A bloody Valentine (Levi DAmico)

[Ruby]

Today was a holiday that she never assumed or thought to send something special to a guy much less someone like Levi, but with her sense of humor he might find it either gross or just grin and take it. I mean what would one give to a monster such as him? A killer, a shadow, well a good fresh beating heart that was just removed from a fallen victim not moments before. The heart was still nice and warm and the smell of blood dripping off it would find his nostrils. The package was sealed shut so no blood would seep out of it. It was specially delivered to him with a note that read. Happy Bloody Valentine's day Levi.

[Levi DAmico]

Perhaps the most obvious reason for having a PO box was to avoid having questionable packages delivered to your home or work address. A little bit of subterfuge made the difference between being the worm that got eaten by the early birds and being the worm that got to sink back into the safety of the dark, rich soil everyday. It wasn’t the worst analogy that the Italian had ever applied to himself, but it was certainly pretty accurate, and he didn’t mind being thought of as a common earthworm if it meant that he was being overlooked as measly prey. It was that attitude which had helped him gain the strength he had, not to mention the fact that he had fallen into the category of Shadow when he had been turned into a Vampire. But, every once in a while, Levi forgot that he was playing the tactic of cloak and daggers, and lost his damn mind over the smallest insults.

There were a few days in the year when the Italian’s temper was at its worst. The most obvious date was his birthday - 10th October - in which he spent the entire day brooding and sulking over everything he had yet to achieve. Other dates just so happened to coincide with public holidays, but Levi would never entertain the possibility that it was because he was a bitter old man and secretly longed for the unconditional adoration of family members. He had been born to crows and raised by vultures - all he knew was how unconditional the petty squabbles could get. He’d watched boys killed over stupid **** like bottle caps and grew up to see those scraps of metal exchanged for paper bills. And he wasn’t immune to it. He’d shot out another man’s kneecaps because he had reached for Levi’s bottle of whiskey.

As it happens, pettiness and mindless violence had followed him into the world of blood and darkness as well. Every Vampiri he had ever known was either a complete psychopath or too apathetic about their condition to know what to do with their immortality. Levi had the rare benefit of sitting in both camps, but he didn’t want either camp leader sewing their badge to his shirt. Because he didn’t want to be like them and he certainly didn’t want them to be anything like him. When considering a solution to the problem of Harper Rock City and its overwhelming population of complete pricks, Levi came to the conclusion that the best thing for it was to arrange a nuke to drop in for a visit. Who knows, maybe they would all be obliterated before they had a chance to regenerate. Maybe they could finally die and ******* stay dead for long enough to give the world a chance to recover.

The Italian wasn’t expecting his fatalistic mood to brighten much before the weekend, before the march of La Festa Degli Innamorati had passed by like a bad smell. He nevertheless found himself smirking with sinister delight when he received Ruby’s package. That cold, lifeless muscle staring back at him from a cardboard rib cage was beautifully macabre. He appreciated her humour and found a quiet place to set the box and its contents on fire. Perhaps this was the start of a blazing romance.

[Ruby]

There was something about this man and she wanted to get to know him more. Its not often that she finds someone she can relate to, perhaps like a brother for now and maybe something more for later, but she was a bit scared of relationships as she has never been in one before and the fact her so called brother being overly protective at times, especially when it came to other men. She picked up her phone and glanced at the number she had set on speed dial, passing the floors pondering on what to do next. She lets out a soft sight and decided "what the hell all he could say was no."

She dialed his number and let the phone ring a few times and a recorder came on. She lets out a soft sigh and waited for the beep. Hi, its me Ruby, I hope you liked your gift and I was wondering if you would like to come by the Club and chit chat for a while. I'll be here most of the evening decorating it. That was the end of that before the beep went off again saying that was the time she had left to speak. She hung up the phone and glanced at the other messages that were there, which she had ignored for a while now and continue to ignore till she's ready to really sit down and do some texting. She turned back and worked on the flooring in the main club room.