The New War Dawns (Closed)

[Little Charming]

For thousands of years the werewolves and vampires have been fighting for who get's to be top dog and rule over most the races, while keeping the humans as unaware as possible. Just recently, or recent to the long living creatures it affects (100 years or so) shapeshifters have been showing up with the power to diguise themselves as whoever they wish to look like. Something along the lines of witchcraft, they can make themselves look like another vampire, a werewolf, your boyfriend or brother even and their only downfall is that they can't change their true scent.

Another problem is that not only does their whole existance throw the balance off between the vamp, werewolf fued AND they have allied themselves with the werewolves (for the most part) no one know's how they are created, what makes them, them... Lucky for the vampires, shapeshifting is a rare talent among human births, so the supernatural is still somewhat of a myth or miracle among the humans.

One of the best ways to try to blend in is to really take over an area that's packed with the people you want to completly miss you and what better place than portland, Oregon? Not many people in the state and a great place to set up a main headquarters for both vampires and werewolves alike.

 

[therufus]

Name:Sergei
Age:1954 looks no older then 20
hair: Short and dyed black
eyes:green
race:Vampire.
Description: Sergei has seen and done it all and has been fighting in the war since nearly the begining. He knows the smell of the enemy well and has learned their weaknesses. But this new enemy is proving a challenge for him. So he has sot out one of his "children" so that she can help him in the fight against he werewolves and the shapshifters. She may also be able to help with the ever growing desire to mate.

ic: Sergei walked into the city of Portland and sniffed the air. He knew she was here and she would not be hard to find know. He also notes that there are several other vampires here as well as lycans. He broke off into a run to where he knew she would be at and started sending out a mental signal to her letting her know that he was near and on his way to her.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Name: Alexandria (Alex)
Age: 218
Hair: Shoulder-length blonde
Eyes: Ice blue
Race: Vampire

Description: The daughter of a minor German Baron, who surrendered to Napoleon in 1805. She was betrothed to one of Napoleon's cousins in the French army, much to her digust.
Sergei was at the time amongst the guests at the ball and dinner held to "celebrate" the "alliance."
Alexandria fell in love as soon as she saw him. He appeared to return the emotion, and they ran off together.
After many nights' travel across Europe, during which he 'fed' from her, he in one terrible night 'fed' too strongly, and was forced to turn her into a vampire, or watch her perish.
By early 1806, the two were in America. Boston. However the two drifted apart, and Sergei eventually returned to his travels. Alexandria remained, and spent most of the remaining two centuries moving from city to city in the United States, staying ahead of the Lycans and Hunters.
Two years ago, she ended in Portland, Oregon.

ic: She awoke with a start. Wiping blood from her chin, and stroking the hair of the barely alive girl beside her, the mental call cut through her drowzy, blood-drunkenness. It was her Master -- or once master. Sergei. Her maker. He was near, on his way.
Rather unnecessarily, she pulled her short black dress back on, and laid a roll of hundred dollar bills beside the girl in bed. She would survive, though she would be weak for several days. The money would help, Alex thought with a smirk.

She moved, with little sense of urgency (he was coming at a run, why should she hurry?) to meet him.

 

[therufus]

Sergei stopped running as soon as he sees her. He walks calmly up to her and smiles lightly. He was happy to see her but not so sure she felt the same way anymore.

"Alex you answered my call. You still make a mess when you feed?"
He wipes the blood off her chin that she had missed.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"What are you doing here? Now? After two centuries of running, hiding, and feeding. Why now?"

Alex was visibly not happy. She had learnt to survive on her own after two centuries. No thanks to the man who had pulled her out of mortality, and given her the Curse. And then ... Now. Why now?

 

[therufus]

His smile fades.

"I'll let you know I left you for your protection. I have been fighting the Lycans young one not hidding. I knew that I could not protect you if you stayed with me. Didn't you wonder why I would disappear for days at a time. I was fighting to keep you safe. I'm an acient and that means they want me dead. I come to you know because we have a new enemy.''

His face has grown stern now.

"I have met them in battle and they are a worthy foe."

He lifts his shirt to show her a scar that runs across his chest.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alex looked into his eyes.

"A scar. If I could show you my many scars ... What is this 'new foe' that you have met?"

She felt little surprise. A man she had loved so intensely, had missed every day for two centuries ... and he returned not to claim her as his own again, but to help him in his little war.

She knew that he, and the older Vampires, had been fighting the Lycanthropes. Never considering any reasons, she simply blamed her own kind for the war, for causing the chase that had forced her to keep moving from city to city over two centuries.

She remained here now before him, because as she considered it, she could not think of anywhere else where she could run. What option was left, but fight?

 

[therufus]

"They are shapeshifters. They can look like anyone and the only way to tell the difference is by smell. And the one that gave me this scar looked like you. Ever since I got it I have needed to feed twice as much as normal. Alex I think I may be leaving this plain very soon."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

This information made her pause. Shapeshifters? And Sergei may be ... leaving this plane?

It was too much to take in all at once.

"What do you want of me?"

