The World Below (Open)

[TheScarletBlade]

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The water was dark blue, dark enough that you couldn't see anything through it. Whether from years of pollution and waste that infested the waters or the cloudy,starless night up above, the ocean beneath the small cargo freighter hailing all the way from the port at London, was dark and murky as he got closer and closer to its destination: Los Angeles, or the Jewel of the western United States and one of the most famous cities in existance. A short trip through the English straight, down through the cold Atlantic,down through the Panama Canal and into the waters of the Pacific had gone by for some with long days of boredom. To the other,special passenger on the freighter,it was a very,very long time to be asleep and now after a month of sleep in his rather comfortable coffin, the thirst for blood was becoming overwhelming as the red thirst began to cloud his mind,his canines enlarging in his mouth as they could almost sense the close proximity of warm and beating Human hearts.

There was suddenly movement in one of the solid,metal cargo containers that were resting in the cargo bay on the rear of the Freighter. The ship had been hired to transport some luxury cars,a large polished dark jet black coffin that had been ornately carved out of wood,polished and painted with a glossy black that almost made the wood look like glass the way it reflected the light. There was gold actually inlaid on the angular edges of the coffin and had anyone in the ship realized it was real they might have stolen it but in this day and age,no one used real gold on anything. The other stuff looked even stranger,strange relics that looked old and were probably priceless: including some strange swords,armor,flags and many other things that filled the cargo containers. No one knew just exactly what all the stuff in their cargo bay was for or where it came from but someone had Paid them 5 times their normal commission to take all of it to Los Angeles and not to touch any of it on threat of Death. The lid to the Ornate coffin suddenly began to tremble and then flew upwards and out,almost coming off its hinges as it was forcefully blown open.

There was darkness all around him and there was barely any air inside the cargo container that hadn't been opened in almost a month and a half. Rising smoothly out of the coffin,still laying down with his arms crossed over his chest,the crimson eyed warrior, Brin Draven pushed himself up telekeniticly until he was standing on the soft,plush red cushions inside his coffin. Opening his eyes for the first time in a month,suddenly even in the darkness of the cargo container,one could see the bright crimson colored eyes of the legendary vampire, the reflection in the hard set eyes of the crimson eyed warrior's eyes burning like an inferno as the red thirst for blood seemed to consume his every thought, the instinctual and animalistic need for blood threatening to over ride his intelligent,human side. Brin's deceptively powerful body was weak,he hadn't fed in a month and a half. With the help of the hide hand,Brin was able to get down from his coffin and plant his feet on the cold,solid metal of the cargo container that he was in. Brin reached into his coffin,he felt his hands run over the lush and comfortable padding in his coffin until he finally gripped the worn black leather of his faithful sword: Venator.

The cargo bay was quiet,as silent as a grave at night. Suddenly within a split second it went from silent to an echoing roar. The door to the cargo container that held the dark coffin of Brin Draven suddenly shot open with amazing force,the two heavy metal doors flying wide and slamming against everything around them causing a resounding crash. Standing at the edge of the cargo counter was Brin Draven. Standing somewhat hunched over as his strong chest heaved for breath,the exhaustion caused by his lack of blood and exerting enough force to blow the locked down and heavy metal doors of the container wide open before him had was drawn heavily on the weak old blood vampire. As the artificial lights in the cargo light began to turn on,Brin lowered his head to keep the glare out of his crimson eyes. His ears perking up as the sound of frantic steps could be heard from somewhere off,there was only one sailor,probably the only one awake at this time, coming down to see what the hell was happening. Suddenly with a burst of strength given to him from the red thirst and the excitement of knowing that there was fresh blood near by, Brin readied himself as his prey approached.

The Sailor burst through the door somewhat dramatically,his old looking 9mm Beretta held up and out in his right hand,a flash light in his left. The Sailor,known as Yuri to the others was one of the two Russians who ended up on the crew. Having left the Ukraine looking to make some money and have an adventure,his life suddenly came to a close as he unfortunately ended up on the wrong ship. Taking slow steps forward into the Cargo bay,the sailor looked around, moving his pistol and flash light around in a half circle in front of him,looking for whatever made the noise earlier. His right hand shaking as it held the black,metal pistol up and out,Yuri finally found something in the center of the cargo bay. Approaching slowly,it looked like a man that was crouching over. The man was dressed in a somewhat odd manner: He wore all black, black dress shoes,nice looking black dress trousers and an all black and red silk doublet that looked like something you would see in a old movie, with lapels and a high collar. With a blood colored,crimson cape draped around him,the man looked kind of sick because of the pale color of his skin. In a fluent movement,the figure rose to its feet and Yuri stopped dead in his tracks, pointing the weapon at him. Looking right at the Crimson colored eyes on this man,Yuri was suddenly frozen in place. He wanted to pull the trigger as the figure bared its large fangs, gripping a still sheathed sword in its left hand but he suddenly couldn't as his eyes glazed over. His mind was working but his body would not respond as he stood frozen,Staring at the figure in black. Flying forward with amazing speed,faster than the paralyzed sailor could even follow with his eyes,Brin was upon his pray. As the gap closed between the two of them,Brin's silver blades sword screeched as it left its sheath and fly forward of him in a deadly arc before him, cleanly slicing through the Sailor's wrist. His hand and the gun held in it fell to the floor with a clunk, Warm sticky blood began to spurt out into the air,splattering across the pale handsome face of Brin. Brin's tongue slid out of his lips and licked the red blood on his face, his blood on fire at the sweet taste. Though Russian blood was often thick and kind of chunky,Brin wanted more,NEEDED more as he leaned in toward the paralyzed man,still bleeding out all over the floor. Yuri tried to scream but his body couldn't move as the figures mouth widened and sharp fang's sunk deep into his neck.

Brin was stronger, a lot stronger now as he walked away from the cargo bay,leaving a body that looked paler than his own on the blood covered ground. Blood trickling down the side of his pale,handsome face and dripping from his fangs as he walked through the door and up the stairs toward the control room of the ship, Brin was suddenly feeling more and more like his normal self and less like the animal that the red thirst made him and every vampire like him when they were starved for blood. Brin, his crimson eyes ablaze as he walked through the completely dark and empty stair way to the control room finally reached the door. Brin could feel the three other sailors on the other side,he could hear their hearts beating in their chest and almost taste the sweet blood coursing through their veins. Lifting his left hand up in front of him, the wind rushed around him as the door to the control room blasted off its hinges and into the room,revealing Brin to the three sailor's looking at him with wide eyes and looks of horror on their faces. Striding slowly and intimidatingly into the room, Brin could feel their fear and reveled in it as they reached for their automatic weapons. Almost simultaneously the three sailors raised their weapons and opened fired on the blood covered,sword wielding black figure as he entered the room.

The sailor's held the triggers down,spraying bullets at Brin until they all clicked empty. A wall of brass covered lead bullets made a wall in front of him as Brin kept taking smooth steps in,the bullets hitting a inpenetrable but unseen wall of force in front of the Crimson eyed warrior as he stalked ever closer. All of their weapons empty,their bullets expended, the men were attempting to reload as all of the tiny bullets in the wall of lead suddenly fell with a clink to the ground before Brin. "Guns are so unreliable and not a match for a good sword at your side" was as cold and heartless as the grim specter of death he represented. His crimson eyes suddenly flaring with life, Brin easily paralyzed the men around him,each man stopping dead in their tracks as if they were a machine someone had hit the off switch on. Brin knew he had them but the night was slowly burning away and he had much to do: so he was going to make it quick for them,he just had so little time and so much to do as Brin raised his silver blade up,the light reflecting off the polished yet blood strained edge of the elegant weapon in his right hand.

Brin shot forward in an split second,moving so fast his blood red cape whipped dramatically in the wind behind him as his powerful legs shot him forward toward his unsuspecting pray in the middle of the three men. Bringing his elegant silver blade out in front of him, Brin stopped a second away from colliding with his paralyzed opponent,his silver blade sunken into the man's chest all the way to the intricately designed and jewel encrusted hilt of Brin's sword Venator,the sharp blade sticking 2 feet out of the man's back as blood dripped off it to the floor. Reversing his grip on his sword, Brin smoothly lifted on of his powerful legs and kicked the still stiff and paralyzed on the dead man off his blade,the man thudding to the deck beneath him as Brin was already moving onto the next victim,his weapon leading the way. The silver blade splitting the air with the awesome force in which the now enraged and blood thirsting vampire wielded it with, made a gleaming silver arc as it easily cleaved flesh through cloth as it tore open the chest of the second sailor,sending blood spurting into the air in droves,covering Brin,himself and almost the entire room as Brin killed him.

Tipping his head backward, Brin's crimson eyes were blazing with the blazing inferno that was burning through his veins, Brin opened his mouth wide,growling as he tasted the sweet scent and taste of blood in the air,his canines still enlarged for feasting. Slipping further and further into his animalistic,instinctual side as the blood in the room threatened to overwhelm him,Brin turned on the third sailor and looked at his paralyzed pray. The Sailor,given enough time and surprisingly having enough will to break the weakened eye raid power that the still weak and hungry Brin had used to keep him paralyzed was suddenly gone as his force of will broke it. Slamming a full clip up into his weapon and racking the slide back,with horror in his eyes at the gruesome scene around him, The sailor began to fire at the slowly approaching Brin. Bullets thudded into him,the impacts causing him to recoil with each blow but they didn't stop Brin as he came closer and closer. Finally losing himself to the thirst, Brin shot forward and tackled the scared Sailor,slamming into him with amazing force as his weapon went off,idly spraying bullets around in the room and causing them to ricochet off the walls. Holding him down as he struggled,he didn't put up much fight as Brin leaned in and bite into his jugular vein's with sharpened fangs,lifting his head with a jerk to rip out the man's throat and shower himself with blood, feasting on it,feeding on it as he focused on draining the man.

It took a few minutes for Brin to collect himself after the whole affair on the bridge,Brin had finally slated the raging beast in the back of his mind and suppressed it for now as he walked slowly out onto the aff deck of the ship and out toward the Bow of the ship. With rusted railing on the deck leading to the Bow, Brin could see the lights of Los Angeles harbor getting closer and closer as the ship slowly crept through the dark waters toward one of the cleared and abandoned docks. Jumping up onto the rails with one smooth leap,Brin stood out,looking over the water as he pulled the silver broach of his cap apart and flipped it over,the blood red crimson becoming dark black like the night around him and the rest of his clothes. Clasping it back into place, Brin held himself on the edge of the ship with perfect balance,looking out at the harbor getting closer and closer when there was suddenly a familiar smell on the air,it was faint but very distinct to Brin's sharp sense: it was the musky,sweaty smell of Lycans. Brin's eyes were suddenly a light with intrigue as he laid a pale skinned hand against the hilt of his sword: Venator or Hunter in the old tongue.

The derelict ship crept into the harbor and then suddenly the engines went dead as it lightly tapped against the edge of the old wooden dock. There it would float until someone Brin had hired would come to collect his things and not ask any questions when he delivered it to Brin's hide out. Brin hadn't been to Los Angeles since the city had been founded a couple hundred years ago during the days of the old west. During that time,Brin was posing as a wealthy,English noblemen that owned the largest ranch in California. As Brin slipped stealthfully from the ship, little more than a shadow moving in the darkness, Brin was silent and swift as he left the ship and headed in toward the land,following the scent of the Lycan's with a gleeful sense of anticipation growing in him as he spotted where the smell was finally coming from: A large,rather run down looking warehouse. Not only was their just the overwhelming smell of Lycan's as Brin got closer and closer but the sound of gunfire,roars and other sounds of conflict: there was a fight taking place in there,no doubtably between the Lycans and Brin's fellow vampires. Swift and silent as death itself, Brin moved with blinding speed as he smoothly closed the gap between the warehouse and himself, crouching down mid stride to leap high up into the air,the wind whipping around him as he landed gracefully and without a sound on the roof of the warehouse.

