The World Below

[TheScarletBlade]

Thursday,March 31 2005

The lights rose.As viewers turned their Televisons to CNN,the leading center for world news and sunk back into their seats comfortably,the Anchor turned from where he had his back turned to the audience.Like all anchors,he wore a fake smile and spoke very energetically as he addressed the world."Good evening ladies and gentlemen to a very special news broadcast.Tonights show is what we wanna call 'The World Below'.In tonights broadcast,we are exploring what people have called "The World Below".People say Vampires,Werewolves and the Supernatural exist,yet we all know that isnt true yet to some raticals or should I say 'Maniacs',they do exist."

The televison flickered and as the anchor,his voice being heard in the background,it should various clips of people dressed up as vampires and other beings for Halloween."These are the so called vampires? well thats kinda sad.Vampires as we know it are the Hominus Nocturnum.They are said to be beings that travel around at night,with superhuman strength and the ability to suck our blood.They are weak to sunlight,garlic and silver yet though popularly believed to be affected by holy water and crosses,but that was recently found to be "Untrue" by vampire "Experts".These experts claim that vampires exist,yet hide away in hidden safe houses and lure young teens in to such their blood or aptly named: Feed."

The anchor once more disappears as the camera begans to show pictures of Animals and people dressed up as were wolves and other lycanthropes for halloween."Here we have Lycanthropes or "Were animals".Humans that transform into an animal or hybrid form when a full moon is up or whenever they feel like.Beasts that roam in the dark places of the earth and eat little children and cause ruckus.They are supposed to be very highly allergic to silver and that a silver bullet can kill a were wolf or other were creatures.That these creatures are commonly found roaming in the sewers becuase many of them are bitten by others and turned into these animals.Though I know many sewer workers and they have never seen one before."

The anchor comes back onto the screen "Ghosts,evil spirits,demons and witches all exist according to certian people,though they are less as common.Now today,just for your special enjoyment,we have tracked down-or he found us- a expert in the super natural,a self proclaimed "Hunter of the super natural,a man they call The Priest(or Priest).We flew him out here becuase he has no home and he met with us for a special interview though,yet he denied to have his face on camera so remained in the shadows,lets play that tape"

The screen changes into the recording,it shows a figure cloaked completely in shadows and the anchor talking to him.

Anchor: So,tell me.They call you the Priest,your a hunter of the "Supernatural".Tell us a little bit about this world of the supernatural.

Priest: Well,I can tell you that Me and a few others have been trying to hold back this world from spilling onto the streets but that has become increasingly hard.The two main groups of supernaturals:The vampires and the Lycanthropes are at war.Each side has had a mutal hate yet they kept their tempers in check becuase they wanted to live discreetly without the world knowing of their existance yet something has set that fragile treaty ablaze with the outcome of a war.The other supernatural beings,though less in number has started battling.The World Below is in a war and now its hard to keep this hushed up,thats why I came to you guys.But you don't believe me so I have wasted my time.

Anchor: Ohh well,its just hard to believe made upstories.Tell me,Mr.Hunter of the Supernatural,do you just murder humans and use all this mumbo jumbo to justify killing someone? or are you just sick in the head?

With that,the tape is cut off and it turns back to the anchor "The rest of the tape is not really appropiate on Televison but as you can see,there are some extreme nutjobs on the news.So does this "World Below" exist or is it just lies.Mybe sometime we can learn the truth but for now,thats all we have,I am signing off...thanks for watching and good night.

The lights go off.The credits roll.

 

[Drinking Cap]

The Satin Coffin

The Satin Coffin throbbed with the beat of Underworld's "Born Slippy". The newest, hippest nightspot was full of young(or young looking) attractive people. The walls were black, with deep scarlet curtains accenting the windows. There was a forty five foot bar made of smooth and slick ebony. The place was packed and the party was jumping.

Upstairs, in a private room. Five people were gathered around a card table. All were young, all were attractive and all of their wardrobes look like they cost more than most people made in a year.

