Immortals War

[Angelus]

As you may or may not know by now my name is simply Alic. Only those close to me know my last name as I do not give it out lightly. I have been alive for just over five centuries and have had more than my fair share of enemies in the at time but that was before I found out that there are those of our kind who have been born that way, those who call themselves full bloods. I also found out that there is a war going between those who have been turned and those who have been born, a war that has been going on for centuries over mortals.

The main reason for this war is because the full bloods see mortals as nothing more than food where as half bloods like to interact with them. We do feed on mortals but if we do not have to then we will not. I for one have had many mortal friends taken from me because of this war.

I have always tried to keep myself, my wife Melissa and my family out of the war but it seemed that it always came looking for us, ready to drag us in. I almost had to kill my eldest son Michael because he had been dragged into this war and sided with the other full bloods but Melissa had pleaded with me and Michael came back to be with me. Now he fights by my side against others of his kind, other full bloods.

Recently I was asked to become a general in this war but when I turned it down, telling the main council that I had had enough of fighting they were shocked by my decision and told me that I was making a mistake. A large part, the soldier in me told me that they were right, that I should have accepted their offer but another part of me did not want that anymore. I did not want the people that I knew dragged into a battle just to be killed as I knew would happen. I had seen far too much of that during my years and previous life as a knight during The Hundred Years War.

After that the war seemed to get worse and it start to spill out into mortals everyday lives. There were newspaper reports of thing they had seen although those had been covered up as being tall tales. I knew they were not though and wondered just how far this would go before it escalated too far. It also made me wonder what I could do to stop the war or at least bring some sense to the full bloods. It was after one of my closest friends Vincent was killed in front of my eyes by a group of full bloods that I put my own life in danger.

I went after one of the full blood council by myself and after the fight that almost cost me my life I killed him, taking his head to our council of elders. I had hoped that the death of one of their council members would make them rejoice but was surprised when they told me they were going to step up their efforts to destroy the full bloods. They wanted to make me a hero but I turned them down, telling them that I would not be made a figure head to send more of our kind to their deaths.

They told me that they would end my life then and there but I told them that if they did they would have to explain why I had been put to death after what I had done. I walked out of the chambers hoping that the war would now leave me alone but did not realize just how wrong I was.

Several months later I was attacked by a large group of full bloods who were after revenge for the death of the council member. Just when I thought that once again I would lose my life I was saved by my coven who I had not seen in years.

They told me that I had to come back to Europe; that they needed as many skilled warriors of our kind as they could to fight in this war as they were now losing. I knew then that I had to rejoin my kind to help fight this war in order to save the ones that I loved the most; my family.

That is why I am now here in the land of my birth, England in the year 1900 to try and put an end to this war.

 

[rengadeirishman]

There is infinte beauty in the night. The light of the moon and the twinkling stars captivated the mind. Lord Ahrimand stood on the balcony of his london mansion and gazed upon the unfathomable majesty of the night, and breathed deep. This was a fine city to be sure, but he had seen many fine cities, Rome in particular was lovely before that blackguard Nero burned it down. Aye, it was beautiful, he had spent many long nights seducing the aristocratic trollops of the patrician class, ravishing their bodies before taking from them his sustenance. Damascus also was lovely in its time, Carthage, Alexandria, Thebes, Syracuse, Athens, Sparta (though it was a bit stark for his liking) Corinth, Prague, Bucharest, Budapest, Beijing, Kyoto, Punjab, Aksum, Vienna, Paris, Madrid, Dublin, Galway, Venice, Florence, Milan, Bologna. These and many more, although Babylon had been his favorite. Pity about its destruction, damn Selucids deporting all the citizenry.

He had been there when Rome fell, when Carolus Magnus was crowned holy roman emperor, when William the Bastard conquered England. He laughed at the English hatred for the French, most owe their family line to the French. He had lived for 8800 years. Can any mortal truly grasp what that meant? He was older then the concept of a city, older then mans use of metals, older then the sword. He remembered drinking from the first barrel of beer ever brewed, a potent mixture he had partook of whilst in Egypt. He was older then Christ, Muhammad, Buddha, or Moses. He had met Arthur, before the delusional Mallory wrote his fairy tale, and found him to be unimpressive. He witnessed the Fall of Troy to Mycenean swords, and had partook in the slaughter afterwards.

Lord Ahrimand, known by many as the right hand of the Devil, had seen these things, and remembered them all.

Now he sat on his balcony chair, a glass of absinthe in his hand, until he heard the commotion inside. He rose serenely, to find a badly wounded specimen being held up by two of his guards.

"My Lord, this halfblood scum attempted to break into your home." Ahrimand merely smiled, as he without care drew a rapier from its scabbard on his wall. It was a beautiful piece, and had been a gift from his dear friend Cardinal Richelieu of France. He placed the tip gently under the halfbloods chin, taking care to cut him just slightly.

"Well why would he do such a thing? Surely he cannot hope to have been able to defeat me? Why he is but a stripling, how old are you boy?" Ahrimand asked. The halfblood spit on him. The dark lord merely smiled and wiped his face off with a kerchief, before viciously slapping the captive with the flat of his sword.
"500!" the captive yelled, screaming in pain.
"500?" Ahrimand said, bemused. "A whole 500? Well now, a formidable warrior you must be." he said laughing. Without warning his face turned feral and he yanked the halfblood from the ground by his neck, holding his sword in his right hand.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" he roared. "I was ancient before your parents ill-advised copulation produced you. I am He-who-thirsts, I am the Red Death, I am the right hand of the Devil. I bent Pharoahs to my will, and watched empires crumble before your ancestors ancestors great grandparents left their mother's breast. I destroyed entire nations from within before yours existed. You and your clan are as nothing to me. I could go now and slice through your comrades like butter if I so wished it. Look upon me and know this to be true, before i grant you final death." Ahrimand commanded the Halfblood, who stared at him dumbly, before he took off his head with a mighty swipe. "Pathetic."

