"Despite there being no survivors…a local passing by watched the entire thing! Couldn't see who the vampire was…but they saw their eyes! It's as if they turned from a bright red like yours…but when they devoured the blood of those poor hunters…the eyes turned purple when attacking them. As if they were…lusting for their blood."
"But how did they not see who this…thing was? Surely if they notice the eyes they could see the rest of them right?"
RDJ pulled his hood down to reveal his face, and he narrowed his eyes in a serious manner. "This particular vampire was lightning fast! Took down four of the master vampire hunters. Including two of the newest recruits. And one of the latest to be promoted to apprentice vigilante. This job is much harder than anything we have ever faced in the past before. So we need to be fully prepared for something this horrific…"
"Holy shit…So…how did you end up getting this job? You are only a vampire hunter at Adept level. And I haven't even been given the rank of one ye…"
PSSSSSSSHHHHH!
Suddenly a group of fairly strong military macaw men all came strolling into the bar together as a unit. The sound that was heard, was a couple of smashed glasses from a few of the locals who stood stock still in fear. Staring at the group as if they were a humongous threat to them.
"Hmmmmm…" The one at the front was a 5ft 11 male with bulging arms and legs. Along with broad shoulders, and a strong physique. Compared to the others who were all pretty skinny…he must have been their leader. "Those of you pricks who are either not a vigilante or a hunter…get out!" He snarled in a fearsome voice.
Upon arrival, the majority of the public felt threatened by their presence alone. And didn't intend on suffering a beating from them. Scaring them out of the door one by one…all apart from the barmaid who was stopped by one of the group of men. "Hmmm…I like this one! Can I keep her boss?"
The female shivered in fear, wanting him to leave her alone.
"No! Let go of her now Adrian!" The leader referred to his associate as Adrian. Who nodded his head and obeyed his master. Letting go of the poor girl, who now just wanted to flee the scene and not stop running.
As the locals fled the bar, the atmosphere in there had fallen pretty silent. As the only people remaining were the 6 gang members. RDJ, Vincent and the bartender. Who now just rolled his eyes and sighed, as once more he lost a lot of business for the day. Considering that it was Christmas Day after all.
"Barkeep! Get us 3 bottles of scotch! 6 glasses! And ughhhh…same again for those two over there!" He referred to the duo sat in the corner.
Vincent seemed to be the only person out of himself and RDJ who was angered by their presence. As his friend only put his thumb up at them as a thank you.
"Why don't we teach those guys a lesson dude?!"
"Vincent…stay out of their way! It's best that you just keep your head down and beak shut. Last thing you want to do is cause trouble…" He snapped in a quiet and serious tone. Right before returning to his notes on the sightings of the vampire they intended to hunt.
The bartender came over to them with a bottle of bourbon. A bottle of water. And a bottle of whiskey. With two glasses and ice in the one where the whiskey would go. "Your drinks guys. On the house…" The bartender placed the drinks down and then carried the tray back to the bar. Where he started to clean down before the night was finished.
"You honestly expect us to sit here and allow them to treat people like that?!" The man with red eyes snarled and curled his hand into a fist. "You really want to sit back and do noth…"
"Yes and you know why! Now just sit there and read the notes I gave you! We leave in an hour."
"But…"
"Well well well! If it isn't Vinnie the Pooh and RD-Gaywad!" The leader once more poked into them for fun and leapt into the booth. Sitting right besides an already irritated Vincent.
"Hello Omar. It's been a while." The blue and gold man bluntly revealed his name, without even giving him a glance.
"It has buddy! Ooooh…you guys got the platinum list? Don't mind if I do…" Omar was just about to snatch the bounty form out of their hands. But Vincent soon slammed his fist down on top of the bottom half. Causing him to stop moving the poster. "Hahaha…And ummmm…what do you think YOU are doing kiddo?"
"This is OUR bounty Omar…" He growled in an enraged expression. Picturing himself slamming Omar's head on the table so many times until his head splits open like a watermelon. But for the sake of him doing as he was told…he refrained himself from trying anything reckless.
"Oh? Is that right now? Because you see…you're not good enough to be a vampire hunter. You are just some street rat that yoir little buddy plucked you off the street!"
"And yet he has more talent than you who has been living with daddy. While you suck his dick to buy your fancy equipment." RDJ spoke up without even looking up from his forms. Not wanting to pay him any attention.
