Strangers in the Night...

[Talon]

OOC: Howdy folks! Just wanted to see if anyone would be into the old classic vampire story. Two Factions here, Vampire Hunters and well...Vampires. Prefer to keep it pretty balanced and down to earth...i.e. no magical powers for humans, no crazy 12 barreled-stake-shooting miniguns, the like. I'll be playing the head Vamp Hunter. And by the way, in this setting the vampires will be allergic to silver, not quite as heavily as in Blade, but it hurts them. Garlic no. Crosses no, unless wielded by someone in the service of god. Holy Water, same as crosses.

Name: Kale Richen
Description: A tall man with roughish good looks and a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. Well built and fairly muscular, he has black tribal tattoos covering both arms, moving across the back of his shoulders and meeting in the middle of his back. Scars crisscross his tanned flesh. Rarely seen without a black leather duster and a pair of stylish black shades.
Brief History: He was raised a normal suburban kid, until his 5th year of school, where he developed an anger problem and a tendency for fighting. He was sent to military school at 13, and consequently joined the Army after graduating. Spent three years in the Infantry, training to fight and kill. After his term of service he grew tired of the military and was honorably discharged, after which he sought out freelance security work, club bouncers, rent a cops ect. Then one faithful night, while guarding a storage facility on the graveyard shift, a vampire fed from him, drained him near to the point of death. Awaking from a week long coma, he suddenly had a newfound passion for the occult, and moreover ways to kill them. Since that day, roughly 5 years ago, he has been carving a bloody path through the night, seeking first revenge...and second...to make sure it doesn't happen to another innocent.

 

[the_bean]

OOC: Hope this is okay.

Lyida Bainbridge
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: Dark brown, layered bob cut level with her chin.
Eyes: Green

Lydia is an avid fetish-club patron. Though lately she's begun to grow increasingly uncomfortable in her normal haunts. People there have been changing, newcomers filling the void. While new people was always good for the club, the tastes of some of these people were starting to reveal themselves as a little more extreme than even she was willing to participate in. Being somewhat enamored with the occult, she began researching a little more, and has come under the impression that her favorite club is being overrun by vampires. But how to stop them?

 

[Talon]

Kale

OOC: More than okay, thanks for posting.

Kale glanced around the 'fetish' club, sticking out like a sore thumb for his stool at the bar. He hadn't spotted a vamp yet...but the sun had only just fallen an hour ago...and the popular hours of hunting hadn't yet hit.
While scanning the club for potential blood suckers, his eye was caught by a beautiful young woman. He scratched his chin as he studied her, figuring her for a sure mark for his prey.

 

[Destiny]

Claudia Daines

OOC: Are you ready for this Captain?

Claudia Daines
5'8"
Black hair
Green Eyes
Pale complexion

The club was just beginning to brew but that is the way she liked the night time activities. Her green eyes flickered around the rooms as she stood in the doorway and handed over the cover charge and an ID. The ID returned she stroked a finger along the bouncer's lips and smiled at him as she winked and remarked something to him which brought a smile to his lips. The music was booming through the club and the sound thrummed through her body like a well oiled sports car. Wearing a black leather corset and a short black suede skirt she was the epitome of gothic delights. A set of knee high black boots with stiletto heels rounded out the ensemble as she moved through the crowd slowly.

Claudia loved the night life of clubs and with everyone that she had been too she was usually well known becoming a favorite soon after arriving for all the money spent and also becoming a regular very quickly. Stopping near a table she slowly slid back into the depths of the booth she choose as he watching spot and was soon joined by several 'friends'. Drinks were delivered and barely touched as the night life began to fill the club and the music continued to blare out its call to the wildness of the soul. Big flat screen projection screen TV's were placed at the corners of the club showing a myriad of cartoons and freak shows from the 1920’s ‘Noferatu’ to old shots of Betty Paige. Definitely in her element Claudia was beginning to draw her usual crowd of revelers.

 

[Talon]

Kale

OOC: I was born ready...heh


Kale drained the last swig of beer from its bottle and placed it down on the bar. He shook his head, noting the 'atmosphere' of the club. "Fuckin' freaks...' he muttered under his breath as he turned to walk towards the restroom.

 

[the_bean]

Lydia had been standing at the end of the bar conversing with one of the bartenders. Due to the most recent events of the place she'd grown more uncomfortable with being there late at night and chose to start her evenings early so that she didn't walk in in the midst of something awful. It was a little disappointing, however, because the real party didn't get started until midnight or later, but things just didn't seem as safe as they once had been.