Sitting at the north end of the table was Jason Brooks. He looked to be a teenager, with shaggy black hair that looked like it belonged on the front man of an English rock band and a round smooth face. He was dressed in a rumpled, custom tailored black suit with no tie. The dark red Thomas Pink dress shirt he wore under it had the top two buttons undone. A golden crucifix hung from his neck and his eyes were hidden by round, black D&G sunglasses.

"Right then, everybody in?" He asked. All the others around the table nodded. Jason looked to the girl on his left. "Your bet Cass"

"Check, Jason." Cassandra Daskovic was a beautiful girl, with bright red hair that fell to her shoulders. She had bright green eyes and flawless ivory skin. She was dressed in a Gucci cocktail dress, held up by spaghetti straps, and it was accented by many pieces of diamond jewelery, including a diamond studded choker. "On to you Sean"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm in" Sean O'Malley was a burly young man who, despite the elegance of his movements looked as though he could snap someone in two. His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail and he had an immacutely maintained Van Dyke. He was dressed simply, a black T-shirt clinging to his broad phsyique and a pair of black jeans. "The gruesome twosome?"

"Yes. We're in." At the next chair was Simon Worthington, A young man with piercing blue eyes and short blonde hair, dressed in an black Armani suit with a black Armani shirt and black tie. There was a girl in his lap, also with Blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a midriff baring black tanktop. His voice contained a faint hint of a refined English accent.

In front of Sean, Cassandra and the pair were expensive crystal goblets filled with a dark red liquid. In front of Jason was a large tumbler filled with a thin red liquid.

Jason buried three cards before turning three more over. They were a five, an eight and an Ace.

"Cass?"

"Yeah, uh, five hundred. Did you guys hear about Joshua?" She dropped five chips in the middle of the table

"Call" Sean threw his chips in "No what?"

"He's dead." Cassandra said, showing absolutely no emotion.

"What? How?" Simon asked, slightly concerned. He took a sip from his goblet at which point he and the girl in his lap kissed passionately. He threw chips into the center as well.

"Wolves. Found him with both arms torn off." Cassandra shrugged as she sipped from her goblet

"Good. Last time he was in here he got smashed and picked a fight with the band" Jason shook his head at the memory. Josh had been a friend but a nuisance as well. He moved his chips towards the center

"Still, all this fighting in the neighborhood has me worried. My mother says..."

"What the fuck does your mother know about anything?" Sean asked dismissively

"Well, for starters she happens to be a very important woman on the council. She was turned by the Countess Elizabeth Bathory herself" Cassandra said this in a haughty tone and was shocked when it brought uproarious laughter from the three men at the table and a smile from the girl in Simon's arms. A frown came on her face "She was!!"

"Oh my god, you Eastern europeans." Jason wiped a tear from his eye. He discarded another card from the deck and flipped one over. It was another eight.

"What about us?" Cassandra asked angrily "Check"

"You're all the same" Jason smiled "Every single one of you"

"I was turned by the Countess Bathory" Sean laughed, speaking with a mock slavic accent "five hundred"

"Or 'My great grandfather is Vlad himself" Simon also used a mock accent. Before looking a the girl playing with his hair "We fold, don't we baby?"

The girl nodded and Simon threw his cards into the middle of the table.

"I swear, you'd think those two people created each and every one of us." Jason laughed again "Raise to a thousand."

"Besides, we all know they didn't turn a single person" Simon said

"What?" Cassandra asked with raised eyebrows "Raise to two thousand."

"Oh you don't know this?" Jason asked

"Our boy Simon has a theory." Sean threw his cards to the middle of the table "Too bloody for my wealth"

"Vlad and Bathory were not of our kind. They were just humans who went batshit crazy." Simon sounded like somone who'd given this argument a hundred times "They were seen in sunlight, they made their names well known and they were so loud, so common. I mean who have you ever known who bathed in girls blood or staked bodies and put them on their front lawn. Being one of us is about being quiet, discreet and powerful. Not loud and insane"

Simon again sipped his drink and kissed the silent girl on his lap.

"It fucking shouldn't be though" Sean fumed.