"And you have to lick out your wife…oh wait…she's dead!" Omar rudely brought up a sensitive subject for the muscular macaw. Who all of a sudden felt a strong warmth of rage in the pit of his stomach. "Hmmm she was a hot piece off ass wasn't she? Nice big tits, big soft butt, and I bet her pussy tastes like mango…"
RDJ tightened the grip of his hand on the leather seat he sat on. So much that he dug his fingers deep in the seat.
"You probably killed her along with the rest of those hunters that had gone missing!" Vincent defended his friend, who still say there with a boiling rage inside him.
"Ahhhh hahaha! You are one funny dude! But despite your stupidity, I still don't see how you were able to get this job?!"
"Well we did get it. And it has been given to us because the boss trusts us. So do us all a favour and go back to your drinks. We don't want any trouble." RDJ replied in a calm manner. "Why don't you leave the platinum bounty to the professionals. And you can handle the silver bounty of the 31 year old junkie flashing children in the parking lot?"
Omar in an angered state picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured it over Vincent's head with a smug look on his face. "Ooops…my bad." He also spat on his lap and threw the bottle on the table. Smashing it in front of RDJ. Who at this point was still shaking from the comment about his wife.
Omar chuckled in a sadistic manner and proceeded to make his way back over to his friends. But before he could even get back to the table, he felt the tapping of footsteps leading to him from behind.
"What do…OOOOOF!" RDJ noticed the way his friend was about to get up and retaliate. But, to avoid him getting absolutely beaten by the group of gangsters…he stormed up to Omar and punched him brutally in the face, sending him flying into a table head first. Breaking it upon impact when he landed. Then he took the papers and put all of them into his bag. Before tossing it over to the bartender to hold onto them for safe keeping.
"Now that wasn't very nice was it? That was such a waste of good scotch." He sarcastically spoke and got himself into a fighting position.
"You fucking dickhead!" Adrian growled and went straight for the muscular macaw, who suddenly felt Vincent grabbing him by the arm and then felt a blue fist collide with his face. Knocking him flat down on the floor.
Two more came running straight towards Vincent, who almost at the speed of a bullet picked up a pool cue and snapped it in half. Right before ramming one pointed end through one of their hands. Then used the other one to smack the other on the back of their neck.
RDJ picked up an ash tray and tossed the ashes from used cigarettes in someone's eyes, giving them a good sting. Then be used one strong palm of his hand to crack him on the forehead of his opponent. Causing him to stumble and fall over clutching onto his aching head.
"SHIT! LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!" The one remaining gangster picked up the inured Adrian and helped him stumble out the front door.
Followed by the two that Vincent was easily beating up, along with the two that RDJ had defeated easily.
As for Omar…he had a difficult time stumbling to his feet he felt two strong blue hands grab him by his shoulders. Lifting him up off of the ground and shoving him towards the exit.
"You better get out now! Or next time…none of you would be walking out of here!" The red eyed male snarled whilst tapping a finger on top of a dagger in his holster.
"Haaa…Haaaa…This…Is not…Over! You two enjoy your 'Contract' while you can! Just don't expect me to smile over your carcasses when they are left rotting in the streets!" He spat on the floor in front of them and stormed out of the bar in a huff. Realising his shoulder was still in pain from the fall. "Ahhhh fuck! Damn those vigilantes! I'm gonna end both of them when I get the chance!"
"Yeah you better run!" RDJ bellowed out the front door, sticking his middle fingers up at them as they ran off into the night.
"So much for not causing trouble…" Vincent sarcastically spoke with a smirk, leaning up against the podium by the front door.
"Well they deserve it. Besides…we have to save up our energy for tonight! Tell you what…meet me at my place tonight. I'll bring the beer, and you bring the garlic." The blue and gold macaw smiled and fairly quickly caught his bag of papers that the bartender threw to him. "Thanks Don! See you tomorrow night!"
"Later RDJ. Stay safe out there." The blue throated man who revealed to be naked Don sniffed the counter for any chance of finding drugs. Because he wanted to collect and sell it on the side. Shifty business that, but he had to make money to feed his family. Just like the rest of them. "Hey Vin. Come here a sec."
"Don?" He sat down on the stool by the bar, and the macaw poured him a glass of bourbon.
