[b][color=9e0b0f]Ved[/color][/b]
His head bobbed softly to an empty rythem, squatting in the cool, brisk, air on a street corner in downtown Brooklyn, New York. He watched his target approach, a young vietnamese man from New-Jersey. The man was a viligant hacker, and had uncovered the files regarding Ved's existence. Not surprising he was so good at it, 200 years of freetime and you learn to do a lot of things.

As he neared closer Ved stood up from the corner, stopping a random man with a single question.

[color=9e0b0f]"Yo nigga, you tryna hear me spit?."[/color]

The man laughed. "Show me what you got kid."

[color=9e0b0f]"Aight look.
Now see I don't fuck with vampires, cuz I don't wanna step out the door and get fired, shit I'd rather step on some blood turf with a wire, then be able to run and jump a lil bit higher."[/color]
The target was nearing, and seemed to be showing some interest in the young street artist
[color=9e0b0f]"I wouldn't give shit to stay outta the sun, even if I could live climbing a roof just to plunge, or eat a couple lead bullets just for fuckin fun. But yo I wouldn't hate all that extra human might."[/color] 
The target had stopped in front of him, smiling as he heard the lyrics.
[color=9e0b0f]"Ay yo, chink nigga you got a fucking light?"[/color]
The mans smile faded as ved released a blinding flash into his eyes, pulling a rather expensive looking handgun from his hoodie pocket and placing it on the mans forhead
[color=9e0b0f]"Say a pray bitch, welcome to the afterlife."[/color] 
He finished, firing several silver rounds deep into the mans skull.