 

[let3us2be1free0]

Stalker and his master

Stalker was crawling through a sewer, looking for his prey. He was on a hunt for master. It was training to be able to stalk even in the sewers, and he was getting better. He could now stand the smell and traveled rather quickly, without noise. He had been at it for 2 weeks, eating dayly without being detected, growing weaker, but stronger at the same time. He was finally zeroing in, about to get the kill.... when boom!

A trap sprung up, and he was caught.

"Never forget that the enemy can trap you". His master came around the corner, pleased at his work.

"yes, my master".

"You did well, but now is not the time to discuss. We must feed you, or else you might go rabid, and become an animal, and i would be forced to kill you".

They exited the severs and hunted a human, drinking then bathing and going to their home, and appartment near a cemitary. Stalker was used to all manner of exercizes.

He had walked the greatwall of china(Nearly dying) and had jumped from tall buildings countless times, getting stronger. He had also roofjumped, gaining streanth and agility that way.

Now he was needed. His master said there was war, and he would fight. He himself did not care yet about the war, just finishing his training, as him master had said he would. He spent the rest of the time resting and exercising, regaining his senses, especialy of smell.

 

[bigJD69]

Nicholas sat cross leg, holding a glass of wine, on an old chair, stearing at the enterace to this grand hall of his home with a slight grin on his face as he could here his enemy scuttle around out side the hugh oak doors.

time passed and hecould hear and smell the blood being spilled outside his door it smeled so fresh and sweat, he could not contain himself and let out an almighty laught and cryed "In here, come to me in here, to and play this last song of WAR!"

a few seconds passed and just as he was finishing his last drop of wine the doors burst open and there stood Two assains who had massicered all his sevants in his home.

the first of the two pointed up his blood drenched sword towards Nicholas and proclamed "we have come for you! or more precice you head" and with that he lunged towards Nicholas screeming his unholy battle cry, during all this Nicholas just sat there watching, even as the assasin ran towards him he did not move.

just as he reached within stricking distance, Nicholas placed his hand in to his left pocket and pulled out a colt. revolver and fired point blank and the assains head blowing it clean away all the was left was a body and blood.

Nicholas sudenly noticed a sharp pain in his left shoulder and saw that it was impailed and smoking, he looked and the remaining assasin and said " half blood" the assasin just staired athimand gave a slight nod,
"so have thoughs have breeds of a vampire decided to come get me"

again the assasin just noded.

"so i gess you came looking for a battle as well, but first tell me how old was your recently departed friend"

the assasin stared at him and said in a low calm manner "212"

"and you, my next would be assasin how old are you"

"472"

"awww so this will be fun then" he lets out a small laugh

Nicholas puts his gun back in his coat, and winces in pain as he pullsthe sword from his smoking wound, andsays "lets play and dont let my fun end to quikly, now will you"

"i hope not to disapoint you Nicholas Cronovich or do you prefure being called The Angle of Death"

a bloody and vicous battel insued but there was and could onlyhave be one vicor Nicholas, standing tall over his slain enemys he said in a near wisper " what a beautiful night this was, dont you think sister"

"its was now wasnt it" she replied from the shadows"

"i must thank mr colt. for his new wepon it does such a marvelus job"

 

[Adamus76]

As I look at the face of the woman in my bed, I realize that I forgot her name.

She is quite stunning. Beautiful pale skin, lightly dotted with freckles. Abundant blond hair, flowing around her head and shoulders. Magnificent curvy body, full and voluptuous, just as I like it.

She lies naked in my bed, eyes open and staring blindly, mouth slightly agape. A trickle of blood fuels the growing pool that's staining the bedsheets. She was lovely, both in our coupling and my subsequent feeding. I had sex with her, and then I killed her. And I forgot her name.

There was a time when I'd have been devastated. Where I'd have been horrified at my own monstrousness. Now, all I feel is a twinge of guilt, a minor tremor of discomfort. Another couple of decades and I won't feel anything at all anymore.

I clean and dress myself and prepare to leave this inn, where I'd rented a room for the night. I'll take the woman's corpse with me, leaving only the stains of her blood on the sheets as a clue for the innkeeper. He might even call the constable, who might even start an official investigation.

They won't find anything, of course. There will be no judgment coming down on me for this despicable act. There hasn't been any judgment at all, not for all the murder and destruction I've caused the past century. Nothing but the continued blackening of my own soul.

I dispose of the girl's body in the river. I watch her disappear beneath the water's dark surface. Then I leave, heading towards the rendezvous point. I'm here in England for a reason. A war is waging, and I'm cannon fodder. An older half-blood has summoned us here to fight against the Fullbloods. Tonight I'm meeting my comrades in arms here, to formulate a battle plan.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

The room was dimly lit, personally Catherine did not need the light but her two man servants did and so it was for them that she kept the lights at least dimmed instead of off. The 'young' woman stretched in her bed, loving the feeling of flesh against flesh as she pulled her lovely men closer to her. It seemed that she had worn them out already. That was fine, she had things that she needed to do that she preferred to do alone. She took one look back at the two, smiling as they seemed to continue sleeping, slowly moving to hold one another. It was adorable and almost prompted her back to bed but now was not the time.

Now was the time for feeding.

She dressed, choosing a very beautiful blue dress that would hug her beautiful frame just ever so perfectly. Catherine's shoes clicked quietly as she strode down the street, it was early evening and she was ready for some blood, afterall she needed it to live. She loved the flush that it brought to her face, almost making her feel... well, considering that she had never truly been alive she supposed that it couldn't make her feel that way again... It wasn't long before she found a gathering and moved her way, mingling as it were, catching men's eyes and drawing one or two closer.