She noticed the guy at the bar looking at her and offered a small semblance of a smile. She, like most of the other girls that frequented the club, was used to men ogling her. His gaze was different, however. His was appraising and it unnerved her a little. She didn't recognize him and that was her first clue to perhaps be wary.

But then he rose and headed toward the bathroom. The bartender swept his way down the bar to fix and order by some new arrivals. She turned slightly to survey the room, and cast a small wave and Claudia. She didn't know the girl extremely well, but they both came here a lot and were at least somewhat friendly acquaintances.

 

[Talon]

Something feels very wrong here...Kale thought as he washed his hands. Its past nine o' clock and still no bloodsuckers. Perhaps he was misinformed about the club? Nah, the source was reliable and rarely ever wrong. Kale shook his head as he walked out of the bathroom back towards the bar, bumping into some goth punk with a mumbled apology.

OOC: In the spirit of moving things along, I'll double post as a vampire as well, at least until someone who wants to play one shows up.

Name: Drake Demornis'
Description: An extremely attractive , very charismatic young man. Or at least he appears young, for Drake is a five century old vampire. A leader of sorts of the local vampire den. His personal magnetism is overwhelming, and he is never seen wearing anything less than the latest and most pricey fashions.

Drake sauntered into the club, a small smirk playing on his handsome lips. "So many women...so little time." He remarks as he glides across the floor to the bar. His light green eyes dance around the room, weighing and measuring each individual with care. Suddenly a rather large man bumps into him, a man who by his appearance, does not frequent these kind of joints. "Watch yourself ape." Drake snarls before continuing his path to the bar.

 

[the_bean]

Lydia's gaze turned slowly around the room as she kept an eye out for anyone she knew well, a few people caught her attention and she waved them over, though as they parted through the crowd to join her, she looked again at the man moving toward the restroom.

He bumped into Drake, a man she was familiar with only by rumor. Apparently his fetishes were the most extreme she'd heard - into real blood drinking. Some people thought he was a vampire, though Lydia had found the notion nearly ridiculous at first. Now she wasn't so sure that it was completely untrue. The man certainly was strange.

 

[Destiny]

Drake's Couterie

Claudia continued to remain at her booth and nodded toward Lydia , true she didn't know her but did she really know any of the dozen or so mena nd women that clung around her when she associated in the club. When Drake arrived she blew him a kiss and waved toward him knownig him perhaps better then anyone else in the club. Well considering they were both of the same Vampiric coven and they did know each other socially it wasn't unseemly to see him here tonight. As Drake bumped into some other gentleman she shook her head and could see the outcome now, Drake's tongue could be even more shapr then his fangs and she almost felt sorry for the man...almost.

 

[Talon]

Kale shook his head. " I'm sorry...what is that you said tough guy?" Kale wasn't exactly known for his steadfast temper. Kale moved to push the young punk, only to be grabbed by the two, rather large, club bouncers. Kale struggled valiantly, but try as he must, he was draged through the front door and tossed into the street. "Think twice before layin' hands on Mr. Demornis you dumb prick." The bouncers slammed the double doors, leaving the Hunter on the streets...back at square one.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Ambrosia

(Hope you do not mind of I join in )

Ambrosia stood in the corner of the club.. she had been there since just after it opened.. and that was hours ago..
Brushing her long slender fingers into and thru that black mane of hers.. golden eyes surveyed the gathered.. the Club was packed now.. dancers.. drinkers.. couples.. singles.. groups.. all looking for something... music... dance.. fun... companionship.. drinks..
She too was looking for something... she was looking for food...or to be more precise.. more food.. already the dumpster out back had 2 men.. they were more "boys" then men.. in it.. out cold.. probably til morning... when she fed she did not make it a habit to kill... why bother.. she got what she needed by letting them live...

She was already looking for another .. "treat".. when her eyes fell upon a familiar face... (Kale)... she did not know his name.. why would she.. he had been prey when she last saw him.. long ago.. and definitely very far away... a smile curling her lips... glad she was not in the habit of killing... he certainly was attractive.. no wonder she sought him out that one night...

She watched him.. he was hard to miss.. He had been there since just after she had arrived... before the Club was crowded... as the night wore on... she kept him in site... watching... waiting... and laughing as he is tossed out of the club... the bouncers may be lenient to females.. but certainly not to males...