Below him,in the warehouse was obviously a nest for one of the Lycan tribes,it looked like were-bears by one of the few lycan's in hybrid form was fighting one of the vampires. There was four vampires, all of them new bloods and armed with top of the line H&K assault rifles, moving with tactical precision through the ware house, dropping Lycans as they attempted to fight back. The attack had only be going for a few minutes but already ten Lycan's were down and oozing out blood laced with liquid silver as they died. The other Lycan's,now that they had time to respond were either changing or beginning to grab weapons and fire back. Pinned under fire from the lycans or trying to fight a hybrid form were wolf,the Vampires were slowly starting to get overwhelmed by the remaining Lycans. His rage building,the crimson eyed warrior looked both parties with hate as he gripped the intricate silver hilt of his elegant and faithful sword,trying to plan out just what he was going to do.

Grabbing a hold of the worn,black leather of his sword's scabbard, Brin slowly slid it off with a satisfying grin as the silver blade came free from its sheath, the flashes of light from the weapons discharge reflecting on the now clean silver blade.Setting the sheath down on the wide steel beam he was standing crouched on,having slipped in through a open window on the right side of the building. Watching the carnage below,Finally Brin decided it was time as he pushed gracefully off the beam with his powerful legs. Executing a smooth front flip as he came off the bar and began to descend amongst the carnage, his black and crimson cape whipping up behind him as he descended on the battlefield like the grim reaper himself. Crouching as he landed perfectly on his feet,his cape spreading out around him,his head down,Brin paused for dramatic affect as the entire battle seemed to stop around him as both sides looked quizicly at the dramatic entrance of the legendary,crimson eyed warrior.

Standing up slowly and fluently,his cape coming in around him in almost a magical manner,the theatric vampire looked up,his crimson eyes a blaze with rage as he lifted his silver sword up, parallel with his body,ornate silver hilt level with his blood red eyes. Dropping the sword down in a sweeping manner,the ever traditional warrior Brin offered his opponents the sword salute that knights used to give each other before going to battle. Though the gesture would be lost to the others in the warehouse, it played to Brin's sentimentality as the fight was about to began anew. The vampires,who assumed by the way that Brin looked, thought they were being reinforced by one of the old bloods of their chosen house,being too fresh in the vampire nation to have even heard the stories of the Crimson Eyed Warrior,last of the great warrior Asura's bloodline. Look around the room with a keen eyes,the crimson eyed warrior noticed that there was little more than 7 enemies in the room: four vampires and 3 lycan's left. Brin turned over to look at the four vampires who were firing at the lycan's at the other side of him. His eyes blazed with life for second as suddenly the fire stopped as fingers on triggers were suddenly released and the vampires stood frozen, unthinking in place.

They were weak, to fresh to being vampires and part of a bloodline to diluted to stand a chance against the Eye Raid or the hypnotic mind controlling power of the Old Blood Vampire. There was only a split second for Brin to react before a power were bear in Hybrid form sprung forward toward him,huge paws reaching for him. His eyes a light with rage, Brin turned to face his opponent and raised his silver bladed sword,the entire weapon suddenly erupting in a white hot flame, consuming the entire blade as it became like a tongue of flame. Reeling back from the pure heat alone of the blade, The huge lycan looked quizicly at the weapon,not sure what to make of it. A devilish smirk breaking up his handsome but pale face, Brin shot forward with his flaming blade leading the way. His sword strokes were lightning fast and accurate,from centuries of practice with the elegant weapon,the blade cleaved easily through the massive arm of the lycan and then smoothly across his chest,the flaming blade cleaving into his exposed,fur covered hide and ripping his chest open,the flame on the blade searing the wound closed as the howling animal fell back as the blade cleaved through the transformed Lycan's organs like butter. Following the momentum of his blade,Brin smoothly planted a forceful kick into the burning wound on the dying lycan's chest,the force behind it amazing as it sent the heavy beast stumbling back away from the crimson eyed warrior.

Lifting his left hand, Telekinetic energy from the hide hand shot from him as he sent one of the other Lycans,who was pointing an assault rifle at him, hurtling back through the air, right through one of the windows up in the roof and clear out through the empty night sky into the cold dark water out in the pier. Turning the face the other Lycan,in the middle of his transformation into his hybrid form, Brin lifted his flaming blade up until the pale light of the flames illuminated his cold,grim face and the flames reflected in the raging crimson eyes of the old blood. Waiting for the classic spot in the transition where the lycan could no longer control himself to offer any resistance, since he was caught half between animal and man, Brin shot forward with darting speed,his black cape whipping behind him as he shot at breakneck speed toward his opponent. Bringing his sword low but angling the tip up,Brin collided with his opponent,his flaming blade piercing straight through the Lycan's neck,the hilt against his adam's apple and 3 inches of flaming,silver blade sticking out the back as the burning hot blade caused an aura of smoke around it,vaporizing any blood that might of tarnished the elegant weapon.

Yanking on his weapon,Brin smoothly spun around,bringing Venator with him as he wheeled about,the blade cutting cleaning through the side of the man's neck as it came free, dropping the limp body to the floor. The vampires,like statues watched the whole thing as Brin shot up into the air smoothly and then landed on top the wounded,struggling and still alive hybrid form were bear. Having flipped his blade point down,the force of his decent forcefully sent the flaming silver blade right through the massive bear like head,right between the eye as the blade cleaning went through and into the ground: at that point,the were bear stopped struggling. Looking back at the still frozen new blood vampires who had watched the whole thing frozen,trying to move yet their bodies no longer responding to their mental commands,it was like being trapped in your own body as Brin slowly made his way toward them, his silver blade still flaming as he approached them, he was the dark specter of death,the grim reaper coming to collect on their short unlives.

His crimson eyes suddenly flairing as he used the hypnotic power of the eye raid again to plant thoughts in the minds of the vampires, bending their will to his own as the two to his left suddenly turned sharply toward each other. Their eyes going wide as they unvoluntarily lifted their weapons up in the same smooth manner they did before,setting the hard metal stocks into the grooves on their shoulders and pointing the weapons right at each other,the two vampires almost simultaneously fired a burst,or three rounds back to back, at each other,the liquified silver in the hallow point tips of the rounds having the same effect on each other as they shot each other in the heads. Their bodies going down,blown back by the force of their assault rifles,they were nothing more than ash by the time they hit the ground. With a satisfied smirk, Brin turned back to look at the two other vampires,still frozen. He could sense their fear and it just burned his blood all the more as he approached them.

Smoothly pointing the tip of his sword at one and then the other,Brin was playing eenie meanie mini mo between the two in a somewhat slow,dramatic fashion. Finally letting his weapon rest on the unfortunate vampire he had chosen, Brin's crimson eyes began to darken,his crimson pupils not disappearing but the white of his eyes becoming solid black as he brought his entire will against the man. The man's brain,receiving signals from Brin and not its master began to shut down,the man's entire body stopping and shutting down,receiving its orders from Brin. Effectively dead,Brin was a perfectionist with his work though,so he offered the suffering vampire a quick death with a quick slash with his silver blade,the flame slowly putting itself out as the vampire before him ashed and didn't even know it. His eyes returning to normal,Brin looked at the last paralyzed vampire and rose his pale skinned left hand up in front of his face. Snapping his fingers once,the man was suddenly lights out as he fell asleep right in front of Brin.

Brin had left one of each side alive to tell his story and began to spread the rumors about him. At this time,almost no one in this corrupt underworld would even pay attention to the story of a Crimson Eyed Vampire that killed a room full of Lycans and Vampires. Maybe one person though....that one person might actually remember the old vampiric legends and remember either Brin or his master: the fire god and great warrior from the eat Asura. Turning slowly,Brin slowly walked through the carnage,past all the burning dead bodies of the lycans,the sick smell of burnt flesh, sweaty animal and sewer began to sting at his nostrils but he payed it no mind as he used the hide hand to call the sheath of his faithful sword down from the rafters,the black leather sheath spinning through the air dramatically as it was called to him,the smooth crimson eyed warrior catching it in his hand and sliding the silver blade of his trusty blade into it.

It was good to be back in Los Angeles, it was good to be a member of the dark world below but more importantly: It was time that he resurfaced again...the Legendary ancient dark hunter,the follower of the fire god,the red eyed murder and the crimson eyed warrior, the last of the noble blood like of the fire god Asura: Brin Draven,a 600 year old black blood,a warrior relic from a time long gone was back on the prowl but unfortunately the sun was going to rise in 2 hours and for now he needed to get to a dark,hidden hole where he could hide until night.

 

[Bsquad]

Los Angeles was the kind of place where you didn't know just what kind of threat you could expect. Wheither it was the roaving gangs of street punks who thought it was fun to just kill random people, the Vampires who ran the gamunt from being sophisticated residents of Beverly hills to the low down degenerates of Little Havana, or the Lycans that shfited through the alleys and side streets preparing for their own war though the streets. Anyone who knew anything about the supernatural inside this city knew that a war was already going on...the repeated instances of violence that erupted in the streets were always pawned off as 'drug wars' and 'street crime'.

But the truth was that the streets of LA were running with the blood of human, Vampire and Lycan, each being spilt in a war that raged in the shadows of this city since it was founded over a centry ago. Since then the war had always raged as it had raged across the earth for millenia...but these days things were getting worse. Vampires had slaughtered street gangs and killed Lycan gang leaders. Lycans had invaded the sanctuaries of the Kindred in Beverley Hills and burned mansions to the ground. Hunters had fought running cun battles through the shopping malls with the supernatural and their pawns. Everything was escalating, open war was upon all the players in the game, and all the players lusted for victory, each one attempting to out-do the other for their win.

But each attempt at victory was coming at a higher and higher cost. Lycan tribes were being wiped out, vampires slaughterd as fast as they could be turned...and humans...humans both hunter and innocent were dying in droves most of them unaware of the dangers to their lives, and those that were facing not only the supernatural, but the all to mortal threat posed by their own society. Humans never really understood the perils that surrounded them, being far too willing to blot out the unusual that tormented them and focus on the threats that they thought they knew. Humans killing humans was normal. Werewolves, Vampires, Spirits and Demons were simply stories to be ignored.

Charles von Schnider was not a man to be ignored. Even if he wasn't a hunter he would still draw the gaze of men as he walked down the street. He towered over others in the street and was as big around as a linebacker for the Steelers. He filled a doorway, all of it muscle so thick and tough that one would think that it was coiled steel beneath his skin. His silvery eyes glimmered in the pale moonlight from overhead, just as his white and gray hair gleamed in sharp contrast to his dark clothing. He was a hunter, one of the few humans who'd taken up the burden of fighting the darkness that lurked beyond humanity. But he wasn't entirely human...he was partially what he hunted. His blood was a mixture of that of a humans and a Lycans...not a legacy that he could have wished for in life, but instead it was something that he despised, despite the strengths that it gave him.

He'd left Europe behind, coming to America, drawn to the burgening war raging inside the city of Angels. But now he was standing on the docks of the port of LA, his first night of hunting in this new city had been rewarded with information that there as something going on at the docks. Killing his way through several lesser pawns of the vampires, he'd run into lycans, kindred and otherswise filling the docks. He hadn't been used to that kind of numbers back inside europe...America truly was the land of plenty when it came to some things. His M60 had gotten enough use already that he'd been feeding a new box of ammunition into it when he came across the other hunter. He saw her striding across the concrete of the dock headed towards a freighter...examining ash and corpses scattered about. As Charles slipped in the belt of 7.62mm Silver glasser round ammunition into the feed of his weapon he slowly followed along behind, silent despite his immense bulk. The woman looked familiar, but he couldn't place her for the life of him.