It wasn't long, aparently the men had been drinking for a while before she had even arrived. The blonde lead the man outside and smiled. He was prompting her to come home with him and she was being coy. Men seemed to love it when she teased, it was a tried and true method that was for sure.

"Come to my room," she beckoned. It worked and soon she found them back at her hotel room. It was there that she intended to drain him of his life... To keep her sustained, it was the way of a vampire, the only way that she knew. And as she finally coaxed him down to her bed, the man servants, Fritz and James, had long since left to prepare a carriage to get rid of the body, she felt him rethinking it. He had a beautiful fiance... why was he here with her.

"Mmmm... No one will ever know... I promise..." She purred as she pinned him down to the bed. That seemed to be good enough for the man and soon he was thrusting up into the sexy vampire, who, was getting ready for her kill. She sunk her teeth in, eliciting a powerful orgasm from the man.

Her mout was filled with the blood tainted with the booze he had earlier put into his system, it had been a while since she had gotten one so drunk as himself and she smiled as she began to feel a little tipsy. She pulled herself off of the body and wiped her lips clean. James and Fritz entered the room and quietly began their work. Catherine relaxed in her chair singing a little diddy from her own time as she watched them. She moved to her bed and relaxed thinking about why she had come to London.

 

[rengadeirishman]

His men disposed of the remains of the halfblood and Ahrimand finished his drink. "I think i shall take a stroll." He said, as he donned a top hat and cloak, seizing a canesword with a dragon shaped grip. His black suit and white poets shirt were of the finest silk from Cathay. China as they called it now. His cloak of luxuriant linen from Egypt, lined with red silk from India. He wore gloves of purest white, and shoes of fine italian leather. Strangers would see nothing but a powerfully built gentlemen of around fifty years. No indication of his true age, or of his true position. He transcended mere wealth, was above such petty concerns as gold and precious stones. He took what he needed or wanted, for who was to stop him?. He had won and lost countless fortunes over his life.

He walked into a cigar and brandy lounge on the north end of town. Seating himself in one of the large chairs. He ordered a cognac and a cigar from the new world. Of course, it is now the United States, these things can be difficult to keep track off. Nations rising and falling and forming from nothing. If you've seen it once, you've seen it a thousand times, and once you've seen it a thousand times, you really do lose interest. The buxom barmaid brought him his drink and lit his cigar. He beckoned her near and whispered into her ear. Most women were easy to seduce, and he had perfected his art over the millenia. No woman was beyond his grasp, despite his becoming less handsome over time. The barmaid giggled and walked off. He would wait until she was off, and then satisfy his libidinous and gastric needs at the same time. She was young and fresh, not more then 18 years. She would be delectable, of this he was certain.

 

[let3us2be1free0]

Stalker was getting slightly ravinous, his version of annoyed, among some other emotions. He had to let them leak out somehow, or else, as his master ofter said,

The one who has no emotions in combat battles better then the one who simply represses them, allowing them to slow down the body and mind.

He accepted this, and had sense then relised his emotions in ways that didn't hinder him, mostly. After all, anything could hinder you.

He had been tracking a man for awile, who was in a bar, and was going to hunt more prey when he reconized another vampire, the same way he reconized master.

There was no fear, no hatred, just lusyt and kunning, a near perfect creature of the night.

He followed the man, going werever he went, wanting to know himself through him.

 

[Wolfsister]

Alliandria

Dust swirled through the swinging doors as she strode into the establishment. The night's heat was sweltering and the dust clung to the lungs. A few curious onlookers peeked up from behind coloured cards, the smoke haze in the air so thick that theyir eyes had to squint to behold the newcomer.

The boods were what they noticed first, their eyes traveling up long, femininely muscular, black leather clad lefs to the brilliant red sash that cinched a black asian style overdress to a slender waist. Next came shapely breats which, although not overly large, still drew several grins.

A long, slender, pale neck led up to a heart shaped face filled with soft, pink lips that were curved into a pouting smile, a sharp yet delicate nose and finally ending at piercing sky blue eyes.

The unknown woman's voice was soft yet laced with a hardness that porclaimed the user as eternally laughing at life as she ordered a simple glass of bourbon. She turne around, declining the opportunity to sit on one of the vacant bar stools and instead leaned casually back agains tthe bar itself, her cook eyes surveying the surveyors.

At this point, most onlookers turned away, becoming preoccupied with their poker games, consuming liquor or just plain chattering once more. Those that did not gaze away from her had another chance to appraise her figure and now would recognise the slight bulges that poked from either side of her waist, the chinese overdress serving to cover the two six shooterss effectively to the untrained eye.

Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in all sights and sounds and scents. Her rosebud mouth curved upwards even more when an apparently drunk man came to her left and asked with a slight hiccup if he could by her a drink. Or in turn, if he could buy her for the night. The woman took her time to answer, still slowly surveying the room beyond, then her smile became wider; became crueler as her hand slowly traveled up her left leg, between the slits in her chinese overdress and her fingers curled around the grip of her revolver.

The drunken man's eyes narrowed and his shoulderrs gave a slight jerk as he went to pull something that glinted silver under the electrical lights from beneath his cowskin vest.

Her eyebrow quirked as, without turing, she unclipped the holster, drew, cocked and had the barrl of the revolver set against his forehead just above the bridge of his nose before he could weap his hand arond the hilt of the silver dagger hidden on his chest.

"Just how stupid do you think I am?" her voice came out light and genuinely curious but she gave him no chance to answer.
Her lips quirked into another sardonic grin as she squeezed the trigger, the gun shot reverbrating through the middle western saloon.

