The Saints Are Coming (Closed to Cain)

The city of New Orleans was new to the psychotic blue menace known as Volt, and he hadn't explored much since Shade's relocation from New York. Come to think of it, he hadn't even broken the law yet! This certainly needed to be fixed. Jake dashed from his hammock by the water to the exit of Shade's base. Taking a only a moment, he spun up a joint and sparked it, inhaling the marijuana smoke and exhaling through his nose. "Ah, that's the stuff..." he said as he left the base and ran into the city to have some fun.

A few minutes later, Volt found himself in the French Quarter, next to a bar called Scraggly's Waterin' Hole. The place seemed pretty skeevy, especially at this time of night, and he was feelin' the vibes. Let's see what kinda bullshit I can get myself into in this place. Jacob thought to himself before walking in. He walked into the place, noticing that it looked a lot like an old western saloon. Immediately upon entering, he drew attention. His spiky blue hair and pale white skin drew the eyes of almost every person in the place, and none of them looked very friendly. "Whatsup, fuckers?" Volt said with a smile. "You guys don't look too happy, especially not that guy!" He pointed to a chubby man with a beard. "That guy looks pissed! Wait, is he trying to go to the bathroom? No, I was right the first time, he's just pissed."
The chubby man stood up, and started shouting "HEY FUCK YOU MAN, I'LL FUCK YOUR DAY UP!"

"Woah woah woah!" said Volt. "You need to chill your chubby cheeks down and relax broski. My day isn't getting fucked up by you, or your ugly ass beard hairs." The man's face turned bright red and his friends got up to support him. They walked up to Jake and pinned him to the wall. "You're in for an ass kicking, pussy." the man said, close enough that Jake could taste his breath.
"You know that's just gross. Putting ketchup on sushi? I can fucking smell that on your breath. Nasty." The man's friends looked at him, and he shrugged his shoulders. "What? It tastes good!"
Volt laughed and let out a quick shockwave, painfully electrocuting the three men to death. "Shit! This guy is a meta!" said someone else in the bar. Quickly multiple guns were pulled, and Volt found himself in somewhat of a situation. "Guys guys guys... I'm sure we can work this out somehow?"

((Love the title, great song btw xD))
The city of New Orleans was certainly not the Lon Vampire's usual place of residence but it would have to suffice for now as Elena Marie had relocated all the members of 'Shade' there while New York was slowly being rebuilt. He hadn't done much recently sense his return to the states, hell he hadn't done much sense his return from the land down under. Speaking of not doing much of that was exactly what he was doing now, as he was sitting in some old bar in the French Quarter. He wasn't even sure what it was called, Sketchy's waterin hole or something like that. He didn't care all he knew was they had good raw steak, just the way he liked it. That and it was somewhat quite and everyone was leaving him alone, because they either didn't care who he was or wasn't dumb enough to do anything about it. Which was fine with him, he was not in the mood to have to rip someone's jugular out today.

At least that's how things were going until some wise ass decided to bust open the door of the bar and presented himself to everyone like he owned the damn place. It took Cain a bit to realize who it was, really it took him up to the point where he electrified the three guys, but lets not note that shall we? When he did though he let out a low chuckle, going to turn and continue with his raw bloody steak until just about everyone in the bar pointed their guns at Volt. Rolling his eyes he stood up and had all the shadows in the bar raise up and dance around the bag 'o bloods. "Why don't we all just sit the fuck down and enjoy our meals or drinks before I rip a hole in every one if your jugulars then drink your blood from your bleeding corpses." He spoke out just loud enough for all of them to hear. Thankfully they were smart enough to know when to backdown, not one person in the room hadn't heard of The Lord of Shadows.

Scoffing he sat back down waving over his 'fellow Shade member' and took another bite out of his steak. If he remembered right Volt was the one who smoked a lot and didn't seem to be too bright, and that was coming from psychotic, batshit crazy man who believed he was a vampire. "Next time you come to a bar, make sure I'm not in it before you decide to piss everyone inside it off. Your lucky you didn't touch my steak... and Elena woulda tried to kill me with her fancy lights if I killed you." He muttered just loud enough for the electric man to hear him before leaning back in his chair ever so slightly. "So, what brigs you all the way out here and where's your buddy... Uhh, Techno dude?" Names, names were not something Cain cared about, specially not when he could crush them all with a blink of an eye or flick of his wrist.

Just as Jacob was about to unleash his wrath upon everyone in the bar, every shadow in the room started dancing, and of all people the Lord of Shadows himself stood up and made everyone calm the fuck down. Cain gestured to Volt and Jake walked over to his fellow psychopath. "Sorry 'bout the ruckus man, I guess I'm just not good with people." he said with a crazed grin. "And Tek's workin' on some new invention in his workshop and doesn't have time to play." After ordering a drink from the bar, he pulled out a blunt and sparked it. Taking a few hits, he looked at Cain's raw steak and laughed. "I have a joke somewhere in my head about vampires and steaks, but I don't wanna be racist." he cackled.