 

[monique_minx]

Her sword sliced the air neatly as she brandished it, the vampire that had been kneeling before her became nothing more than a pile of ash as her blade sawed through the unclean thing’s neck. Good new blood’s were hard to find and after listening to the one’s story; she’d had enough of its failure. This one had been turned without her permission, she growled under her breath at the incompetence of her house and it’s growing chaos.

Duvessa D’Silvio sheathed her sword and turned to the growing crowd in the old stone hall of her mansion, vampires everywhere and not a useful one in the lot! She was the head of Domus; one of the twelve old vampire house’s and she was growing more impatient with them every day. Lyra stood back on her left, Duvessa’s right hand if she could ever prove herself worthy of such a position and she was growing annoyed with how long it was taking Lyra to prove herself.

“You’re wretched and vile! Lycans walk all over you! A red eyed warrior and you can’t move?!” Her voice echoed through the hall, every vampire in it flinched at her anger and annoyance.

Duvessa thought she knew who this crimson eyed warrior might be but refused to believe the man could still be alive after so long. Her black hair sweeping down her back suddenly became a flaming red colour and her eyes changed from brilliant gold to electric blue as she raised her hand, the nearest vampire walked forward as Duvessa drew her sword. The white dove etched into the hilt disappeared under her tightening hand and the engraving on the top ‘Domus’; seemed to glow with power. She held her sword out straight and pointed at the approaching vampire who had terror in his eyes as he continued stepping forward. He walked straight into the sword, ash scattering everywhere and gasps issuing from various men and women in the hall.

“You’re easy, you’re done.” Duvessa said quietly as she sheathed her sword and her eyes returned to their golden colour, her hair remaining bright red.

“He was strong Mistress, stronger than I’ve seen many in a long time.” A vampire stepped from the back of the crowd; other’s moving aside to let him through. “Perhaps stronger than you.”

Duvessa looked at the man with a smile, “And were you watching this event dear Davlos? I had wondered where you’d run off to…”

“Indeed Dove, I watched unseen. He was nothing short of an amazing old blood.” Davlos spoke and walked straight up to Duvessa, using a nickname only certain people had the right to use with her.

“Better than you or I would you say?” She asked, a brow raised as she attempted to gauge Davlos’ thoughts.

Davlos smiled and waved his hand dismissively, “Trying to get inside my head My Lady? Trying to find the truth are you? Would I be foolish enough to lie to you?”

Duvessa laughed, “You’ve been foolish on a number of occasions Davlos, that much is hard to merely guess at! Leave us!”

The vampires began to exit the hall, Duvessa turned to Lyra as she made to leave, “Not you pet, you stay and maybe you’ll learn something yet!”

“He was strong I assure you Duvessa, I cannot say if he is stronger than you but perhaps stronger than me though we’ve yet to test that theory!” Davlos grinned, challenging her with a spark in his eyes.

Duvessa returned his grin; the old blood’s eyeing each other as she began to circle him seductively before leaning to whisper in his ear, “You can’t get past my charms no matter how hard you try love…”

Davlos gave an involuntary shudder as her waves of lust passed through him, her eyes a sparkling blue once again as she employed her natural power of seduction on the male vampire.

“Stop it” He whispered to her, still shivering under her power as his manhood began to bulge in his pants.

Duvessa grinned and snapped away, her eyes flooding with yellow gold again as she released him from her hold. Her heels clicking on the ground, her leather top was sliced short, her leather skirt hiding next to nothing but keeping most from viewing anything was her green velvet cloak with the hood pulled back. Davlos admired her form for a moment until she caught his eyes with a smirk.

“Fetch this vampire dearest, he should at the least be polite to his hostess house.” She said softly.

Davlos nodded and walked out the door immediately as Duvessa turned to Lyra, “Still not on human blood yet pet? I told you what I’d do to you if you don’t take up your place soon enough.”

She gestured to the ash scattered on the ground before she moved back to sit on a throne like chair that took pride of place inside the great hall. She beckoned to Lyra to come to her side and awaited news from someone about this new vampire crawling over her city.

 

[FaeBites]

Balance, something that was essential to the survival of all living, and unliving creatures, was being decimated. You could smell it on the wind; you walked through the remnants of it on the stricken LA streets, you breathed it in then coughed it back out. This city was dying, a horrific death of anger and territory, of undead and unnatural, of pain without cause nor reason. The city was desolate to the magical beings, even the parklands wilted under the oppression of darkness, it was no longer good and evil anymore, but a severe mixing of the two where ever you looked, constantly trying to win out over the other in every living being.

So Laiella knew she was the only of her kind willingly within these city limits. It wasn’t just because of the death of everything here, but of course the cause of that death as well; the vast popularity of supernaturals in this city left it as a pulsing trap for any of the Fey. Whether because of her own self confidence, or a recklessness that could be suicidal, Laiella walked these streets as if she owned them, unafraid of the shadows. The sunlight that glittered like a loving pet against her skin during the day, was still present even in the darkest night, just under her skin, ready to be unleashed if she was in need. She was making a name for herself among the community, which was both a good thing and a bad thing, those with more intelligence steered clear, those with more arrogance then anything else thought they were up for a taste. The fairy sighed, she may have been part mortal, but her mothers’ power flowed strongly through her veins. Giving her the scent that immediately induced a vampires bloodlust, and at times provoked a Were’s physical lust during the full moon.

She roamed these streets not only because she felt compelled to, but because her and the other hunters were the only thing sometimes keeping the rest of humanity blissfully unaware, and safe, from the surrounding danger. As each day passed and the war between the two major factions become more pronounced, it became steadily more difficult. The more sensitive mortals had moved elsewhere already, not needing to put a name to the tingle of foreboding that chilled their skin. But the majority of humanity was to selfish – and self involved – to start to question anything to deeply.

Sometimes, the lively and fiery halfblood found it even taking its toll on her. The swell of exhaustion, the never-ending astounding stubbornness and arrogance of fledglings and raging weres’ combined. While the real world distracted itself with terrorism and human squabbles they turned a blind eye to the home front, and the terrors that stalk the night. A climax of change was rising though; she could feel it in the sands of time around her, whether it was change for her, or change for the world she couldn’t tell. It put her on edge though.

She’d heard the police radio talk of commotion down by the docks, her and the contacts on the LAPD force had slowed the investigations and now she was heading there herself. Yes, alone. She’d been called stupid many times, suicidal a lot as well. She didn’t have to worry about any of the mortals though when she was alone, and the supernatural partners were prone to over excitability. Besides, Laiella could look after herself just fine. Her keen senses needed no more help then the vague light, and she was in no rush, her sixth sense picking up only the faint tingle of fading supernaturals presences. The fight was over, and she was just here to pick through the ruins.

The carnage was easy to find, following the smell and the flicker of flames. Her lips tightened, her soft violet eyes darkening as she assessed the damage. Her silver hair almost glittered in the reflection of the flames, moving like an element of its own against her back. She definitely didn’t look normal, and she attracted glances wherever she went amid the mortals. It was a bane and a necessity of her existence, she didn’t want to pretend to be normal, and being alone suited her just fine. Humans were to fragile, to breakable, and love? Well Laiella had witnessed first hand the damage that could do.

She shook her delicate seeming features, washing away the sudden dark thought. Tonight was not a night to think of her parents. Her small form prowled towards the warehouse, her nose crinkling at the smell of burning fur, flesh, and vampire ash. She didn’t stop until she stood amid it all, turning in a slow circle, her eyes missing nothing. She worked methodically, having several elements in her favour to rebuild the scene around her. Her eyes followed the tracks on the ground, the spray of bullets and splashes of blood. The lay of the bodies and the scents still lingering in the air. Last but not least, she had her sensitivities. If she got there soon enough, she could pick up the faint trace of the last thoughts and feelings going through their minds before they died.

Laiella crouched, her eyes closed, and her head tilted slightly as though listening to something.

Kill them, kill them all!
Vampires! The stink! Shit they got-
How did they find us – questions later, kill, kill!
Stupid mongrels, god I love that smell…

A clash of other sounds reached her ears, inhuman roars, the sound of automatic weapons, the smell of gunpowder. More obscenities from both minds, she had to concentrate, the thoughts of supernaturals being harder to follow at times. But the rage and bloody fury allowed her to follow along easily enough. Then suddenly it changed. She got a glimpse of a face, crimson eyes, bowing like a medieval knight with a sweep of a sword.

Backup! Old Blood! We’re saved-
More filth – attack! –
Something’s wrong, can’t move! He’s-
What is he doing?!
Fire?
Kill!

A shudder started at the base of her spine as the deads’ panic overwhelmed her senses, she felt them fall, her head twitching to each of the flaming carcasses without opening her eyes as he disposed of each Were, then the little valleys of ash. Finally she shook herself free, it was enough to tie the physical evidence together. Pale violet eyes opened, and she stood up. She found the place he’d entered the fray, her eyes skimming the ground, sidestepping the first body that was being consumed by flames. “He holds his own kind still while he finishes the Weres… killing all but one of each?” The fey shook her head, rubbing her temples. One word kept spiralling out of control with every answer she found. Why?

Perhaps it was time to see if Duvessa was prepared to give some answers... Laiellas lips quirked. Now that was a game of cat and mouse. The Fey found herself almost admiring the Vampiress, who actually had some morals, but not enough to let her get pinned down between those fangs.

She walked away, towards the docked freighter that floated darkly on the water. The clothes she wore helped her blend with the shadows more, despite the brightness, shimmering light of her hair. The off the shoulders black top had a neckline of lace, glimpsing her soft seeming skin beneath. Deceptive, in itself. Her skin had a Feys resistance to any weapon that wasn’t Iron or laced with lemon juice. A black skirt ended in fashionable tatters above her knees, giving her freedom of movement, and a tantalizing glimpse of skin. She was to use to using her scent, and fragile seeming beauty, to draw her prey to her.

It was only away from the other confusing scents and lingering dead that she recognised the itch down the base of her spine. Without a single hesitation she turned a corner, moving quickly out of the things line of sight, she swung silently onto the roof of the building then back tracked, finding the deceptive movement of shadows that gave away his position. She breathed in deeply, he seemed familiar, her feather light touch brushed against his mind, and the Fey relaxed, grinning. She leapt down from the roof, landing in a crouch a few metres behind him. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous out here by yourself, grandpa?” She said, her playful voice breaking the silence as she straightened, using the nickname Laiella had created when the halfbreed had finally revealed his age to her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

LaJorna

The day had gone on forever and the stench of the city was still something her poor little nose hadn't gotten used to but now that the library was closed, she was ready to go home to her little bungalow and rest. LaJorna had waited until the head librarian had switched on the night lights and then skedaddled out the front door, her small legs taking long strides as she strode across the parking lot to her electric scooter. She wished for the thousandth time that she could afford a car, but shook that thought away.

I will get one, eventually. Just like I got my house.

The house was located in the hills, just outside of LA's city limits. She couldn't take the smell and all of the people, bumping into her, driving her insane inside with some kind of frenzy. She felt safer in the country. Less apt to break something...or someone. And truth be told, she had noted others like her and also NOT like her...and she wanted no parts of any of them. She wasn't going to be canon fodder for the beasts that rampaged in the night, not if she could help it.

Fuck that! A grim thought but what could she do? There was always someone looking, waiting, watching. She would be doubly damned before she allowed anything else to happen to her. I will die first.