The Hunter fell to the ground, lifeless.

There was a shocked silence as her actions sunk into the saloon crowd. Then the screams began and the sound of many metallic clicks told her that almost every one in the dimly lit room had drawn a gun. All barrels pointed at her.

She leaned casually against the bar once more, her fingers still on the trigger, that maddening grin plastered onto her features. She clicked the fingers of her right hand and the bar girl placed her glass of bourbon onto the counter beside a laquered nail with shaking hands.

The woman raised an eyebrow again, "I just did you a favour," her words were soft yet there was power in her voice, "I suggest that you come out and we have a little chat before his pack finds out. Come on out, I can smell you."

Her cool, blue gaze swept the still room once again and her next words came out softly, "As for the rest of you, I suggest that you leave now!" the last was growled ou as the woman suddenly transformed, her features draining of the little colour she has left, her eyes growing paler and paler as her pupils dilated and became dark pin points surrounded by an endless white. Her canine teeth grew, visibly lengthening and sharpening.

There was another moment of shocked silence while she glared around the room, her elongated fingernails tapping against her thigh before all hell broke loose. Men and women began to scream and scramble their way clear of the littel saloon, the swinging doors almost off their hinges at the roubh treatment.

Soon the dust settled and there was not a mortal in sight. Six figures stood motionless before here, their features also changed and twisted though they resembled her new transformation. She smiled, obviously pleased.
"Why are you here?" Came a deep, thundering voice from the aparrent leader of th group of tenth generation Full Bloods. Her eyes flashed as she continued to grin at them.

Then she was a blur of motion as she aimed, cocked and pulled the trigger of her left shooter. The bullet streamed out of the barrel, flew tru and hit one of the Full Bloods in the shoulder. The physical impact drove the vampire's shoulder back half an inch and the bare second of distraction it provided her gave her an additional advantage for the first stage of her attack.

Eleven bullets left.

Though six tenth generation Full Blooded vampires faced her, she was still a twenty fourth generation Half Blood so she had the advantage with speed and power but they had the advantage of numbers so she had to eliminate as many as possible before they had time to react and coordinate an effective defense and attack against her.

She moved forwards with the fluidity of a dancer and the speed of a fast moving locomotive, crossing the distance between them in mere seconds as she slipped her right hand behind, up and beneath her overdress, grasping the hilt of her silver short sword firmly, pulling it free from its upside down sheath and sweeping upwards and to the left in one fluid motion.

A body dropped to the floor as the silver blade cut through the neck of the vampire directly in front of her in its upwards arc.

One vampire, however, was much faster then she had anticipated and reacted to her attack with a snarl as he threw his right hand out at her. She caught the movement from the corner of her eye and moved her left hand, which still gripped the gun, in his direction and squeezed the trigger.

Ten bullets left.

The wildly aimed shot caught him in the chest but his previous momentum drove his outstretched fingers towards her back, his claws slashing right through the elather scabbard and shredding open her skin.

She roared in with pain as spots exploded behind her eyes ans she sidestepped, reversting the angle of her blade as she brought it across her body and drove the tip through his heat, impaling him upon her sword point. The silver to his heart killed him instantly. His body thudded to the ground as she pulled her blade free.

By this time, the four others had regrouped and wer now launching an attack. They knew she was faster than them and so shots rang out as they all fired at her at once.

She couldn't dodge them all at the same time and so three of them hit. One ripped through her left forearm, shattering the bone and rendering her fingers useless, the heavy lead revolver clattered to the ground. The second hit her in the stomach and she was propelled backwards a step, right into the path of the third which hit her in the right side, just beneath her ribs.

Blood dripped freely onto the floor and she felt her strength slowly slipping away from her. She was down to one arm, a blade and six shots. She didn't have the time to bend and scoop up her other revolver. And she was losing blood, fast.

The four grinned and she saw her moment, moving this time before they could pull their triggers. She ran at them full pelt and slashed at one vampre. He screamed as the silver bit into his torso and then she reversed the arc of the blade; stabbing instead of slicing.

Another one went down, his heart full of silver. Good, three more to go.

Two vampires stood close together, side by side and with a snarl she threw the sword much like a spear between them. They both jerked to the side to avoid the lethal weapon and it stuck in the wall behind them, quivering in the wood.

In that moment of distraction she pulled her right revolver from its holster and fired four shots in quick succession, two bullets hitting ether vampire, slowing down their reaction times as she propelled herself between them, holstered her gun and pulled the sword free from its resting place in the wall with a grunt. Then she swung a wide arc to the right and behind her, turning with the blade.

Two more Full Bloods fell to the ground, headless.

The sixth and final hesitated slightly, seeing as all five of his brethren had been downed. He raised his gun as she began to advance, her sardonic grin back on her face. He steadied his head and began shooting. Four of his remaining five shots missed, the fifth hitting the fast moving Half Blood in her right shoulder. She gave anotehr shaky grin as she then raised her own gun, wincing slightly at having to use torn muscles.

Two bullets left.

She fired, the younger Full Blood easily dodging it. And running straight into the path of her second fired bullet.

The bullet ripped open the side ofhis neck and she vaulted an upturned table, closing the distance between him and her in the blink of an eye.

She jerked his head to the side and clamped her hungry mouth onto the gaping wound. Warm, nourishing, sweet blood flooded into her mouth. She closed her eyes slightly and drank deeply, the Full Blood's life source serving to heal her bullet wounds over, the skin folding over the holes and threading her torn back together.

Luckily for her, all bullets had passed right through due to the point blank range they had been fired at. Inside, the wounds would take far longer to heal and the process of growing back her bones would be arduous, but at least now she wouldn't bleed to death.