She stood there .. wondering if she should slip out the back exit and approach him.. she was good at hiding what she was... she did not move right away.. deciding to watch and wait.. at least for a few more minutes..


OOC: Ambrosia Blacken
123 years old
Pale skin.. long midnight black hair... golden eyes...

 

[Talon]

Drake raised his arms in a gesture for applause, and the entire club lit up with laughter and clapping. He resumed moving to the bar, exchanging knowing looks with Claudia ,in her booth with her 'groupies'. He smiled and licked his lips at her, as she was indeed a fine specimen of undead flesh. His gaze turned to the green eyed mortal at the bar, and he sauntered towards her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Another figure grabbed her attention.. as he raises his arms as if wishing applause... stepping deeper into the shadows.. she sensed almost immediately that he was as she.. a Vampire.. she was new to the area.. and did not recognize him at all.. which was ok with her.. she liked being a loner... she also saw the knowing "wink".. her eyes traveling then to the .. other... ahhh another one she thought to herself.. probably part of the same Vampiric coven..

Turning her attention back to the male Vampire.. she sees him approach a mortal... and a beauty at that.. smiling to herself.. she glides the tip of her tongue over her fangs.. wondering why ..it seemed that Vampires were always drawn to beauty... even she were guilty of feeding on the "beautiful people"... she gets a sudden barrage of Marylin Manson "Beautiful People" in her head.. now there was a mortal crying out to be a Vampire... hmm.. maybe someday... grinning.. ~

 

[Talon]

Kale slowly stood, brushing himself off. "Note to self...kill fucking bouncers." He grumbled as he moved towards his vehicle, parked across the street and several spaces back. He owned a sleek, jet black Mustang '05, his only real possession of any value, and entered through the drivers side. Withdrawing his journal from the glove compartment, he flipped through the pages, filled with descriptions of various vampires encountered through the years, and cross refrenced this Drake fellow. "Damn...it was him...perhaps I need a different approach?" He shook his head, withdrawing a leather wrapped bundle from underneath the drivers seat. From within the bundle he produced two exotic looking knives, forged from silver tempered with steel. He examined thier razor sharp edges, the moonlight glinting off the large blades. "Perhaps I need a more violent approach?"

 

[the_bean]

Lydia watched the goings on with a slight detachment. She was never directly involved with any of this weirdness. (Though her talking about not being involved with weirdness would be completely stupid seeing as how she spends all of her time in a fetish club to begin with). She shook her head as Kale was tossed out of the bar, and turned back just in time to see Drake coming toward her.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized he wasn't just coming near the bar, but to her. Right to her. His eyes were on her and she began to feel very small.

Of all the times she'd seen him here, he'd never shown any interest. Not that she wanted him to. Despite his devilish good looks and his penchant for snazzy outfits, he frightened her more than anyone she'd ever known. All she could do was stare at him as he approached.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Lowering her head.. a thought crosses her mind.. sometimes.. she hated who she was.. what she was.. and now was one of those times.. as she watches the male vampire approach the mortal.... she hoped he would not kill... tho for some reason she got the feeling he either did.. or turned .. his prey... shaking her head as she turns away.. at least she left hers alive... maybe that was her way of trying to repent.. for what she was.. leaving her prey alive.. she had to feed... she had no choice.. and for the moment there were no other "treats" she was interested in.. and she did not want the other Vampires seeing her... so she slips out the back silently.. making her way down the alley.. to the front of the Club...

Pausing.. her mind trying to decide what she wanted to do next... it was the glint of silver that caught her eye.. and him... again... well... he had survived nicely... that was good to know.. it was rare she ever saw her .. prey... again...

 

[Talon]

((BTW Thanks for joining Ambrose.))
His smoldering gaze locked the mortal womans in a silent staredown as he slowly approached, moving with unearthly grace and style. The slightest smile played on his lips as he moved up beside her and took her hand, raising it to his lips for a kiss. "Why, it is not often we see such beauty grace this establishment. I do believe you are Lydia...correct?...My name is Drake Demornis...you may call me Drake."

 

[Destiny]

Stale cigarette smoke and body sweat

The scent of sweat hung heavily in the air as the club began to build up its massive crowds, others would start joining soon, others like her. Claudia was getting bored with those hanging on her every word the food was getting stale as well. She looked over each face that hovered near her and she almost sighed, well would have if Vampires breathed a breath of air at all. It was more a look of resentful disgust hidden *Barely* by a thin smile. Moving away from the booth and the crowd gathered there Claudia began to move toward the dance floor and the men and women there. Now this was getting a better view. Perhaps it was time to go out and travel again perhaps Paris this year, America was getting boring even if it did sport some of the weirder of the sects.