A few moments later, she was on her scoot and headed for home, out into the brush and sand that surrounded the fake greenery of the city. The drive on her scooter took just over a half hour but it didn't matter to her, the wind whipping by dispelled the scent of sweat and shit that seemed to waft from the city proper. Finally, she reached the desert with its bright stars, scrubby pines and sage bushes. Her bungalow was a haven and made her feel safe. A rare commodity for one like herself. She putted into the drive and hopped off, pulling her knapsack from the little space beneath her seat.

The moon was riding high, but not full, not yet. LaJorna could feel the tug on her nonetheless and relished the idea of running free to hunt. Maybe a few rabbits. She unlocked her door and went inside, flipping on switches and checking for intruders with every available sense. There were none. Heading to her small bathroom at the rear of the house, she stripped and jumped into the shower, allowing the warm water to rinse away the sweat and dust of the day. When she was clean and ready, she stepped out back, naked and willed her change.

It got easier each time and she enjoyed the feelings that coursed through her as her body shortened and fur sprouted. Five minutes later, a small silver, white and black wolf ran away from her back porch and out into the night. The night called and she had to answer.

 

[your_vice]

Lyra

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[Rayne_Clowd]

Melinda turned over the closed sign on the door of The Purple Moon and locked the door, her little occult shop located on the corner of temple street near some other run down buildings, fit in quite well to its surroundings. It also helped that there where no apartments near by...besides Melinda's above the shop. So no one complained or minded that she opened and closed at strange hours.

The Purple Moon signified with a purple triple moon of the goddess above the door on a white sign, looked pretty much like any other book shop, it was only when you looked closer that you noticed the candles, and display cases of crystals and athemas...and when you entered it was the aroma of potions, herbs and scented candles that told you this place was a little different. Of course the appearance of Melinda did add to the vibe of the place with her long flowing red hair, pale skin , jade green eyes, pentagram necklace and gypsy dresses. She did not look like every other person in LA....a few for sure but mostly she was unique or seen as a bohemian.

Melinda had long since found her business did better if she opened at 6pm and closed at 12am, so it made her a bit of a loner and very much an insomniac. It was now after Midnight and Melinda was feeling the wear and tare of the day. She flicked her red hair over her shoulder and then with her silver snuffer began extinguish the flames of each candle around her shop.

Once she was certain all the flames where extinguished, she flicked off the table lamp near the cash register and the one tall floor lamp in the center of the shop, then she opened the red curtains at the back of the shop and climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs she check to make sure a big thick wooden door with a pentagram engraved on it was locked and the continued past it to her apartment.

Once Melinda opened the door to her apartment she heard the familiar sound of Bryce welcoming her home, he meowed and purred as he curled about her feet in greeting. "Well hello handsome" Melinda cooed as she bent down to pick him up, kicking the door closed she went straight to her little kitchen to fix Bryce some dinner...."Tuna okay with you kiddo?" to which Bryce meow so Melinda took that as a yes.

Melinda's apartment no doubt looked like many others, if you just ignored the strange box with the purple cloth draped over it that was used as her alter, it contained a standard altar arrangement with the Ashame on the right, the Chalice to the left. The Pentagram embroidered onto the cloth, The Pentagram represents the four Powers: Air, Fire, Water & Earth. The fifth point represents Spirit and is always above all the others.

The Alter also contained a bell, a small cauldron about the size of a bowl in the center for her offerings, two large candles one for the god and one for the goddess are placed either side of that, and four other smaller candles at points in varying colours, black, yellow, red and blue for north, east south and west. And this all took pride of place in the center of Melinda's lounge room.

And if that was not different enough for you as your eyes drifted around the rest of the apartment you would find prints of different deities or statues, not to mention the over flowing bookcase with titles such as " Wiccan bible of Crystals" or " Find your inner goddess and invoke her love" Basically Melinda was wiccan through and through and it was as much apart of her life as breathing.

Once her Bryce her beloved cat and companion was fed. Melinda helped herself to a glass of juice and some crackers, that she consumed as she walked up the hall to her bedroom. Melinda had finished her meal by the time she got there so she placed the empty glass beside her bed before she undressed, dumping her clothes on the floor and entered her en suit bathroom.

Starting the shower, Melinda waited for it to steam and warm before she climbed in and began to soap her body. Starting around her neck she then worked her hands down using the soft soapy sponge to lather her breasts then her torso and down to the v between her legs "mmm" it felt so good after a hard day in the shop.

Melinda did not know why but of late she had been selling out of more and more stock, constantly having to order in new supplies, which of course was wonderful for business but she could not help but wonder what Karma-tic in balance was at play.

Melinda leaned back and allowed the hot water to flow over her head and down her body, her hand now finished with the soapy sponge reached for a bottle of shampoo.....it was then she remember she had used the last "damit..." with that her body went limp and her head drooped down to her chest,... then bare foot, naked and dripping wet Melinda made her way through the dark shop to the shelf that contained her home made shampoo's "got yah" and with that her head snapped up and Melinda was in the shower again with shampoo in hand....she knew it was wrong to use her astral projection for such little things but she was too tired to do it the pure mortal way.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Brin Draven,the crimson eyed warrior suddenly emerged from the bridge of the small,derelict freighter that was tied down to one of the docks here in Los Angeles. The freighter was Derelict because Brin had systematicly killed the entire crew, reveling in their blood as he fed for the first time in months. Now the scene was just wanton slaughter,the smell of blood was thick and intoxicating on the ship as Brin had returned for a few more of his personal affects before he headed out to find a place to hole up for the night. As Brin,almost invisible in the darkness as his all black clothing blended seamlessly with the night around him. Making his way to the bow of the ship,Brin stopped suddenly in his tracks as he smelt something very familiar on the wind: a unique smell from someone he once knew, someone he hadn't seen in years, since the end of World War 2 when amongst the chaos of the fall of Berlin, Brin had disappeared once more into the annuals of history,his name just myth again. Wrapping his black cloak around him,Brin smoothly moved to the rail at a slow crouch,looking silently at the two speaking below him.

His crimson eyes suddenly went steely as he saw just who he expected to see: A half lycan,Nazi piece of shit that should have tasted the razor edge of his silver blade during the closing days of World War 2. Brin couldn't help his right hand gripping the intricate hilt of his faith sword,Venator, as he looked upon this ghost of his past. Brin had hoped that the eager allies or the brutal Russians would have killed the half lycan but then again,who could expect human's to do anything right the first time. Brin's cold,calculating crimson eyes shifted from the Nazi filth over to a beautiful,silver hair woman talking to the overgrown ape. Brin could tell by her hour glass form and long slender legs that she was special. Brin picked up her scent, it was amazingly sweet and unresistable as his cold black blood began to burn. Leaning his head back,opening his mouth open wide as his canines enlarged, it took a lot of mental strength for Brin to shake off the smell and collect himself once again before he blew his cover.

She would have to wait,they would both have to wait. Sun rise was no more than 2 hours away and by the looks of both of them,a battle between the three of them would not only rip the dock apart,it might destroy a good chunk of Los Angeles as well. Having to actually physically rip his eyes away from her,Brin shook the smell out of his head and then slipped away from his position and moved to the other side of the deck,hoping up onto the opposite rail that he had jumped off earlier. The other dock was a decent amount away but nothing he couldn't handle. Summoning his strength around him,Brin smoothly jumped from the rail and swore through the air,his black and crimson cape whipping around behind him as the wind blew on him as he accelerated through the air,whipping his somewhat long hair out of his face as well. Smoothly planting his feet out in front of him and with uncanny grace,Brin landed on the opposite dock and began to walk down it,bringing his cloak in around him to become nothing more than a shadow: he wasn't going to let the two of the opposite and far away deck ever know he was there watching them though Brin couldn't get that smell out of his mind as he stalked off into the night: now it was time to find a place to stay.

It didn't take long,not long at all before he found what he wanted. You hunt one vampire you have hunted them all: the Vampire nation was extremely predictable,especially the House of Domus, the top house in Los Angeles but not the only one. Moving stealthfully through the night,the shadows just seemed to wrap around him naturally as he moved through the alleys of the city. There were lights everywhere and they hurt his crimson eyes but that didn't stop him from what he needed to do. Moving through the back alleys, Brin was using his ultra violet eye sight to find a glyph,the mark of the house of Domus that marked where one of their safe houses would be, a place where vampires of their house and guests to their house were welcome to stay during the day light hours. Finally after a half an hour of quick movement,Brin had finally found a place that looked suitable to his needs,the glyph marked in a large steel door that barred the entrance to the safe house. Walking straight up to it in a slow manner,a wicked little grin spread across the pale yet handsome face of Brin as he knocked on the solid metal door with his left hand,the knock echoing in a metalic tang into the room on the other side. A slit at the top of the door slid open as a pair of eyes looked outside to see who it was.

The heavy steel door suddenly blew back,screeching as it ripped off of its heavy hinges with amazing force,flying backward into the room,taking the startled bouncer with it. The heavy door slammed against the concrete wall behind the man,sandwiching the man in between the heavy steel and the concrete wall. The steel began to warp and wrap around him,pinning the huge vampire bouncer to the wall and crushing him tightly against the flat,smooth concrete. Striding in through the now open hole in the wall, Brin Draven entered somewhat dramatically,his cape that was black on the outside and crimson on the inside swaying almost theatricly behind him as he walked in,the crimson eyed warrior all dressed in black walked passed the pinned bouncer as he tried to struggle against what was once a heavy steel door but was now a barrier of steel holding him in place. The big bouncer would get out eventually and when he did,he would start running,running as fast as he could to get to Duvessa and that was the whole point: what happened next was just for fun.

Striding down the hall and around the corner, Brin smoothly pushed through the curtain of beads that led into lounge. It was already full of vampires,sitting comfortably on couches or on chairs,all bantering and carrying on like they had nothing to fear: after all,who would come into a safe house for the House of Domus and start any trouble. Well it just so happened that tonight was not their lucky as Brin strode into the room. All of the vampires stopped what they were doing and looked up,the horrid screeching these new bloods called music suddenly stopping. There wasn't a single old blood amongst them,they were just weak fledglings, self important and thinking that they are something because they are Vampires: it was pathetic. There was a devilish grin spreading on his face as he looked at them all "First one to tell me where Duvessa is doesn't die" his voice cold and emotionless, there was not a doubt in anyone's mind what was going to happen next.

There was a mixture of screams and shouts as the room suddenly exploded into life. Many of the vampires and the humans in the room were suddenly on their feet,scattering for the wind. The bulk of them were running but a few of them,obviously more important than the others were attempting to go for guns. Brin would never know why people now a days thought that a gun was the ultimate weapon,it would be ultimately useless against him. Growling,his blood stained and enlarged canines flaring out of his mouth,Brin took slow steps forward. Suddenly there was the roar of gun fire and the repulsive smell of sulfur and gun powder in the air as Brin walked into the wall of lead, the bullets stopping short in front of him. As they hit an invisible wall of force,the bullets just collected on it,moving in front of Brin as he moved forward slowly still. Finally,his right hand gripping the intricately crafted silver hilt of his sword,Venator, drawing it out smoothly in one fluent motion,the silver blade sparkling in the light as it scrapped its way out of its sheath. Suddenly there was a chorus of clicks as weapons went dry,all the ammo in his enemies weapons was expended: It was Brin's turn now.