Just as she felt the life beginning to leave the Full Blood she pulled her mouth away and grinned, staring into his shocked expression. She clicked a hidden lever on the grip of her revolver and a thin silver blade slid from the bottom of the grip. Her now full lips curved into a wicked smile as she transformed back and slid the blad into the vampire's chest, straight to the heart.

She stood and surveyed the battlefield after the last vampire had died. She picked her way through the wreckage and dead bodies, moving slowly due to her injuries though the blood had made her regain much of her lost power.

She holstered both her revolvers, still not able to use her left hand. The silver sword she wrapped up in a discarded shirt, the sheath now useless. She was careful not to touch the silver surface.

She looked up as she heard voices, angry, deep male voices and crossed over to the bar. The doors swung inwards as the dead Hunter's pack burst into the saloon. She grinned, scooped up the glass and emptied its contents in one swift swallow, winked at the men and then seemed to melt into the darkness.

A moment late, shattering glass could be heard from one of the upstairs bedrooms and they realised that she had mounted the stairs and jumped out a back window to escape, using her superior speed. They cursed when they realised that she covered her tracks well and clearly did not want to be found. A tracker from London was soon dispatched to latch onto her.

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Alliandra stumbled into the dark burrow set deep into the ground. She had dug this out herself and knew that supplies awaited her at her journey's end and a relatively soft bed.
She peered into the darkness and found her way home, deep inside the earth and away from the sun that she knew would creep into the sky in meer hours. She slumped onto the mattress and sighed, wincing and hissing with the apin that she finally allowed herself to feel. Inspecting her various wounds she knew that she would have to feed very soon in order to completely heal her latest set of injuries.

She soon fell unconscious.

Why she had gotten herself into this war was beyond her.

 

[bigJD69]

Nicholas sat back down on his chair with the bodys of the fallen half bloods still laying on the floor with his sister infront of him.

"it seems that the war has reached us little brother"

"it seems it has, now this will be tiering wont it, trying to find new servants"
said Nicholas in a dull and tierd way. his shoulder still bleeding.
"and now i need a snack, somthing somthing young and petit"

" You can eat on your way Nicholas" said a deep voice from the broken enterance "and you should be more careful, you may be strong but you are not invincible"

"aaaaa ivan i see you decided to join us and doesit relly mater i won didnt i"

ivan let out a long deep laught and said " i guss you did but one day you wont and we wont be hear to save you"
"anyway back to the point. seeing as this war has reached us we are going to send some one to england, to see him"

Nicholas eyes widened and ears perked when he heard that, " do you mean"

"yes" said ivan

"well this is turning out to be a very fun day" " who will we send"
said Nicholas with a sence of excitment in his voice.

"father made it clear he wants you to go" ivan said stearing at Nicholas with his pupilless eyes.

"whats my mission" said Nicholas with a serious tone

"to meat with him do as he wishes till hehas no use for you and to kill any un pure being you cross"

"understoud" replied Nicholas

Nicholas began to walk to the door where his brother was standing, when he just passed ivan he stoped and turned to ivan with a look of excitment like a small child at christmas.

"Nicholas do you job or dont come back" said ivan

Nicholas smiled showing a hint of fang " will do"

he walked out andjumpted into the waiting carriage and ordered him to leave,
and to stop by the brothal for a snack first.

 

[rengadeirishman]

The night wore on, and soon the young maiden had finished her work. She walked back out to meet him, and taking his arm they left the lounge. He smiled as he engaged her in small talk, not that she said anything of interest to one such as him, but because he sensed another, young and submissive. He guided her behind a building, out of sight of any at this hour, and kissed her deeply. She yielded to his touch and honeyed words, and quickly he had her facing a wall, a hand on one shoulder and the other on her large and supple breast. He thrusted deeply into her and she forced back against him, overcome with pleasure. He felt her beginning to climax, and just as she was on the brink, he slammed his hand over her mouth and bit deep into her neck. He felt her shock as he fed from her, her body trembling beneath his hands and fangs. The muscles of her body convulsed around him, spurring him to his finish. He held her on the cusp of death and debated turning her, making her his new bride. In the end he decided against it, and finished her, her death spasm forcing his orgasm. He slipped out of her and let her exsanguinated body fall to the ground. "Quite pleasing no?" he said as he adjusted his trousers, turning to face his follower.

"They are most sumptuous when their blood is heated by the sex act. I suggest you try it sometime, if you havent already." Ahrimand said, wiping his face with a crimson kerchief. "Most delicious."

 

[let3us2be1free0]

Stalker was a bit surprised that the other had noticed him, but each to his own, and all to themselves, as his master said. In the present moment that traslates to we can sense each others presence. But that might not apply for long distance...

"I have not tried it, no. I am in fact, a virgin . I don't partake of human pleasure much, as it is only breifly satisfying. However, pleasures of the night..." He smiles whidely. "They never, ever get old. Prehaps you might initiate me into this particular human pleasue?(with a woman) From were i was... it looked... enjoyable ."

While he had been watching, he had been perched on the roof. When the other had spoken, he jumped down, his fingers digging into the side, and hung there head pointing toward the ground, a bit like spiderman.

"I'm Stalker, by the way"

 

[rengadeirishman]

"You are a halfblood." Ahrimand said, a sneer on his lips. "If you must attempt to slay me, do it quickly, so i may kill you efficiently. There are still several hours until sunrise, so I'd like to soak up some more of the pleasures of night." he said, with a look of utter unconcern on his face. This creature was no more threat then a fly to him, and likely just as annoying. "And if it is vice you seek, I recommend Whitechapel on the East End, where the harlots were killed, its always a good time around this time of evening." Ahrimand said, tipping his hat. "Good evening to you." he said as he turned to walk away.