"Oh great, here comes the Malcolm X of the Undead." Jason cracked as he pushed more chips to the middle of the table "Call"

"It's fucking true Brooksie. Those people down there. Dancing like morons. They're our food. And we hide from them. We're scared of them. I could kill hundreds if I wanted to. I should be able to stake them on my lawn if I like." Seans voice contained more than a hint of rageful resentment.

Jason shrugged his shoulders and dealt the final card onto the table. It was an Ace.

"Sean, what in the world is the matter with you?" Simon asked, his english accent looming ever larger. "I mean, I know the Irish are dumb as rocks but this takes the cake."

"Five thousand" Cassandra said, a confident look in her eye as she glared at Jason. He covertly checked his two cards in the hole.

"Why am I wrong Simon, why?" Sean asked indignently

"Because if all of the humans knew of us they'd wipe us all out. All they'd have to do is go looking for us at nine in the morning and knock down a few walls. I'm tired of this argument." Simon again turned to his woman.

"See your five Cass, and I'll raise you, oh, thirty more." Jason counted his chips and pushed them all towards the center. Cassandra's eyes widened and she counted her chips.

"I've only got twenty." She said, an air of flirtation in her voice

"I'll let you wash dishes" Jason just smiled right back.

"Call" She said, pushing her chips towards the middle of the table.

"But if we..." Sean started up but was quickly interrupted by Simon

"Just learn to love what we have, you rockheaded mick bastard" Simon shouted

"You know what Simon, fuck you and your half-breed whore" Sean shouted right back. Jason simply rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Cassandra

"Allright, show them." He pointed at her, with a smile "The cards too."

"Jason, not only aren't you going to get to see anything else of mine but the cards will make you cry." She smiled and flipped over her hole cards. They were an eight and a five "Full house, Brooksie."

Simon's face grew into a look of fury as he heard Sean's words and Miria gave Sean an evil look

"Sean, we've been friends for a long time but if you ever insult her again in my presence I will personally beat you to an ugly death."

Jason shrugged his shoulders and flipped over his two cards. They were both Aces. Cassandra's mouth dropped than turned into an angry frown.

"Sorry Cass. Hope you brought some rubber gloves" He stood up and raked the chips towards himself. He half listened to Sean and Simon exchange more insults. "Right then, I'm going to go downstairs before these two get lost in all of their homoerotic tension and start making out. Does everyone want more to drink."

All four heads nodded their approval and Jason grabbed his drink and made his way outside of the private room. He still heard the two men shouting as he left.

Christ, Simon is touchy about that girl Jason shook his head as he walked to his bar. He motioned to the staff member behind it

"Another bloody mary for me, and another bottle of the special reserve for upstairs please."

 

[caela]

Meredith hissed softly as she watched the new story. Once it was done she click the television off and nearly threw the remote through it in a fit. Humans could be such damned fools! They'd rather find excuses for everything than realize what was right before them if it didn't fit into their idea of the perfect lil world.

Wandering through her spacious apartment she sighed softly. It was spartanly furnished with barely the minimum amount of furniture needed to set the mood she wanted in each room and nothing more. The apartment was her sanctuary though tonight it felt like a prison. She needed to go out, she needed to pick a fight and she either needed to hunt and kill or engage in the most savage sex she could find and god protect the poor human she chose if it wasn't wild and savage enough to sate her lusts.

Wandering into her bedroom she flipped absently through her closet. Looking at her clothes wouldn't give a person a clue as to just how much money Meredith had because she didn't go in for designer lables that screamed "mug me". Still her attire was fashionable and all of it had been altered by her tailor to be a perfect fit to her trim body.

Trying to decide which she wanted more, a fuck, a fight, or a kill made choosing an outfit hard though. One did NOT wear the same thing for all three. Deciding that her driving urge at that moment was sex she pulled out a small dress that clung to her curves in a red so dark and deep that it looked like spilled blood under moonlight. It was her favorite color and half her wardrobe consisted of it. A pair of strappy little black heels that added 3 inches to her height completed the outfit.

Being a minimalist Meredith added no jewelry but simply let the dress set off her soft pale skin. She did however pull up her thick, lustrous, mane of black hair and used two platinum hairsticks to hold it loosely in place on her neck.