Pushing his left hand out,the wall of stopped bullets suddenly firing out in front of him like a claymore mine,the bullets like mini shrapnel firing forward in a directed wall of death before him. The bullets tore two of the reloading vampires in front of him into nothing as they ashed,the remaining bullets hitting the walls or hitting two more vampires as they attempted to flee, ashed them as well as the silver hallow points, standard issue for any vampire because of the war with the lycans, tore through their bodies. With a burst of speed, Brin shot forward with blinding speed as he dashed across the room at one of the two remaining vampires who was just about to get another clip in his weapon when Brin was suddenly upon him. Setting his silver hilt parallel with his hip,setting his blade backward so that it trailed him as he ran,the silver blade catching on fire with almost unearthly red fire that looked like it had come from the pits of hell itself,Brin was moving so fast he slid past the vampire as he attempted the stop his forward movement. Mid stride,Brin had swung his mighty,flaming sword forward in a deadly arch in front of him,the blade cleanly cutting through the vampires neck,beheading him. His head started to roll off to the side before he finally turned to ash on the floor,Brin smoothly turning around to face the last of the vampires,staring in wide eyed horror at Brin.

Brin smoothly stepped forward,holding his flaming sword point down at the ground as he walked forward,the crimson red flames casting an ominous shadow on the ground behind Brin as he got closer and closer,his crimson eyes blazing as he got closer and closer. The man had dropped his weapon out of his shaky hands and was stepping back,his face pale and agast with fear as he looked at Brin. Stumbling over a leg rest, he fell to the ground ungracefully and looked up at the flaming sword as Brin pointed it at him,his shadow falling over the man as Brin stood above him. His pale and perfectly handsome face had no emotion as Brin looked at the quiver vampire below him: so pathetic that this is what the world was reduced to....gun wielding cowards that didn't know what it meant to live and die by the sword, not knowing the pleasure of being in the thick of war,wading through the blood and carnage of a battlefield,your sword being the only thing that could protect you from the enemy that is trying to kill you. Brin didn't have to say anything,the stammering and afraid vampire did it for him "Please....please,I will tell you where Duvessa is,I will take you there....JUST DON'T KILL ME"

"Actually,I don't really care at all" Brin said with a smirk as he lifted the blade in a smooth manner and then plunged the silver blade right into his chest,the fire consuming him. He screamed in pain as the crimson fire burned him and it took a full five seconds of the worst pain he could imagine before he turned to ash at Brin's feet. Brin was about to leave when he sensed there was blood close,warm hot blood and a rapidly beating human heart. Looking to a dark corner in the room,one of the female human's had hidden there,hoping that in the chaos no one would find her. She looked up at Brin's crimson eyes with a horrified look and that was all she remembered. Brin's crimson eyes sparkling with life as he used his powerful hypnotic suggestion against her,he smirked devilishly and lifted his pale skinned left hand and crooked one finger at her. The flame dying from around his blade,Brin smoothly slid it home into its sheath as the human crossed the room to him and stood,brain dead as a zombie before him. Running that same finger down the side of her cheek,Brin leaned in close to whisper into her ear "this won't hurt a bit" he said hotly as he nuzzled his nose against her the hot skin of her neck. He would never know if she heard him but it didn't matter as he opened his mouth wide,his canines still enlarged and took one big bite right into her neck.

It didn't take much blood for Brin to get back the strength he had lost using his power to fight the few vampires that hadn't fled the safe house. Laying on the ground at his feet,the female human was wriggling in front of him,blood leaking down the side of her neck from the holes there. Brin hadn't sucked her dry,no where close and just biting a human didn't mean they would die or turn, actually a bite from a vampire was probably one of the most pleasurable things ever, right up there with an orgasm,maybe better depending on who you asked. Brin,a second generation vampire and an old blood's bite was better than an orgasm as he had been told by ladies in London for centuries. Smirking to himself,his work here was done and it was time to leave.Heading back out the way he had came,he found that the bouncer had done just as he predicted and the trail was still warm,stalking back out into the night,there was still an hour before sun light but he would be where he needed to be before then.

Brin had tracked the bouncer easily through the winding alleys and wall the way across town as he ran head long in fright toward the main house of Domus. It had taken him 40 minutes to finally get there,even moving with the enhanced speed of a vampire and Brin had been shadowing him the entire time. The great hall of the House of Domus hadn't changed much since it was first built during the early days of the founding of Los Angeles. It was here in this very city almost a century ago when it was founded,that Brin had first met Duvessa,the head of the house of Domus. They were opportunistic and saw much prospect out here in Los Angeles and this entire time,from the shadows they managed to rule the city. Brin had waited almost 20 minutes for the bouncer to go on ahead and get into the complex. Obviously he was going to bring word to Duvessa about what had happened,if ten other vampires hadn't already.

Finally with the sun about to break over the horizon on the somewhat cloudy day,the smog in the sky visible to all, Brin walked slowly up the gate of the House of Domus. The guard,who were obviously human came out of their little guard house,weapons raised and looking at him quicily as they called a challenge to him, trying to figure just who he was. Brin offered them a slight grin and then looked back at the first glimpse of the dreaded sun creeping over the horizon and then looked back at the guards. He could have taken control of them or done any number of more devious things to them but he didn't have time to kill everyone on the way into the house,after all he was sure to be a guest " I am here to see Duvessa,I am sure she is expecting me" Brin said in cold,casually way as he waited to gain entrance into the house.

 

[monique_minx]

Duvessa smiled as her blade swept the floor, the ashes of the vampire guard of one of her safe houses scattered across the floor. As the intercom buzzed, she sheathed her sword; her face positively aglow as she crossed to press the button.

“Yes?” She asked the guard at the gate.

“We have someone who claims to be a visitor of yours Mistress, shall I let him through?” The guard seemed nervous.

Duvessa grinned, “What colour are his eyes?”

The guard paused before answering, “They’re red Ma’am, glowing red…creepy…”

Duvessa’s eyes lit up, “Let him through, dawn approaches and he must be in need of some shelter.”

“As you wish Mistress.” The guard cut out and Duvessa stalked back to the throne like chair, she swept her cloak and sat upon it.

Davlos reappeared in the doorway with a curt nod which Duvessa returned; he wandered over to stand on her right and looked at the trembling form of Lyra. He sighed and shook his head at her resilience; she would go into a rage of bloodlust if she didn’t feed soon.

“Lyra you have been warned, how can you expect to do as your Mistress requires of you if you can barely stand? Soon you will kill a human simply because you’ll need to feed; your bloodlust will consume you.” Davlos stated smoothly as other vampires entered the hall, news traveled fast about the new comer; an old blood to match their Mistress.

The house of Domus had no windows, which was difficult to see from the road as trees littered the front yard to obscure the house from view. Duvessa stood as all the new bloods entered, only a few old bloods bothered to show up out of curiosity but none were as old as Duvessa and not as powerful by half. Each old blood took up a seat, a smaller chair of stone that lined the walls and was meant only for those with a great deal of power. The crowd was silent as Duvessa stood, she was a most intimidating figure standing in front of her throne.

“So you all heard?” Duvessa quietly addressed the crowd and received a few nods and murmurs in return, “And you all think you will get to witness what exactly?” She raised a brow but no one dared to answer her.

She stepped down from the small stage that held her throne, “My demise? Some of you wish it, I know that much.” She glanced over her shoulder at Lyra briefly before her eyes returned to survey the crowd.

“Brin Draven is the red eyed warrior you fear so greatly, he has no patience for new bloods so if you think you’d prefer him over me, are you prepared to die darlings?” She smiled sweetly at the silence and turned back to her throne to sit upon it, she crossed her legs, “I thought not.”

The doors creaked open again to allow Brin entry when he felt ready and the new bloods moved to get out of the way although Duvessa knew that for him to slay one of her’s in her own house was…rude and violated protocol. Her sword swung down the side of her chair and she kept it from view with her cloak easily.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

The sun was about the break over the clouds when the nervous looking guard finally let him in. Brin could tell by the way he gripped his weapon tightly and his heart beat so rapidly that he was afraid of Brin. That just meant the rumor's of his coming to Los Angeles were already spreading in the House of Domus: that made this next part extremely easy then. Walking across the courtyard to the house,Brin wanted to start running toward the open door waiting for him but he could feel eyes boring into him already: he was being watched already by many of the vampires in the house. The house was already shaded up and ready for dawn to break,Brin could see the entire inside was already dark. With an emotionless look on his face,he kept slowly walked across the courtyard, Looking as if he didn't even care about the sun rising behind him. Right as Brin hit the door,the sun finally crested and a ray of light followed him into the dark room,one of the vampires slamming the door shut behind him.

Brin was a second generation vampire,so his blood wasn't so diluted that the great weaknesses of the vampire race were less severe for him: he could stand being in the sun for a little before it kill him, it was like being in a room of radiation,it sapped his strength until finally he would fall weak to the ground and die in a horribly slow way. Many of the vampires looked in awe at him,totally expecting to see nothing but a pile of ash left,their new blood minds couldn't even comprehend just who or what he was. The fore room was full of a bunch of new bloods and a few humans wriggling on the ground in pleasure as their blood was dinner for the vampires. Many of them looked at him in horror as the shadows clung around him for a second when the door closed,only his crimson colored eyes visible to them. Finally stepping out of the shadows,Brin walked past all the still shocked new bloods,after all they were so easy to amaze, and strode slowly down the largest hallway,he figured that it would lead to the place he needed to go.

No one could say the House of Domus didn't roll in style,it was a beautiful house,a lot like the one he had just sold in London. As he walked through the halls,Brin looked at some of the priceless pieces of art the world had though they had lost or some of the other artifacts that he knew Duvessa had collected during her almost 600 years of unlife, she had almost as good of a collection as Brin did. He made no sound and was little more than a shadow walking down the empty and dark hall,obviously everyone was waiting for him, probably hiding under their mistresses bed, after all,the boogie man had come to town. Brin stopped at the end of the hall as the guard at the door pushed the solid oak door open before him slowly,the candle light from the hall suddenly illuminating the dark hallway Brin was standing in.

Stepping slowly into the hall, all eyes were on him as he walked in. His black and crimson cape swaying behind him as he moved,the silver,jewel encrusted hilt of his faithful sword gleaming in the last,Brin slowly walked through the parting crowd of Vampires before him. Barely using any power to do so,all of the candles and torches in the room suddenly roared to life with more flame than ever before,the light and the heat from everyone of them a light like that filling the hall. Still walking as if it wasn't a thing at all,Brin kept slowly approaching the throne. It was a little theatric but it made sure that no one in the hall got any ideas, at least no one that wasn't worthy to fall at the edge of his silver blade. When Brin finally reached the end of the path,at the foot of the Dias that sat the large throne,with the ever beautiful Duvessa in it,Brin couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

Falling to a single knee at the foot of the throne,his right arm coming up to his chest as his right hand made a fist and he placed it over his heart, Brin's sword clinked against the solid stone grown as he bowed customarily. After 600 years,Brin Draven was still Sir.Brin Draven,Knight Protector of King Henry the Fifth and Baron of Yorkshire. It didn't matter that none of those things existed anymore,as long as he kept the tradition alive,then they would never truly be dead. As head down as he bowed,Brin suddenly looked up at her,even though they didn't get along and probably never would,She was still the lady of the house and it was only proper. Smoothly rising,his hand still over his heart,he customarily introduced himself " Sir.Brin Draven, Baron of Yorkshire, The Crimson Eyed Warrior,Crimson Eyed Prince or Follower of the Fire God: The Great Warrior of the East Asura, Last of his Noble Line. Also known as the Ancient Dark Hunter,The Red Eyed Murderer and The Kin Killer, I request a moment of your time M'lady" His voice was formal but cold,a sharp look in his crimson eyes and his left hand strayed closely to his sword hilt, keeping his eyes on the man to Duvessa's left.