 

[let3us2be1free0]

"You are a halfblood." Ahrimand said, a sneer on his lips. "If you must attempt to slay me, do it quickly, so i may kill you efficiently. There are still several hours until sunrise, so I'd like to soak up some more of the pleasures of night." he said, with a look of utter unconcern on his face. This creature was no more threat then a fly to him, and likely just as annoying. "And if it is vice you seek, I recommend Whitechapel on the East End, where the harlots were killed, its always a good time around this time of evening." Ahrimand said, tipping his hat. "Good evening to you." he said as he turned to walk away.

"Good evening?"

Halfblood? He knew he was half of what he was, so that made him a half blood? He ate, then went back to his master, who told him about the history, and proceeded to finish his training, and give him weaponds.

He recived a gun that fires silver bulllets, and 200 silver bullets. He recived 10 small throwing knives with blades lined with silver, and well as arm blades lined with silver, and nail tips(with silver).

"You are now a full fleged killer, Stalker. Go and kill our enemys, and do me good and proud".

Stalker was wondering what the heck he would do with the weponds, but took them and accepted the blessing. Then he left for good, he thought. he traveled around the town, finding a small, deserted house to rest inside. A theif was in it, but he killed, ate, and slept.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Catherine rose from her bed upon the return of her men. They were so sweet, bringing her lovely clothing to wear on such a beautiful night. Her flesh was a little flushed from her kill and she looked positively delicious, or at least that was her thought as she looked in the mirror at her reflection. She teased her lovely blonde hair and smiled ever so flirtaciously. Oh yes, she was going to turn heads in London that much was for sure.

"What do you say to a night on the town my loves?" She asked. It was no surprise they didn't answer. She knew that they would do as she wished and would do so happily if she were to give them the love and affection that they wanted from her.

"Oh yes, a night out is a splendid idea. Maybe we can hear about some torrid affair!" She giggled as if she were a child. "Or maybe find something even better," she whispered and winking at the two. They were like dolls... putty in her hand doing all she wanted.

 

[Angelus]

I stood there with my knife in my right hand, my blood coating the hilt as the window shattered and the firgure disappeared out of sight. I ran to the window just to watch the full blood as he landed and without looking up started to run down the street. I wanted nothing more than to jump out and start following him but knew that I could not as there were others here with me.

It was then that the door behind me flew open and I looked upon the bloodied face of Marc who was holding a dagger in one hand and his rapier in the other. He fell back again the door while made me run towards him as fast as I could.

"What happened?"

"There- there were more than we could handle. Alexis has been injured and James has abandoned us."

I let a curse escape from my lips as I helped Marc to his feet.

"I knew that I should not have asked him to join us. Where is Sara?"

Marc let a weak smile appear on his face while he wiped the blood away with the back of one hand.

"Last time I saw her she was heading this way. I am glad that she is with us."

"So am I," I said as I let the pain from the mention of Sara's name flow over me.

It was then that I heard someone pounding on the door Marc had just come through and moved him to one side second before it flew open and I saw a shock of red hair as Sara rushed into the room, dragging Alexis behind her.

"Do not close that door! My loving nephew, Jonas and Sarah were right behind me!"

I looked at her with wide eyes and opened my mouth to ask her what my son was doing here but before I could several figures ran into the room, a number of bullets slamming into the wood of the door seconds later. As soon as I pushed the door closed I turned to look at Michael.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am trying to help you Dad. I thought that if I was here you might be able to get to safety. Mum wanted to come to but I told her that it would not be wise."

Before he could say anything else I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around him. I wanted nothing more than to hold him close but a noise from Sara made me let go and look at her.

"Now is not the time for this. You brought us all here dear brother. I thought that you would have a plan of getting us all out."

I knew that I could tell her to jump out of the already smashed window so that she could get out of here but I knew that she would and also that I needed her. I turned slowly to look at Jonas and saw the cold smile that was on his face.

"I am sorry that I got you into this."

"We offered to help Alic and we will always do that."

I let a smile appear on my face, I was glad that everything that had gone on between Jonas and I was now in the past.

"How many were out there?"

Jonas took a quick glance at the door, "There were four out there when we came in but we better make our escape soon or there might be more and they will try and get in. I doubt if there will let us go after breaking in here. I think that we should jump out of the window while we still have the chance."

I looked towards the window and opened my mouth to say something but before I could another voice caused me to shut my mouth and turn my head.

"I don't think it would be best to go out the window. Alexis is injured and she might not survive the jump."

I looked at Sarah and nothing the look of concern on her face but before I could answer her I heard Alexis' voice and turned to her.

"If you want me to jump out of the window then I will do so. I am strong enough."

I took one look at her and knew by her very faint heartbeat that she was lying. I knew that she needed fresh blood and fast before she could even attempt such a thing. I turned back to the door, a cold cruel smile on my face as I gripped my knife tighter.

"Four?" I looked at the others, "I think we can manage to kill them before any others can help."

"They have guns," I heard Sara say and saw her take two revolvers from their holsters. She moved towards me and offereen me one but I shook my head.

She shrugged, "So be it."

I reached out slowly and gripped the door handle, my knife held tightly in my right hand. I took a look at the others but knew that I did not have to say a thing as they were ready. Their weapons were held tight in their hands and as I pulled the door open they brought them up. I flew out into the hallway but as I did several shots ran out and I felt one of them him me in the shoulder, spinning me around. I turned to look at the full bloods and grabbed my other knife from the sheath on my back just as the others appeared in the hallway, each of them firing their revolvers.