 

[therufus]

"I need to train you for want is ahead. You need to be ready to take my place until I return in a new body."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Take ... your place? I do not understand."

She felt increasingly confused. After so long, he reppears, tells her about the new war, that he is ... leaving, and that she must take is place.

She should have blocked his call, remained beside her human whore, and retreated before the daylight as it encroached. Lived the life she had for the last two centures. Running from city to city, from human to human.

 

[therufus]

"As you well know I am very old. I have many secrets that I must put into your mind. One of these secrets is that I am a leader in a small vampiric army that is one of the places you will take. The headquaters is here in Portland and it is there that you will become my student and I your Master."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Master? You will become my master again?"

She pauses.

"I still don't know why you are asking this of me. I am too young, too young to take your place."

She takes a step closer, taking in his scent, his aura. His sheer ancient-ness is something she can detect, and it floods her mind with memories of the old days.

Days long since dead, gone. But always remembered.

"I have missed you," she finally confesses at last. "I wish we could be together under ... friendlier circumstances. If ... you need me to do this ... then I will obey your will. Master."

 

[therufus]

He nods his head.
"Good. Now let us feed. The journey has been a long one and I need some blood. Tomorrow we begin your training."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alex gets a lusty glint in her eye.

"Ah, yes ... A hunt, like the old days? We shall find some humans to drain ... Well ... feed upon."

Alex found the blood to be an intoxicant. Always, she found herself fighting the urge to drain just a little more from her humans. Always, she found herself dizzy, light-headed, from the experience. The blood was to her no longer merely a needful thing to remain in existence, but a heady narcotic.

She had learnt enough control to be careful when and where she fed. Like with the hooker tonight. She rarely 'hunted' any longer, taking her meals in secure areas, where she could remain for hours in her drunken state.

 

[therufus]

He nods

"Like the old days. Please lead the way young one."

There was a glint in his eye.

'' Then we can do other things from the old days."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alex led Sergei to the busy part of town. Clubs, bars, people who looked more like vampires than the vampires themselves. Some of the people seemed in a different world: Licking stickers, or taking small pills, to escape reality.
"Not the high-class samplings we used to dine upon in Europe or Boston. But, the blood is good. And many of these would not be missed, should they be ... drained."
Her stomping-ground. Not much of a hunt, not like the old days. Little subtelty was required now.
She did pause though. Shapeshifters could appear to be anyone. Anywhere. So ... any of these apparent easy targets ...
"Damn you," she muttered quietly, but loud enough to be heard.

 

[therufus]

Sergei smells the air around them.

"Don't worry there are none here. All mortals."

He starts walking around the club sniffing every once in a while. Soon he stops behind a woman who is dancing by herself to the music. Sergei quickly finds the beat and starts matching the girls movents. Doing them almost before she does. Soon the woman leans her body against his and he goes in for the kill. No one even heard the scream. He drains her rather quickly and she falls to the ground dead.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Watching Sergei from the distance, finding his prey, moving in on her, striking, and draining her entirely ... Alex found herself excited, in an old, old way she had long forgotten.
The blood of the hooker was coursing through her body, and she felt it engorge her clit. Sergei was the only man to give her this feeling, and the intensity of her desire for him, seeing him drain and kill his target, was strong as ever it had been 200 years ago.
She feels herself tempted to do the same, but she has had enough blood, and any more would incapacitate herself til near dawn.
Quietly, she approached Sergei after he had fed, eyes wide.
"Lovely, my dear...."

 

[therufus]

He nods.

"Do you have a place?"

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Yes, not far from here. Studio apartment."

She leads him there, a dingy building containing a book and movie store on the ground floor, above this a large, dreary room. dark wood floor, unfurnished with bare metal support beams. Heavy drapes over the window block out all light.

It is sparsely furnished, only the basic needs are met: a bed, several chairs, a small kitchenette, little used since she now ate only for enjoyment not for sustenance.

 

[therufus]

Sergei looks around and nods his approval.
"Nice place. All a vampire needs and nothing more. Glad to see you listen to me even after two life times."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"I listened to all you said, watched all you did. I did ... some of those things."

She half-turned to him.

"We have much to catch up with."

 

[therufus]

"Yes we do. So tell me all that you have done since the day that I left you to fend for yourself." He sits down in one of the chairs and waits for her to begin her story.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She sits, across from him, eyes locked on his.

They parted in 1806, Boston. Near the beginning of a new era, as the fledgling United States was growing. And as it grew, she traveled.

The war between the vampires and lycanthropes had waged in secret through the centuries, but Alex avoided the war. Racked with sadness, regret, anger, she shunned the vampires, feared the lycans.

To New York, Philadelphia, Richmond, New Orleans.

As North and South began to fight, Ontario.

Always a step ahead, a step away from the war.

Survival is all that mattered to her. Survival, and the feeling she got from blood. A trail of drained bodies behind her, her only memory of 200 years.

"Do you see, why I did not greet you so warmly? I've never loved another man. The women ... can I call it love, when I place them so near death? And now, I am to lead the fight."

She sighs softly.

"And you? Has it been a series of battles, in your war?"