 

[Bsquad]

Charles Von Schnider

Charles walked across the concrete, his feet scattering Vampire ash and kicking aside fallen Lycans with little regard for the corpses that lay before him. He didn't care about them, they were simply filth that needed to be dealt with. But his wary eye drifted over the fight examining what had happened with all the care of a crime scene investigator, but none of them would see this. The ashes and bodies would be dealt with by their collaborators, keeping the secret could make manythings fall by the wayside. Charles sniffed the air slowly, the scent of blood, ash and cordite still lingering with the salty air of the ocean and the polluted ilk of the city. He tucked his M60 close to his shoulder, he had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. His weapon was bulky, tracking back and forth as he walked. The weapon was an immense impliment of death, hand built by him over the years and an object that he trusted his life in.

The muzzle boasted a flash suppressor and the barrel itself was an integral silencer. Mounted along side the gar return rail was a laser sight and halogen UV lamp both of which were linked to a small actuator switch on the foregrip. Moving back the form of an EOTech holo sight mounted along the top. It was a deadly impliment in the right hands, and his were most certainly the right hands. He raised it, and the canvas ammo sack around the box of silver shredder rounds shifted and it clattered menacing in it's sound. As Charles walked along, he slowly scanned about. Not much could drop him, but he was prepared for whatever might attempt it. Even though he was half-lycan, his body was still clad in armor plates, and he had spare ammo boxes resting in pouches on his chest and thighs. He was prepeared, he'd only gone through three hundred rounds...he still had another six hundred to deal with any threats. His footfalls seemed muted in the wide open space, but something was raising the hackles on the back of his neck.

Befor he knew it, he lost the woman. He didn't know where she went. Charle's mind began to cast about, his senses seemed to extend and search for where she might be. There was only a hint of a scent, and it was a familiar one. He spun as his senses let him know just who or what was watching him. His halogen light snapped on and illuminated the familar lythe form of the woman he had been intendng on trailing, but there she stood behind him, and the smile on her lips matched the coy words that escaped them.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous out here by yourself, grandpa?”

His lips turned into a smile as he lowered his weapon and he realized who he had met.

"Hello there Laiella, what do you mean old man? I look great for eighty two." Charles replied, the germanic accent to his words giving them a harsh edge despite the humor. He stepped forward and the stray beam of light from a spot that hadn't been shot out illuminated his face, his features still looked like he was barely 20, but he'd lived longe enough to have seen one of Adolf Hitler's speaches in person.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Melinda was hot and bothered by her blankets and bed clothes as she gasped and panted awake...she flung back her covers and then rubbed her eyes as she looked to the window then back to the alarm clock beside her bed. It was a little after 5am and the sun would be rising shortly. She had managed 4 hours sleep before being woken by the same hauntingly arousing dream...the same one that had disturbed her for weeks now, 4 hours a new record she thought as she placed her bare feet on the floor.

Bryce meowed to Melinda and circled her feet, the same as he did every morning. " Good morning tiger" she smiled and scratched his head before rising to her feet and stretching. Melinda had very simple bed clothes, a singlet top and loose cotton pants....she was a creature of comfort and it was not like she had anyone in her life at the moment to impress with lace teddies and g-strings.

Barefooted Melinda padded to her cute little kitchen she needed a cup of herbal tea and she needed it now...."hmm defiantly Lycium barbarum this morning, I think Bryce" Melinda was showing off, she smiled down to the cat who was now circling his bowl in anticipation, . "yes yes very soon, but I need to wake up first"

Melinda placed her tea pot on the stove and rummaged through the cupboards to find the dried Goji Berries she had shipped in from Tibet, Melinda knew that In Oriental medicine, the Goji Berrie is said to correct chi deficiency, which basically meant that people with low energy, insomnia, heart palpitations, and even anxiety feel more comfortable after consuming goji berry tea. In Mel's case it was low energy, after too many nights of disturbed sleep.

Once the tea was made and Bryce was fed, Melinda made herself comfortable on the couch tucking her feet up beside her and clasping the cup between two hands she sniffed the aroma and then took a sip. "mmmm, I need this" she whispered to herself. Melinda had a busy day ahead of her, she had heard of an auction house on the other side of town that was reportedly selling off items from an old Gothic mansion.....such old houses usually held secrets and rare antiques...who knows she may get lucky and be able to add to her collection.

Melinda had tried to do some research on the house while in the shop last night. But every time she started to try the computer....a new customer would walk in asking about herbs or potions. Melinda was still pondering the amount of those she had been selling of late, it was unusual and some customers did not appear to be all light and goodness wiccans, but they paid cash and left her alone so Melinda served them just like everyone else.

 

[monique_minx]

Davlos crossed his arms wary of the man known as the crimson eyed warrior; his sword was plain and hung obviously from his belt. His black hair swept back neatly and his green eyes ever watchful of his Mistress. He was barely 400 but still the only one Duvessa could trust to watch her back and chosen carefully from the ranks of armies she had come across over the years.

Duvessa smiled at the man kneeling before her, her hair had returned to its black colour and her eyes were pure gold again.

“Sir. Brin Draven, Baron of Yorkshire, The Crimson Eyed Warrior, Crimson Eyed Prince or Follower of the Fire God: The Great Warrior of the East Asura, Last of his Noble Line. Also known as the Ancient Dark Hunter, the Red Eyed Murderer and the Kin Killer, I request a moment of your time Milady"

“The Lady Duvessa D’Silvio, leader of the house of Domus and rightful vampiric overlord of Los Angeles.” Davlos spoke and Duvessa rolled her eyes, she hated formalities.

“Yes, yes Davlos! He’s well aware of who I am, just as I am well aware of who he is. You needn’t waste time with such formalities Sir Draven, please tell me what brings you to my city?” Duvessa stood, her sword clanking at her thigh and the sound reverberated on the walls in the silence of the great hall.

The old bloods stood as she did and the new bloods started to murmur, she rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Brin, taking his chin in her hand and gently steering him to look up at her. Their eyes met; a stark contrast of gold and red as she spoke.

“Please, rise Sir.” She then addressed the crowd as their noise grew, “Leave! I only want the old bloods in the room, you new bloods irritate me and that excludes you as well you know Lyra.” She shot a look over her shoulder at Lyra.

The new bloods began shuffling out, some slower than others as most of them wanted to see this play out quite badly. When they’d all left there were only three old bloods standing in front of their chairs, Davlos, Lyra, Brin and Duvessa. She stepped back from the warrior to let him to stand, her power ebbing through the room and coating the walls but she was not employing it completely so her eye and hair colour remained as they were.

“At last…some peace!” Duvessa rolled her eyes and smiled at the lack of crowding in the room, her eyes returned to Brin and she spoke thoughtfully, “You’ve been making a mess of my new bloods dear Brin, I do not know which one of us scares them more.”

Davlos moved off the stage, keeping back but ensuring he was close enough to protect Duvessa should he need to. The thought of that caused a grin to stray across his face as he remembered her power and knew he had never needed to protect her from anything before.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

LaJorna

The desert sands had been kind to her, allowing her to run off the energies of the day. She had eaten her fill of various night creatures and knew that she should probably shift back and go inside. The problem was...she didn't want to.
Life as a wolf was MUCH easier, no job, no scary people. She stood up and gave herself a good, all over shake and then trotted for home. Hiding away in furry form wasn't gonna keep a roof over her head or buy her a car. The thought was so foreign that a wolven grin came, and went, before she noticed. Eventually, she was back on her porch.

Reversing the change always hurt her more, probably because she didn't really WANT to be human. Whimpers and howls echoed mournfully before turning into gasping cries and tears as her fur reversed it's growth and her body resumed it's mortal shape. Ten minutes later, it was done. She got shakily to her feet and stepped inside.

No more than a half hour later, she was snugged down beneath her favorite down comforter and drifting in the twilight space between true sleep and drowsiness. The sound of a voice followed her down as she let go and drifted away.

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The sun was high in the sky when she awakened with the taste of last night's meal in her mouth. She rolled out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, she was almost back to normal though still nude. She meandered back to her room and grabbed the first pair of clean jeans in her closet. Then she wandered toward her dresser and grabbed a plain, soft, white cotton tee. The last bit of her ensemble was a pair of black biker boots. She got dressed with a minimum of fuss and then went to pack her knapsack for work. That was when the phone rang...

Hello? Yes. Oh, ok. That's fine. See you at seven.

She hung up with her boss, a wide grin lightening her green eyes just a bit. She had some extra time today, maybe she could go book hunting. With a happy smile, she turned to finish her packing and then a few moments later, left her house behind to go back to the stinky city.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

His sharp crimson eyes were watching the scene,calculating it all in his as he watched the male vampire at her said,he could tell by the way the man practically gripped his sword,that Brin was intimidating him. After all,since the man was an old blood,he was sure to know of Brin's reputation but more importantly he knew who Asura was, the mention of Brin's master seemed to bring a weird look to all the old bloods who were well versed in Vampire lore but the name meant nothing to the new bloods, no surprise their, as they kept watching the scene intently. As Duvessa approached him,her long slender legs moving with a practiced grace,her skirt swaying at her hips,Brin had forgot how beautiful the golden eyed Vampiress was and despite the long years since the last time the two of them had met, nothing had changed,she was almost MORE beautiful,if that was possible for a vampire.

Her touch,light but cold, pulled him smoothly to his feet,it almost looking like a dance move as he rose gracefully to face her. All eyes were on them as the room was deadly silent, Brin could see the look on the Male vampire warrior at the side of her throne was a little hurt but there was nothing he could do but look on at Brin and his mistress. Brin was going to say something when she suddenly called out for all of the new bloods to leave the room, a huge chunk of the crowd in the room suddenly made an exodus out of the grand hall, the heavy polished oak doors shutting behind them as they left. Brin took a mental note of the vampires remaining: it was three old bloods, this sword wielding vampire and Duvessa left. All and all they would be a formidable force against him, almost to the point where it would be a close fight but none of them knew the strength of the Asura's blood that coursed through Brin's veins, Brin had barely tapped into all of it himself through the years,having never found a challenge worth going all out on. Once everything had calmed down again,Brin looked at the beautiful Vampiress in front of him.

Lifting his right hand up to her cheek,he ran one finger down along her cold,smooth pale colored skin as locked his crimson eyes with her alluring golden ones "My beautiful Duvessa" His voice was soft and alluring,his crimson eyes flaring brightly with power,it looked as if he had an inferno raging beneath the crimson pupils " Has it really been so long that you don't remember me well enough to know the answers of your own questions?" Brin noticed the tension in the room spike up around him as he spoke to her,it was obvious in this place that was Duvessa's domain, she had never been spoken to like she was now and everyone didn't know what to expect. Brin could see over her slender shoulder the vampire warrior at the side of her throne,tensing visably at the words, his hands almost going for the sword at his side,wanting to strike Brin down for what he would surely see as blasphemy in his eyes at least.

Brin had first met Duvessa when Los Angeles was first formed with the help of her and her sire. Brin had respected the fact that her sire was one of the brothers of Asura and he had been welcome in their presence. Brin,who was the wealthiest gentlemen in the west at the time because of his massive ranch lands in California,it was inevitable that they had met. She and the House of Domus migrating out her was one of the main reasons Brin had sold all of his land in California and then suddenly disappeared,heading back to England. With a slight grin on his handsome yet pale skin face,his grin showing his enlarged canines "Then again it has been almost 2 centuries since the last time we met and a lot has changed,except for your beauty dove" Using her nickname without fear of reprimand,after all he had been there when she first started using that name extensively "Tell your toy to stop playing with his sword unless he plans to use it,I have ashed enough vampires tonight but what is one more" He whispered hotly into her ear as he ran his finger down from her cheek and down her neck.