I saw two of the full bloods fall to the ground, one of them begin to get up but before he could I saw Alexis move quickly and sink her teeth in the side of her throat. I watched as she let out a silent scream while Alexis fed from her but saw another of the full bloods coming from behind to kill Alexis. A shot rang out from behind me and as the vampire fell I turned to look at Sara who had an evil smile on her face.
"I think it is about time that we get out of here."

I nodded at her as Alexis got to her feet, pull her revolvers out and look towards the far end, the way that all of us had come.

I turned to the others but did not say a word before we started to moved to the hall, listening for any sound as we did. I knew that there were full bloods in this building wanting nothing more that to kill us. I knew that coming here was foolish but I had told the other that it would cause confusion amongst the full bloods in the city if we managed to kill the lead vampire here. As the door to my left flew open and several full bloods appeared in the hallway before us I kenw that it was a bad idea.

I let an animal like growl escape from my throat before I ran at the lead full blood, my knives held tightly in my hands, their silver blades shining in the light of the hallway. I ran at them at full speed and as the lead one brought up his revolver fell to one knee and cut forward with both knives. I looked up at the full blood's face and saw the shock registered there as his guns fell from his now lifeless hands to the floor. As I rolled out of the way; knowing that the other full bloods were aiming at me I heard more shots from behind me and watched the other full bloods fall just as more rounded the corner.

I swore loudly for my lack of foresight at not bringing any guns with me as the bullets slammed into the walls and gunshots echoed throughout the hallway. I gripped my knives tightly as I moved towards the full bloods, determined to take as many of them to their deaths as I could. I felt several bullets slam into me as I moved ever closer to them and wondered one thing; why there were using lead instead of silver.

As I ran straight into the group cutting and stabbing the full bloods I realized why. They did not want to kill any of us but hurt us enough so that it would be easy to capture us and do whatever they wanted to at their leisure. As I stabbed the last one in the chest and turn I felt my strength leave me quickly and fell to the floor. It was then that I felt the hands on my sides, helping me to my feet.

I looked straight as Sara's face as she held me up.

"I am not going to lie to you. This will hurt."

Before I could say a word she started to rip the bullets from my body and drop them to the floor, a scream coming from me every time she did. I wanted nothing more than to stay there and fall to the ground so that I could rest but before I knew it more gunshots ripped through the air and I found myself being pulled down the hall by Sara. I wathed as several full bloods appeared behind us which made me wonder how they had gotten back there. Beofe I could try and come up with an answer to that question I found myself thrown to the ground just as plaster fell on my head.

"They just keep coming! It was easier to get in here!" I heard Marc scream out over the gunshots.

"That is because they wanted us here. It is easier to spring a trap that way."

It was then that I saw one of the full bloods fall to the ground in front of me and attempt to get up but before I could I slammed his head onto the floor and bit deep into the side of his throat. I heard the sound of his scream inside my head as I began to drain his blood, his life, his strength and give it to myself. I knew that his blood was not enough to heal me fully, I could feel it and as soon as I dropped his head to the floor I felt at the closest full blood before he had a chance to retaliate and ripped into his throat. I heard a soft gurgle as I once more began to feel and this time I felt my strength coming back to me.

As I got back to my feet I held that the fighting was still going on and knew one thing for certain, that I had to end this quickly or we would run out of bullets and be useless for the rest of the fight out of here. I picked my knives back off the foor and ran at the remaining full bloods with an animal like rage flowing through me. As I cut through their ranks I wanted nothing more than to cut them down and leave their bodies laying in the hallway.

Suddenly a huge explosion ripped through the air and my eyes went wide as I cut through the last two full bloods. As soon as I they had fallen I turned to look at the others.

"What was that?"

Jonas looked straight at me as Marc smiled.

"It seems that Cristian has arrived with the dynamite."

My eyes went wide again and Jonas laughed.

"So now you knew how we planned on getting out of here."

I wanted to ask Jonas why he did not tell me what he had planned but everyone was on the move. I wanted them round the closest corner before I went to the falllen full bloods. As I picked them up and began searching them for guns I heard footsteps from the corner and raised my head to look at Michael.

"I came back to see what was wrong with you. Do you feel as if Jonas has lied to you?"

"What? No. I was just grabbing the guns off these full bloods so that we can get out of here alive."

I heard a sigh come from Michael before he before he moved slowly towards me.

"I do not want to lose you Dad."

"You are not going to lose me son. We are going to get out of this building alive. All of us."

It was then that I felt an explosion rock the floor below us and got to my feet, several revolvers in my hands. I looked at Michael and without a word started to follow him around the corner. As I did so one thought came to me as to how far behind the others we both were but when we reached the door to the stairs and heard gunshots coming from the other side I let a smile appear on my face. I pushed open the door and as soon as I did I came face to face with the barrel of the revolver and beyond that Sara's face.

"We were wondering where you were. I thought that you had abandoned us just as James did."

I looked at her with and started to tell her where I had been but before I could I felt one of the revolvers I had taked from the bodies of the full bloods being taken from my hands. She turned quickly back to the railing, pulled back the hammer then squeezed the trigger. When I head the scream come from before us I saw the smile come to Sara's face. She turned to Jonas.

"Alic has brought us some more guns and bullets."

Jonas turned slowly to look at me then got to his feet and grabbed two of the revolvers from my hands.

"Thanks for this. I was almost out."

He turned back to the railed and pulled back the hammer on one of them. As he pulled the trigger I heard a shot right out but noticed that it was different. It was the sound of a rifle and as I tried to figure out who had fired it I felt Melissa's presence come from the floor below me.

What are you doing here. I asked you to stay at home.

And wait for you to come back if you come back at all?

With the knowledge that Melised was in the building I dropped the guns from my hands and ran to the railing. I was about to jump over it but someone stopped my before I could. I turned my head, demanding that whoever it was let me go but I was not prepared to see Michael's face.