After a few minutes, Volt had a crazy idea. "So man, what's it like bein' a.. vampire-demon-shadowmaster guy?" He paused for a moment to think and then continued. "Like, what do you do for fun? Are there fringe benefits? Do you get sexy bitches? Do you get to live forever? Does it make your wang bigger? Is there a health care plan? Do you have to sleep upside-down? How many times a day do you have to drink blood? Does blood taste like V-8? Can you go out in the sun if you bring an umbrella? Have you seen the movie The Lost Boys? Can you turn into a giant bat monster? Does it hurt getting turned into one? Can you still go to the movies? Can you still celebrate Christmas?" he said incredibly quickly. He looked to Cain and smiled innocently, but the psychotic look in his eye never faded.

((Yeah, we're in New Orleans, so I felt the song fit. But sorry about the shortish post, my time has been cut short and I have to go out for a while.))

"Oh, you don't say? I never would have noticed." Cain said as dryly and sarcastically as he could in response to the first thing the man known as Volt said when he came over to him. As Volt ordered his drink Cain continued to eat his steak and drink out of his wine glass that contained, well blood. What else was the New York Vampire to drink? The delicious red mercury was a drink only fit for the gods and it was a drink Cain would happily consume for the rest of his life if need be. A slight smirk came to his face when the electric man mentioned a joke about vampires an stakes, but alas the end wasn't as funny as he hoped. Who cared about sounding racist in New Orleans? Or was that Mississippi where everyone was racist?

The question came out randomly and it came out some what slowly but before Cain had any chance of answering it whatsoever a multitude of questions followed suit. He blinked trying to catch and listen to all of them. All the while wondering if this guy had all of these questions piled up all the time and just now decided to ask them. Shaking his head Cain let out a sigh and tried to answer them the best he could. "I do whatever I want for fun, there are no fringe benefits and I get more bitches than you ever will." He smirked having the first couple down easily. "I don't live forever, I'm just harder to kill than humans and live longer than they do. There is no healthcare plan, blood tastes like the best wine you've ever had, and technically I only need to drink it once a week but I can drink as much as I want." Here he paused to take a mother bite of his steak and ten a drink of his glass of blood.

"No I can't go in the sun with an umbrella or even sunscreen that is pure bullshit, yes I've seen Lost Boys and its only got a couple of things correct. No I don't turn into a giant bat monster that's pure bull, and of course I can go to the movies? I'm a vampire not some freak, as to Christmas I could if wanted to. The crap about holy water, crosses, and religious artifacts is pure shit though you get hot enough fire or a weapon strong enough to cut my head off will do the trick pretty nicely. Anymore questions mr 'I don't want to seem racist'?" He asked with a sly smile on his face waving his hand back an forth a little bit making Volt's shadow swish back and forth, dancing to the slow music that was playing in the background.

Volt listened to his shadowy teammate answer all his ridiculous questions, something he did not honestly expect him to do. Holding in a chuckle, he took a hit of his blunt and exhaled. "That's fuckin' nice man." He said, pausing to offer the blunt to Cain. "You want some of this?" Jacob quickly chugged the rest of his drink and ordered another. Suddenly, two fashionably dressed men arrived, and much to Jake's surprise walked right past the three smoldering corpses and directly to the bar.

The maniacal jokester waltzed over to the newcomers with a cheeky grin and asked them a question that was sure to make things interesting. "Howdy fuckers, you wanna have a drinking competition? Me and my buddy over there against you and your... uh.. boyfriend?" Jacob took yet another hit of his blunt and once again offered it up, this time to the two men he had challenged. It had been a long time since Jake had had some good friendly alcohol filled fun. "Come on, whattya say? Let's get shitfaced!" Volt cackled, taking a gulp of his drink.

((Sorry for the short post, I'm watching my little brother at the same time and I didn't quite know how to respond to get a fight started. Also sorry it took so damn long. Life is a beach I'm just playin' in the sand.))

Cain denied the blunt that Volt offered to him quite quickly, it was nothing against the blue haired man it was simply the fact that he could not stand the smell of the things. He wasn't too sure why that was of course, but it had just been something he'd come to notice after smelling it night in and night out around the troublesome twosome of Tek and Volt. "I'll stick with blood and steak." He muttered to himself taking another bite before finishing with a sip of his glass of blood. To most it would seem he was simply having steak and wine but if they were to peer closer at the red liquid in the cup or dare to smell it they would certainly catch the odor of something certainly not wine. As he was about to take another bite more noise echoed from the entrance of the bar. This time belonging to one man and his...boyfriend perhaps, following suit after.

It seemed this night was about to get a little more interesting than Cain had originally planned after all. For not even two minutes after the black haired man, teen, whichever, sat down Volt felt the desire to rush over and engage in a conversation with the man. A conversation that of course just so happened to be a beer drinking contest and Cain himself was to be an unwilling participant in the ordeal. He could certainly opt out and until he was truly called upon to compete in said events that is what he planned on doing. His steak was more than enough to satisfy him and he was going to finish it if he had anything to say in the matter.

(Dont worry about it, mines pretty short as well))