Smiling to herself Claudia seemed to find a simple delight as she danced in the crowd, these mortals so trying to be like the real vampire she was. Dressing as darkly and going to 'blood bars' to drink Absinthe and other exotic drinks. She hadn't tasted Absinthe in so many years she could barely remember the scent let alone the taste. But just occasionally oh so rare are those that drink to the point of excess anymore and the blood...oh the blood taste like the absinthe of old when she was a debutante in the 1800's coming out for her first ball of the London season and meeting the real world far away from her nursery. Yes this world today was not as it was then and she was feeling nostalgic for her old Paris home.

 

[Talon]

Kale

His eye caught movement in the alley next to the club. He tucked the knives into specially cut pockets on the inside of his jacket, and slipped out of the car. He slowly walked around the car and started moving across the street in the direction of the alley, eyeing the woman up and down. "Alittle late for a stroll alone, no?"

 

[the_bean]

"Y-yeah," Lydia stammered. She nearly choked on her words as he spoke. She wasn't sure if it was the smoothness of his voice that startled her, or how soft his hand was. "I'm Lydia. And I'm here all the time. I've certainly seen you before."

She cleared her throat, a pale blush crept over her cheeks and she straightened herself as much as she could, hoping to God that Drake couldn't see how intimidated she was.

 

[Talon]

Drake

Drake smiled, that rougish smile that seems to melt the mortal womens hearts, and turned to the dance floor, locking eyes with Claudia. He motioned to her, to come and join them. He released the mortals hand from his icy grip and looked to the bartender. "What are you drinking, Lydia?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the glint was gone as he stood.. her golden gaze catching the movements.. she guessing he tucked the blade.. she thinking it were only one... somewhere on his person... this pondered the thought... why? ... but she did not have the time to give that idea much weight at the moment... he had seen her... and was approaching..

her own cool gaze appraises him.. as he appraises her.. he probably would not recognize her... it had been dark the night she fed from him.. so long ago.. near the storage warehouses... where it was soo quiet.. she so hungered at that point... and yes.. he was a "beautiful person".. at least in her eyes... she had taken him.. she had nearly killed him so famished she was for blood.... but again that was sooo long ago...

"Alittle late for a stroll alone, no?"

her lips curl into a soft smile... she looking to the line of people over at the door to the Club ...

"Mmmm really not so alone in this place... I.. needed some air.. so I slipped out the back.. what's your excuse?"

Her voice was soothing.. deep... a gentle cool breeze on this warm summer night.. ~

 

[Destiny]

A hunting we will go.....

The prey was being circled by the vultures oh what a lovely thing she will be to shred. A cold smile slid along Claudia's lips as she slowly exited the floor of the dancing crowd and was beckoned by Drake. It was a command performance she knew all to well, as the Prince of the city Drake held sway over all the vampires about and with a flick of his wrist any vampire summoned by him was oath sworn to obey.

Her movements unhurried her eyes flickering over Lydia slowly she took measure of the girl, A beautiful girl by all accounts but she looked fragile and fragile never survived a night with Drake. She shook her head slightly and almost felt remorse for the child but then shrugged her shoulders as she finally seemed to just appear at Drake's and Lydia's side, "Drake darling you are look devilishly roguish this evening? " Claudia's English accent made her words purr through her lisp and she winked at Lydia and nodded her head to the girl as she took Drake's arm and pressed in close to him.

 

[Talon]

Kale

"Well my exit was a bit more...forced." He studied her form with an iron gaze, noting her senuous curves and far from unattractive face. "But what would a poor defenseless woman such as yourself do if I was here to take your purse...or maybe something alittle more physical?"

 

[the_bean]

Lydia stared at Drake a moment longer, barely registering his inquiry. So many thoughts raced through her head that she could barely straighten any of them out.

"Oh, uh . . ." She picked up her glass, which she'd finished already without realizing it. "I was drinking jack and coke, but . . ." She shook the glass slightly which caused the ice to clink around inside. There was no point in acting coy, she told herself, or declining him. The bartender had sensed come back down to their end, and smiling crookedly at Lydia, took her glass, as well as the order from Drake.

Lydia turned a half-smile on Claudia. She'd not realized the woman was so well acquainted with Drake. This revelation set her mind wondering anew.