"Please Dad. Do not go down there. You will die."

"I have to Michael. Your mother is down there."

I instantly felt the hand release its grip and jumped down to the floor below just as I heard the rifle fire twice more. I began to moved towards where it was but stopped suddenly, one of my knives at Michael's throat. As soon as I moved it away I looked into his eyes, "You should not be down here."

"Mum is down here. You know that I should be here with you."

I nodded and ran towards the full bloods who had just noticed us, a knife in one hand and gun in the other. I saw Michael look down at the gun in my hand with a questioning look. I did not have a chance to answer him as I brought up the revolver anf fired it into the face of the first face that I saw. I knew but the way that he fell that he was not going to get back up. I looked at the revolver in my hand and wanted to throw it away but knew that it would be a mistake as more full bloods ran straight at me.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Catherine was soon out and about the bustling night streets of London and the young full blood was enjoying herself. She ran into a few of her peers, greeting them kindly, she hadn't seen them since she wasjust a babe afterall but shewas considered an adult now and was invited to join them on their evening of mischief and mayhem. Her little dolls were never far away, watching over her.

Obedient puppies...

The night was at a climax and she didn't want it to end... How was she supposed to end a night so wonderful as tonight. And then someone mentioned a name.

"Ahrimand?" She asked. Yes, she had heard of him but was amazed that she was so close to such an elder that it amazed her. "Oh... I must meet him!" She purred at her friends. "Oh please I must!"

Honestly she didn't know what she was expecting but it wouldn't hurt to introduce herself, let him know that she was in London so that she would not be found and have it assumed that she was working with another coven or some rot.

 

[rengadeirishman]

After another quick snack, Ahrimand returned to his mansion. There was still some time before the sun rose. So he sat out on his balcony, enjoying another glass of absinthe. He merely looked out onto the night, awaiting reports on the trivial war with the halfbloods. Honestly, he didnt know why he bothered, but one must occupy themself somehow no? As he sipped his absinthe, he polished a tulwar he had had made whilst he was india, must have been 800 years ago now, time doth truly fly does it not? This magnificent specimen had a forged steel blade, reinforced on the spine, edged and tipped in silver. It was his one of his favorite blades, and he took meticulous care of it. He fondly remembered being worshipped as conosrt of Kali, the blood goddess. The tulwar had been forged as an offering for him. Those were the days indeed.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Her eldest friend, only about five hundred, was the one that thought to bring her to the mansion of the ancient. His name was Liam and he was a handsome man for sure. He smiled down at the pretty girl. He had been in love with her for who knew how long.

But that didn't matter, she was not ready for what he wanted with her and so he wouldn't bother with that now. Surely the ancient wouldn't care about her. Her name was no unheard of but would an ,almost, 9,000 year old vampire care about names? Liam doubted it.

"Sir..." He asked opening the door to the man's room. "I was wondering if you were busy..." He asked quietly. "One of the Monvoisin is here to see you sir," he said.

 

[rengadeirishman]

"Who dares?" Ahrimand asked, not even bothering to turn. "Monvoisin? I may have known a Monvoisin, one can never be too sure, Enter then if you must, i may decide your not worth killing." He said, still sitting on his balcony, polishing the ancient sword.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Catherine, unlike Liam, was far from nervous as she stepped into the room. The twenty some looking girl gave Liam a dismissing wave as she moved towards the balcony where the ancient was cleaning his weapon. Should she have been frightened? Most definitely, but instead she smiled and stepped out the french doors and out into the moonlight with the vampire.

"Catherine de Monvoisin," she said curtseying properly to the man who was much higher up than she was. "Thank you for meeting with me," she said. The moonlight illuminating her blonde lockes and her blue dress hugging her tightly in all of the right spots and revealing all of the right aspects.

She was a lovely china doll.

 

[rengadeirishman]

"Such impudence, how fascinating." Ahrimand said as he rose to his full height and sheathed the tulwar. He turned around slowly and sipped easily on his absinthe. "Do you know who I am, Madamoiselle Monvoisin?" He asked, his eyes locked into hers. Her body is quite pleasing, I do believe i will enjoy it immensely. He smiled and finished his absinthe. "Do you realize I could kill you where you stand, and there would be nothing you could do about it?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

"Such impudence, how fascinating."

Catherine did not care if that was an insult or not because she took it as a compliment. She was fascinating and she was a little impudent... who cared?

"Do you know who I am, Madamoiselle Monvoisin? Do you realize I could kill you where you stand, and there would be nothing you could do about it?"

It was then that her beautiful laughter rang out into the night air like little tinkling bells of gold. It was clear that she was more than amused with this man, even though he could have easily stifled her life right then and there.

"I am not half as stupid as some ten times my age," she commented with a smirk. "I am nothing compared to your strength my lord," she gently took his empty glass from his hand, her soft fingers gently brushing his own. "I know who you are my lord, I would not have bothered to be so bold had I not known." She sighed contentedly.

She kissed his hand as was customary but her kisses were a little bolder than most's.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Ahrimand chuckled. "Do you know that i could ravish your body, and kill you at the moment of climax, as if it were nothing? Do you know how long I have lived? How many i have granted final death for much less then your intrusion?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Catherine smiled sweetly up at the taller man. It was true... this was nothing new to her. She was nothing to him and it was obvious that he could do all of these things and she would have no say so why was she smiling like that? What made her smile so?

"You could... But you won't..." She said with a smart smirk. "You are more powerful than I could ever hope to be and stronger than I can even fathom... And yes I am sure you have killed other full bloods for less than my intrusion...." She was still smiling, she chanced a glance out at the London skyline.

"But none of them were anything like me..." Yes... she was self important but that was what made her so amusing.