"Why do you wanna risk your life like that kid? Ever thought of making something of yourself?"
"Nah not really. I was born into the vigilante game. So it's the only life I know."
"But don't you want something more out of life instead of chasing beings with fangs? Or maybe killing bad men and women across the country?" He explained in a low tone, as he felt so strongly about him. "Listen…have you even thought of settling down with someone? Getting married? Having kids?"
"No…I intend not to make any girl my own. I'm only a quick one night stand per woman kind of guy. I don't do 'Relationships'." He did air quotes to emphasise what he was saying.
"Well…all I'm saying is…be careful while you're out there kid. Or you're gonna end up like RDJ's wife." Don remarked sadly, beginning to close up his bar so he could go home and spend some time with his family on Christmas.
"He never…he never told me what…really happened to her? He only told me that a vampire killed her?" Vincent thought out loud, pulling his hood down only briefly to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Mostly because it was such a painful memory for him, he probably never likes to speak on such things. Who knows? Maybe one day he will come clean on the whole situation. But as for now though, just…keep your eyes out for any trouble okay?"
"Don't worry. I'm a vigilante Don. I'll be fine!" He once more pulled his hood back over his head, and exited the bar to go over to his place to pick up some garlic.
Just as he was leaving…he paused only briefly in the middle of the side walk.
As he did so…his eyes narrowed in a curious manner. As he focused his vision down a pretty pitch black alleyway in front of him.
Two small red ball objects appeared to be floating in mid air in the centre of the shadows.
"What…the…hell?" As he examined them a little closer…it appeared that may have been more than a couple of small red orbs. But as he was attempted to walk down the alley, he felt his cell phone ringing from within his pocket. "Aaaaah fuck! Damnit! That scared the shit outta m…"
As he only turned away for a moment to take his phone out. The two red orbs were no longer there? As if…they had vanished into thin air.
Vincent didn't think much of it and shrugged his shoulders.
Walking down the dark streets of Rio this time of night is probably single handedly one of the scariest places to be this time of night.
Trouble lurks around every corner from drunken brawls, thugs robbing innocent civilians, kidnapping, even murder!
In the life of a vigilante, Vincent always wanted to help as many people as he could. Because even though he appeared to be a loner and only either worked alone or with RDJ…he still had a big heart when it came to innocent people.
"One day…things will be different!" He spoke to himself out loud, right after crossing the road at a pretty dead street. With nothing but silence filling the area.
Even though he appeared to be all alone…something flashed by him like speed of light. Completely weird for him considering he couldn't see what it was.
"Huh?" Checking over his shoulder, he noticed that once more the two bright red orbs he saw earlier on appeared from behind a parked car. "Hello? Who is that?!" He asked impatiently, hovering his hand over the tip of his dagger handle. "What do you want?!"
If things weren't weird enough already…both of the small red orbs gradually began to turn a bright purple colour. And both of them glistened in the night…something he had never seen before.
"What…the…fu…"
BRRRREEEEEEEEEEP!
"OFF THE STREET JACKASS!" An elderly scarlet macaw screeched put her front window. As she flashed her headlights at the man in the brown cloak. Who stood there clueless in the middle of the road. "GO ON! MOVE YOUR ASS!"
"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to…HEY?!" Pretty soon he felt a cold liquid being thrown at him. And it actually appeared to be half a strawberry shake from McDonald's. "What a fucking bitch!" He barely got any of himself, apart from his shoulder which was easily cleanable.
But as he glanced back over to the shadows once more…the two purple orbs were no longer there.
"Ughhh…I knew I shouldn't have had that 4th glass of bourbon." He thought to himself out loud whilst shaking his head.
Even though he made his way into his home to get what he needed…what he hadn't realised was that someone or…something was observing him from a distance. All you could see was their beak emerging from the alleyway. But without getting a proper look at the face…there's no knowing who that could be.
So obviously I know it's not Christmas Eve for another couple of days. But I was so excited about writing this next story that I couldn't wait to start it! So in this chapter we have obviously met the very handsome and charming Vincent the blue spix's macaw. Who by the way is an OC of SineNomine. Who once again I thank them for allowing me to use their OC. If you want to imagine what he looks like, then you can find their art on Instagram! Give them a follow and take a look at their beautiful masterpieces! Anyway I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and I'll see you all for the next one!