He knew now many of the people left in the room were shocked but he still had yet to respond to her original question " You know why I am here,I am here to do what I have been doing since the fall of Berlin at the end of World War 2. I am trying to live truly to the way of the warrior,in a manner that Asura would be proud of. Los Angeles has become a breeding ground for a decadent house of weakling new borns and the smelly lycan beasts, I figure maybe its time that both get a taste of the edge of my sword" The man known as the Crimson Eyed Prince said as his crimson eyes flared with life and power. The Crimson Eyed Prince was one of the few titles that fit him but was the most obscure of them all. Anyone who knew vampiric lore knew that at the end of the battle of Transylvania, had the war hero Asura not disappeared and faded into myth,he could have easily become the King of the United Vampire Nation and so the term the Crimson Eyed Prince fell to the only desendent of Asura,his protege and practically his adopted son.

 

[monique_minx]

"Then again it has been almost 2 centuries since the last time we met and a lot has changed, except for your beauty Dove"

Duvessa eyed him with a small smile and a glint of satisfaction as he did not appear to have changed much in the course of two hundred years, he still complimented her and oozed charm. She watched Davlos grip his sword tightly as Brin went to whisper in her ear and she smiled knowing Davlos was jealous.

"Tell your toy to stop playing with his sword unless he plans to use it, I have ashed enough vampires tonight but what is one more"

Duvessa nodded to Davlos, ignoring Brin’s finger as it slid down her throat and Davlos grunted but took his hand from his sword and crossed his arms again.

“You know why I am here; I am here to do what I have been doing since the fall of Berlin at the end of World War 2. I am trying to live truly to the way of the warrior, in a manner that Asura would be proud of. Los Angeles has become a breeding ground for a decadent house of weakling new borns and the smelly Lycan beasts; I figure maybe it’s time that both get a taste of the edge of my sword"

Duvessa raised a brow and stepped in closer to Brin, her eyes flashed to Lyra momentarily and she guessed that the new blood would be able to feel the power in this room more than anyone. To everyone in the room, the shock was obvious but what was more surprising was that Duvessa seemed so unconcerned.

“Ah of course, you are welcome in my city Brin but do try not to kill too many of my new bloods will you? You might get around to someone I like and that would be a pity.” Duvessa’s eyes flashed a dangerous red in warning but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

Her voice returned to a soft lilt and she lifted her hand to caress Brin’s cheek ever so softly, her red nails glowing in the candle light as she did so.

She brushed her hand over his face as she spoke softly, “Beyond that….”

But she didn’t finish, she took her hand back and turned to the remaining old bloods, “Leave us, all of you!” She nodded to Davlos and Lyra so they too would depart.

Davlos looked as though he were about to protest but Duvessa’s eyes flashed that menacing blue at him and it appeared to change his mind, he nodded and took Lyra’s arm to lead her out with the other old bloods. When the door slammed shut, Duvessa gave Brin her attention again.

“Alone at last my sweet…” She smiled seductively, it almost called to him, “So I’ve no doubt that the supernatural occurrences of my city are what draw you here darling but you seemed most adamant in your need to find me, why?”

She pulled her cloak from her shoulders slowly and flung it onto her throne to reveal her scant clothing completely and her sword ‘Domus’ hung from her belt obviously. Dove felt no need to hide it; this was Brin and he knew of her sword, knew she would never leave it behind. She cast a wide net, her eyes flashing blue momentarily and she smiled, half the house if not all of it was listening at the door.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Brin had a smug look on his face as the vampire warrior next to Duvessa's throne took his hand off his sword. If he had been a true warrior,someone worthy of the lineage of Asura,he would have already drawn his sword and attempted to kill Brin, attempt being the key word as Brin would have most likely would have spread his ashes across the gray stones of the great hall: her guard might be considered powerful to the weakling vampires in the hall but to Vampires like Duvessa and himself,two 600 year old black bloods who were close descendants of some of the most powerful vampiric blood lines, he would be nothing more than a warm up, something to get Brin's heart rate going but not enough to break a sweat. It was no surprise that Duvessa had such control over him though,seeing that at one time it could have been said that she had that kind of control over Brin,but then again that was a long,long time ago.

Brin listened to her threat, it was funny hearing it come from her: a threat from a beautiful,slender woman like her but she was dangerous and deadly,something that Brin also almost learned about her. If anyone truly doubted Duvessa's power they were a fool and Brin certainly knew first hand what happened to those who were fools. Leaning in closer to her again,his breath hot against her cold,pale skin he whispered seductively "It would be a pity,It seems we are on talking terms again." he said coyly as she flashed her red eyes at him,almost just as deep of crimson as his " There are those crimson eyes I love to see, you know we are so closely related that you could practically be my sister, though if that were true,we might have crossed a bad line back in the day" he said as he locked his powerful and dominating crimson colored eyes,flaming red with power with hers "Then again,in our time....it was accepted" he said in a confident but coy manner as he felt her red finger nails seductively moving down the side of his handsome pale skinned face.

As she pulled away from him to order the others to leave,Brin smirked a little bit to himself,he knew that he could still appeal to her on some level. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder and maybe two centuries of being away from her had finally caused her to miss him but then again it might be an act, you never know with powerful women: that is what makes them so dangerous,especially around Brin since deep down he was still the noble knight he had been 600 years ago when he was turned by Asura, his first and only descendant. As the old blood vampires in the great hall slowly got up on her command,Brin couldn't help but flash a sly wink to the vampire warrior who was escorting a sickly girl from the room. Brin knew that it would insult the man's pride and maybe,maybe the man would grow a pair of nuts and try to attack Brin. Brin's hopes were crushed though as the warrior was the last one out the door and shut it tightly behind him,leaving just Brin the devious yet beautiful lady of the house left alone in the room. Brin didn't know what happened to Duvessa's sire,one of the original vampires and one of Asura's brothers, but is was obvious that now Duvessa was in full control of the house and her rule was undisputed and absolute.

When she turned back to him and had stripped her cloak off her,throwing it idly behind her,Brin could see her full,beautiful form that was barely clothed in full view. Running his eyes down her full upper body and down her long,slender legs, Brin could feel his cold black blood starting to burn in his veins but despite the animalistic side of him crying out,Brin kept his composure and let none of it show on his handsome face as she called out to him. Taking one slow step toward her,starting to close the gap he spoke out to her,trying to keep his eyes up looking at hers but sometimes he couldn't help but stray " back when this city was formed, when you first appeared in my life,there was something between us" He said softly as the distance between them closed and he was suddenly right in front of her. Sliding his pale skinned,strong arms down around her waist and pulling her barely clad form tightly up against his,the intricate silver hilt of his sword lightly clinking against the silver hilt of hers,just like Brin and Duvessa,the blades were also just as close friends.He looked into her face with his crimson colored eyes,the fire in them flaring like an inferno "Its only proper that I find you again, I have so few friends...or enemies...left alive, they keep having a tendency to turn to ash" Brin said seriously as he opened his mouth and bared his fangs "Plus,lets just say I am a sentimental kind of guy" Brin said as he leaned in close to her neck and nuzzled his nose down against her pale skin then placed a hot kiss against her jugular. His canines enlarged,he ran the sharp points of his teeth teasingly along her jugular vein with obvious practice,having been biting women in the same spot for almost 600 years,he teased her with his fangs.

 

[your_vice]

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[FaeBites]

Laiellas laugh; soft and musical, greeted his words. Her eyes danced, some of the frustration from her find fading within the company of old friends. She’d worked with the half-breed quite a few times, and he’d been the one to carry her blood-splattered form away from her dead parents that fateful night. She could remember his warmth even now, cradling her, gentle despite his size and strength. He’d thought she was just a child, he didn’t realise how lost her childhood was at the time. Now, only three years later, they addressed each other as equals, despite the friendly teasing in between.

As he stepped forward and light illuminated his features, she smiled at how little he’d changed in the months since their last meeting. Of course she could see him clearly enough in the shadows, the magical otherness to her eyes never completely leaving. He looked never a day older then her own age, granted her delicate features and fragile seeming beauty sometimes took a year or so off her own. She was about to retort when something slithered down her spine like the trail of a particularly twisted claw. She instantly tensed; her pale eyes vacant as she immediately sought the intrusion. She didn’t know for sure, but Laiella trusted her instincts infallibly.

“He’s here…” She snarled the warning, her form half crouching. A silver blade appeared in her hand from a hidden sheath, and a sleek looking gun in the other. But even as she scanned the area she knew it was to late, her mental senses exploded out, searching for him. She brushed against the cold ones mind, a sense of horror ripping through her at even just the brush of it. She got the faint sense of lust, and a flash of herself from above. Laiella spun, looking up at the place the vampire had vacated, but he’d already left. The goosebumps that brushed her skin however refused to fade.

“Gone again.” She muttered, turning back to Charles. The fey moved closer to him, turning to give their surroundings a quick cursory scan. “I have to report in my findings, the clean up crew with be here soon, they can check out the freighter. One guess what they’ll find.” Her lips quirked darkly, and she sighed, a sense of exhaustion that went deeper then the skin tugging at her body. Just another complication, how many had she disposed of in this month alone? Her fingers fished for the pocket sewn into the lining of her skirt, slipping from it a mobile phone which she flipped open with another aggravated look around. She cast an apologetic glance towards the other hunter, but he knew how it was, then gestured him along with her as it rang through to an inquiry on the other end.

“Yeh, it’s a code four blow out… both… No, west side of the port, the flames will lead them in. What? No, not needed. It’s the corpses on fire. Yeh we have an unidentified old blood… dangerous? He killed them all! Yes the vampires included, I don’t know about house Domus’ involvement yet… he said what? Really? He there? Awesome, put him on.”

The Fey tilted her head, throwing the half-breed a wry grin as they moved away from the water and out of the port. Her slender fingers held the phone with increasing irritation, though it wasn’t registering on her features. When the muffled sound of a deeper voice echoed from the line, Laiellas tone sweetened to borderline mocking point.

“Did I do what? Alone? Of course not... Yes I know I promised-“ there was a very teenager seeming role of her eyes, her tongue clucking against the roof of her mouth in irritation. “As I said, I’m not here alone. Charles von Schnider ,” the halfbloods accenting was perfect as perusal, she was after all fluent in four other languages. “…Worked with him in that blow up in San Diego 6 months back. Yes and before that. …What?! Are you fucking kidding me? Hey I’ve given you my report, you know where to reach me if any orders come through – otherwise I’ll let you know when there’s a mess to clean up.” Her pale eyes sparkled maliciously, and she snapped the phone shut.

“When will these silly mortals realise I’m not a possession, hmm Charles?” She pondered teasingly, she spoke outloud to be polite, though she was sure he wouldn't be completely surprised if she'd slipped into her telepathy. Having already re-sheathed, and halted her weapons, her fingers slid into the crook of his arm. She wasn’t unaware of the old fashioned gesture, nor the picture they made, given as he did tower over her 5’4” frame. She frowned up at him, her neck straining. “Were you always this damn tall?” The fairy complained, her nose crinkling while her eyes glittered in amusement. She angled her body into towards him, not against being so close but merely doing it for the sake that a couple on a nightly stroll made a less suspicious picture to the mortals. They’d brushed on the subject of her and relationships before… so she was sure he wouldn’t take the action at first glance.

