Genessis mumbled something inaudible under his breath, James took it that he didn't want him to hear what he said anyway so he didn't ask. The cat skittered away, its fat body swaying after it. 

     "I wouldn't have taken you to be an animal lover." He said, half joking half serious. He just didn't have that look, he thought. "Anyways, its getting kind of late, not that I mind the dark or anything. But I wouldn't mind getting out of this part of the neighborhood before it gets too dark to see." The man chasing him threw the alley little over an hour ago flashed threw his head.

"No, I'm anti-vegan, unlike my sister...Uhh..Good idea, now make your magical plank of transportation move, I'll catch up,"  He said.

(Lol, I've always wanted to have a mid-evil charrie in the 12st century. XD)

     Raising his eyeborws at the 'magical plank' comment he moved forward, trying not to laugh. /Is this guy serious?/ He thought, he could see his house now, it was more like a mansion than a house, sitting on top of a hillside overlooking the city below it.

     He couldn't wait to be home all of a sudden, he sped up, mobing faster as he went.

(( sorry, braindead XD lol I couldn't help but laugh at the magical plank thing. Priceless. He is indeed an interesting chara ^^ *takes intelligant accent* ))

(Yeah, he's really intelegent, but is more old school. XD)

"So, this is your house?  It's a lot small than mine...Oh, wait, is this the stall for the horses?  How many do you have?  Does your breeder hazve specific ones?"

“Yeah, these are the stables. There are thirteen in here.” As he speaks you could tell that he didn’t think of the animals as objects, he really loved them. “Thirteen is an unlucky number if you think about it.” He said absent mindedly, “And the breeder favors Arabians. These are all pure bred, but I wouldn’t care if they were mixed breeds.” He walked over and scratched one on the nose. He knew each of the horses’ names.

     “Well, should we head inside?” He asked, turning to face him again.

(>_>'  Uhh..You got the joke of him lookign at the house, and havign one of those 'retro' moments, right?)

Inside the house, Genessis looked at the toaster. 

"Hnn.  An ob
ject to stick the interrogation victoms hands in.."  He looekd at the oven.

"A holding cell," He looked at a can opener. "To crack and or trist the interrogation victoms fingers off.

"And this is soem freezing device,"  He said, the opened the freezer, and pulled out a cherry lollipop. 

"Ah.  And this must be somethign to shove into their mouth's while imterrogating them, so freeze their lungs out, and eventually kill then," He then took out a chicken.

"Why where you interrogatign a duck, and why did you have to chop off it's head, and put it in plastic?  No matter,"  He then pulled out a gallon of ice cream.

"Ahhh.  Poison,"  He then closed it, and walked over to a cabinet under a sink, dismissing the sink as.

"For washign the blood" and took out a toilete plunger.

"*censored*!  This is great for removing their eyeballs! "  He then looked at an Island/  "So, this is the table?  Where are the shackles?"  He askled, eyeing it.

He then looked at a Blender. "To make them eat their own body parts...."  He was now fumbling with a mixer.

(( Sorry. I didn't know how he got 'stables' from anything so I just put something about stables and horses. Sorry, I was half asleep too. XD))

     James followed Genisses around the house, listening to him talk about common house hold appliance as if they were torturing stations of some sort. After he stopped at the mixer james couldn't hold it in any longer. "Thats great!" He chuckled, sitting on one of the counter chairs. "What century or you from anyways?" He said, grabbing an apple out of a bowl off of the counter and taking a bite. He meant it as a joke, not realizing just how close to home he reaslly was.

"AH!" He accidentally turned the mixing portion on and it almost 'took' his finger off, causing him to throw it across the room.

"Monster tried to kill me...Didn't know they were alive, but I vanquished it, and your safe now!"  He said, sitting on the chair.

"Now.  Why are we in your torture chamber?"  He questioned, looking around suspiciously. 

(Want to be an all=powerful vampire against an all-powerful as$as$in in an RP? :D)

(( 8D Sounds like my kind of RP! xD How did you know I wanted to be an all powerful Vamp? lol ))

     "We're... in the kitchen. And you just.. killed my mixer! How the heck am I supposed to make smoothies now?" It layed in the sink in ten different pieces. Its cord hung over the side of the sink, like a lifeless arm. "What are we supposed to do anyways! Now that my parents are..." he trailed off, feeling a lump in his throat. He cleared his throat.

(XD  I have ESP. :D)

"...Don't worry, I'll buy you a new attack mixer....They can't be that much now..."  He muttered sighing.

"Shouldn't you go to bed?"

(( 80 COOL! XD ))

     "Nah. thats fine. I've got plenty of money. besides, that one was about to stop working anyways." He got up to pick up the pieces from the sink and started throwing them away. He cut his finger on a piece of gl*censored* as he was throwing the last of it away. "Shi-" He shook his hand and looked at it, it started to bleed. "No... I don't have to go to bed, its only like..." He looked at the kitchen clock. "9:46." He grabed a paper towel and wrapped it around his fingure.

     "Are you planning on staying the night?" He asked, still looking down.

He looked at him, then his hadn.

"No, actually, I need to hunt for a stray cat, or something no one will miss....I'll be back, though,"  He said, getting up and leaving to find something he could kill and eat before he attacked the kid he was supposed to be keeping safe.

     "Hey, wait a second!" James said, throwing the paper towel away and grabed another one. He followed him. "Hunt? Why would you need to hunt anything?" He asked, having to almost run to keep up with him even though he was walking. "We were just in the kitchen!" He suddenly felt light headed and stopped running after him.

     Looking down at his fingure, he removed the paper and discovered that the gash was way deeper than he thought it had been. He realized he had been holding his breath, he turned around and headed for his bed room. They had fast it just a few seconds ago. He slipped inside, leaving the lights off and the door open a little. He walked over to her bed and sat down, turninf the light next to his bed on.

     He examined his fingure. "Damn, this is going to need stitches." She looked around the room for a sowing needle, he had patched himself up before and he was going to now. He found one and picked it up, black thread was already in it. Slowly, he removed the paper towel again and the blood rushed forward. He sighed, grabing a rag from his bedside table to bit onto and pierced the skin. He flinched but kept going.

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