“So why do I have the pleasure of your company? I thought you were off on the east coast following another lead?” She wouldn’t say his closeness wasn’t nice; his heat was divine, if there was nothing Laiella hated more it was the cold… despite how she dressed of course. She paused when they hit the first few streets, she’d used the other dimension to get here so fast, but it wasn’t that long a walk to her current apartment. The fey tended to move a lot, a hazard of her line of work and being what she was. She decided answers from him would choose whether they went back to hers or to head quarters. Her eyes flickered to the soft approach of dawn, then back to him, the light wind tossing silver strands of hair across her face. At the first brush of sunlight her skin seemed to take on a compelling glow, the fairys heritage being steeped in the sunlight element after all. A smile of pleasure at the light stole across her features, extinguishing any exhaustion as the solar energy revitalised the young woman.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Melinda sipped her tea and toyed with the Pentagram pendant around her neck as she watched the sun rise, Bryce was now on the window sill cleaning himself and enjoying the first few rays of warmth, Melinda smiled and was content.

At around 7am Melinda showered and dressed in her usual attire, this time a red gypsy dress with a purple sash around her middle and some dangling loop earrings. Brushing her long red mane till it shined she slipped into her knee high boots and headed for the door of her apartment.

Melinda slipped through the red curtain and back into the shop, going behind the counter she picked up her check book, mobile and keys..shoving them into a purple bag and hanging it over her shoulder. Smiling she made sure the counter was in order before she headed to the door only pausing long enough to lock the door behind her, she head down the street.........it was a nice day so far and Melinda wanted to be early to the auction and she had to slip by the craft shop to pick up some more wax for her home made candles.

 

[Bsquad]

Charles could feel an almost grand fatherly twinge of concern and closness to Leilla. He'd hunted with her before, been there when her mother had been drained, did what he could to help her through that terrible experiance. He'd been a victim of the supernatural in a way that she hadn't been...her mortal father had loved her fairy mother, and she had loved both of them. Seeing the two destroyed in little less than a fourtnight...and to see her father drift so far away. He'd loved his mother...but he hated his father. His ears listened to her conversation as he gazed out at the dockyard, the feeling that he was still being watched. He let out a low almost feral growl, the feel was the same of having the crosshairs of a sniper drifting across you. The sensation of death merely waiting to be unleashed. He'd long since left his wish for death behind...but he he could still sense it's caress with the instincts honed in decades of battle.

He growled again. Vampire...parasitic scum that they were he could tell that Leialla loathed them to no end. He couldn't blame her. He caught the unwilling surge of her emoitions as she touched him. The pressure of her hand on his arm was barely felt through his armor and muscles, but he allowed her to guide him along as they walked, leaving the scene of battle behind them. He didn't say much, instead listening as he slung his large weapon beneath the coat he wore to remain inconspicuous. Though most people seemed to only notice his bulk, walking around with military hardware might raise questions.

“So why do I have the pleasure of your company? I thought you were off on the east coast following another lead?”

"Things are getting bad out here. I didn't think I could avoid the problems whithin this city. The fight is threatening to spill over into the mundane world that humans reside in, and that would be a dangerous thing." Charles said quietly. He glanced over his shoulder and searched for the threats that might be there...but as the first rays of daylight danced across them he felt a slow leaching away of concern. There might be others following, but for the moment they were safe from the worst. Vampires wouldn't be out, Lycans would be weaker, and their pawns would be more concerned with dealing with there masters than hunting down threats. Charles felt himself weaken a fraction as the sunlight fell upon him, but he wasn't as weak as he might be in a month's time before the moon came again.

"Do you hunt with anyone else? I've come here alone, following leads, my last group of hunters was...eliminated." He said, his growling voice dark.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

LaJorna

The day found her back in LA, her face a mask of disdain as she parked her scoot and grabbed her knapsack. She knew she had to get a few things for the house and there was a book she used to have in ages past that she had lost after the....thing happened. She shook the thoughts away and checked her bag for cash before chaining up her scoot and heading down the sidewalk to the group of book stores she usually frequented.

She had noticed a place that sold Wiccan type things and decided she would stop there at some point before work. She needed some sage and mayhap some hand-dipped sandalwood incense.

The next few hours were spent shopping and stopping someplace to eat. Finally though, she made it to the The Purple Moon and frowned. Didn't appear to be open.

Fuck, maybe I will come back later.

 

[monique_minx]

She gasped; her head thrown back to allow him better access to her throat while her hand moved up to his chest and hovered above his sternum. Duvessa grinned as she pressed her hand flat against him and saw the realization in his eyes just before she sent him flying into the doors of the hall. There was an almighty crash as the great oak door gave way under Brin and new bloods scattered everywhere not knowing who had caused it.

Duvessa raised a brow at him and smiled as he looked up at her, she knew he wasn’t hurt but it was terribly amusing. Before he could get up however she used her vampiric speed and straddled his hips, gripped his hands and forced them above his head which brought her face closer to his.

“You left me Brin so we may be on speaking terms but I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself my love…”

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, hot breath flushed against his skin, “Then again…we have a tendency to get ahead of ourselves don’t we?”

She licked his ear before standing up and stepping off of him, flashing black satin panties as she moved away and turned around. Duvessa gave her hand and pulled him up, smiling all the while, her golden eyes dancing again as the blue faded.

“You’re getting slow lover, anyone would think you’ve been out of the game too long.”

She grinned, new bloods started to appear in the halls again, peeking from hidden places so they would remain safe in case the old bloods were angry.

Meanwhile Davlos was pacing and stopped when he heard the crash but the voice that echoed in his mind told him Duvessa wasn’t the one in trouble; if there was trouble at all! He clenched his fists and growled before turning to Lyra and answering her at last.

“I had to withdraw, too many Lycans out there. I was merely scouting for Mistress and wasn’t supposed to get involved. When I disobeyed her orders she called me back. “ He shrugged, neglecting to share anymore details with the new blood whom he felt oddly protective of.
Davlos sighed and wandered to a small fridge, he withdrew a package of blood from it; more commonly known as plasma and threw it to Lyra.

“If you don’t feed, you will go into a raging bloodlust. I mean it Lyra.” He spoke sternly, “You will kill a lot of humans until you sate that bloodlust and I know you will have an even harder time living with yourself afterwards. Plasma tastes terrible and it will barely keep your strength up, as it is I’m defying the Mistress to give it to you so please let your human side go and do what you need to do to live as a strong vampire. You will find undead life so much easier when you do."
He wandered over and sat next to her, his sword hanging over the side of the chair. Davlos sighed and placed a hand on each knee, leaning back into the seat with relief as he had finally found some small way to help Lyra and make the transition easier for her.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

So things were going pretty well for Brin since he had been in Los Angeles. He had already been in two easy fights and now he was back in the House of Domus, a place he had left after almost two hundred years ago. Better yet, Duvessa was still alive and she was as beautiful as ever, like him, the passage of time had done little to change her pretty face, alluring golden eyes or her amazing sleek and sexy body that Brin couldn't help but keep staring at. The only thing that time had not changed was her attitude but somewhere in Brin's naive little mind he though that maybe after 200 years of being apart,maybe she was still holding a torch for him. As Brin was running his fangs along her divine tasting skin,her unique and heavenly scent filling his nostrils,he couldn't help but think that maybe a his dream had come true after all. As they say with dreams,it usually sucks when you have a rude awakening....

As she ran a slender hand up his chest,the animalistic side in the back of his mind that was still calling out for more blood and filled with an animalistic lust for the amazing women in front of him, began to burn brightly, almost intoxicatingly as he was going to do any number of the devious things he had in the back of his mind. Within a split second though,he was flying backward across the great hall. It was a blur around him as he went flying like an arrow shot from a bow. The torches in the great hall began to flare up with life as Brin called upon his power to slow himself down to where he wouldn't be hurt as he crashed through the heavy,polished oak doors at the front of the great hall. The wood went to splinters around him as he went flying through. The new bloods in the hall began to split with amazing speed, fearing that there was a conflict going on between the two old bloods and that they might be accidentally caught in the crossfire. Brin was about to stand but she was already upon him again: she had definitely got faster over 200 years. Straddling his hips and pinning his hands above his head seductively,Brin looked up at her with no rage in his crimson eyes, only lust and somewhere intertwined with all that lust was a little bit of love,hidden under everything. As she leaned in to whisper something to him,he didn't fight her because he knew he was in no danger, with a slight smirk twisting across his handsome face,he whispered back to her " Of course we do,you wouldn't have it any other way" Brin said confidently in his smug tone. He didn't mention anything about how he left her, that was a part of the past he didn't want to think about.

As she stood up slowly off of him,his sharp hawk-like eyes caught the faint glimpse of her satin black panties from under her little skirt. Brin wasn't sure if it was intentional but he would be lying if he tried to say didn't enjoy it as his black blood began to burn white hot through his veins. Taking her slender hand in his own as she pulled him to his feet, Brin used his natural agility to smoothly rise with amazing grace. Gripping her hand in his strong pale skinned hand and ever so slowly pulled her back across the dull gray stones of the Great Hall. He had a seductive look in his crimson eyes as he ever so lightly began to put his natural hypnotic power up against her,his eyes becoming unresistable to ladies. As they were slowly,almost dance like moving back into the room,Brin could see out of his peripheral vision a little spot behind one of the pillars where Brin and Duvessa had been caught by Duvessa's sire: Asura's brother and original vampire lord of the House of Domus. Despite the fact that he never said anything,both Brin and Duvessa knew that they had been caught.

As he continued to pull her back toward the dull gray stone dais,a platform that held the massive and majestic throne of the house of Domus,crafted by the original lord almost 200 years ago when the hall was first created. Pulling her up toward the throne,he gracefully slipped right back onto the throne,resting his back against it as he pulled Duvessa right in front of him. Smoothly reaching down around her legs,right below her firm ass. God its been a long time he thought to himself as he slowly pulled her right on top of him, pulling her into a straddling position right onto his lap. He could feel her slender legs, and muscular thighs resting against his strong athletic legs. Also he knew she could probably feel his raging hard on, running down the side of his leg,pinned down by his trousers. His hands remaining right on the curve of her ass,he looked up at her with a sly look in his Crimson colored eyes, a devilish smirk spreading across his handsome face as he leaned in toward her. His breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in close to whisper hotly in her ear "I don't enjoy getting flown across the room, is that any way to treat the Lord of the House of Domus" his voice was seductive and using a little bit of his hypnotic power to add a certain quality to it, he attempted to seduce the amazing creature on his lap. Technically there was no true Lord of the House of Domus but he knew she would catch on to his reference, she knew just as well as him that the night her Sire had died,he had asked Brin to take Duvessa in marriage and become the Lord of the House of Domus.

 

[tyrion77]

Art Maddock

The Filthy Animals had been partying pretty hard that night, when one of Art's contacts had gotten in touch with him and relayed the message about the dust-up several blocks away. Apparently, lycans and vamps had been fighting, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but things got interesting when the story turned to a red-eyed vamp who had busted in and started to slaughter everyone on both sides, leaving one of each to spread the tale. It was worrying; it sounded like another Elder or Old Blood had come to L.A., and this one was a warrior through and through if the story was to be believed. The Animals would have to watch themselves more closely.

Shaking it off, he ordered another round for the gang, and did his best to focus on the now. They were a band of outcasts, anyway. Let the holier-than-thou tribes deal with this new menace. As far as Arthur was concerned, they deserved what they got. When his triple shot of whiskey arrived, he downed it all at once; he was not worried at all about getting drunk. His metabolism made that nearly impossible.

As night turned to day, the gang found themselves back at the apartment they had been using as a crash pad for the past week or so. It was nearly time to move on, but they hadn't yet located a new place. "Feel like company this morning?" Trixy asked him, but he shook his head; the werefox might have been able to take his mind off of the feeling of impending danger he had, but he wasn't sure yet if he wanted to forget it.

"Nah, but I'm sure one of the others'd be glad for it," he told her, and waved her away when she pouted at him. Heading off into the room he had claimed as his own, he took off his jacket and balled it up to use it as a pillow. Sleep came with difficulty, but eventually it did come.