Damn but she missed silver. The one downfall of being a lycanthrope, a Jaguar in Meredith's case, was the extreme allergy to silver. Still she had scientists working on it and maybe one day she'd be able to wear the silver earings her mother had left to her before she'd died. Grabbing her purse Meredith pushed all thoughts of her dead parents out of her mind and headed out for a night on the town.

 

[silver_inari]

The Satin Coffin throbbed with the beat of Underworld's "Born Slippy". The newest, hippest nightspot was full of young(or young looking) attractive people. The walls were black, with deep scarlet curtains accenting the windows. There was a forty five foot bar made of smooth and slick ebony. The place was packed and the party was jumping.


All four heads nodded their approval and Jason grabbed his drink and made his way outside of the private room. He still heard the two men shouting as he left.

Christ, Simon is touchy about that girl Jason shook his head as he walked to his bar. He motioned to the staff member behind it

"Another bloody mary for me, and another bottle of the special reserve for upstairs please."

Allen looked up from his latest set of instructions to the bartender. He had his resrvations, considering she looked like a bubbleheaded twit that needed help tying her own shoes, but, she knew her drinks and could generally deal with the more surly patrons of the bar quite easy. Probably the generous amount of cleavage that was displayed prominantly. The eye did tend to drift downwards. He mentally shook his head when he realized his own had indeed drifted....significantly downwards, from her vacant giggle. He cleared his throat, surpressing the long suffering sigh that he wanted to make. She moved to answer the owner's summoned, and Allen halted her with one graceful hand.

"I'll take care of this, Niah. Go check and make sure Jake stocked the top shelf vodkas like I told him yesterday."

"Sure!" The blond chirped and positively bounced away, not before giving him and the owner obvious once-overs. This time Allen did sigh, running one hand through his long, slightly wavy blond hair. A slight chuckle from the owner on the other side told him the interplay had not gone un-noticed.

But then again, not much got by the owner. That happened when you worked for a vampire.

When he was a young 18, Allen had nearly overdosed in response to stress. A classically trained pianist, he had been following a punishing schedule set by the typical overbearing performance parents. One reinforced by extensive abuse. The music was not the problem, he lived and breathed to play, but they had never been satisfied, always pushing for more. Between the pressure from them and his numerous instructors, he had cracked, slipping into drug use. Heroin was almost his downfall, and it had led him to a club district where he found himself passed out behind a dumpster.

Apparently when Mr. Brooks found him, enough of his ravings could be understood that he figured out the boy was a musician. Curious, or perhaps simply bored (Jason never said and Allen never asked) Jason took Allen to one of the multiple dwellings he owned. The sight of the piano and the spoken words, "just play" were enough. He was told later that he played up until the moment he passed out, long after Brooks had retired for the day. Once Allen had sobered up, he was back at the keys, pouring his emotion into his music. When Brooks was up again, Allen was offered a position as an entertainer in one of his underground gambling houses. He worked there, supplying music, and lived above the place.

Gradually, once he had torn himself away from the drugs, Allen began to show a flair for handling the running of first just the bar, then the entertainment and the bar, and then handling the running of the whole place. Now, ten years later, he was currently working on getting the Satin Coffin up to being the best goth bar in town. And judging from the crowd, it was working.

Finding out his owner was a vampire, now that was a shocker, so to speak. He had been playing at Jason's house at his request one night for a guest. She was a lovely thing, bright red hair, green eyes, and flawless skin. He couldn't take her eyes off her the whole night. The rest of the night was a blur, strangely enough. He was exhausted and tired, dragging and pale all day. She was around the next evening, when it was as if something in his mind whispered, "Look at her again".

Little things rose to his attention as his fingers played Debussy's Clair de Lune on the grand piano. Like, he saw no flutter of pulse as she stood there watching him
play with cool eyes. There was no rise and fall of her chest. Later that night, as he saw her bury her fangs into the woman by his employer's side, did he undestand what it meant. He had nearly run in a panic, almost turning back to the sweet call of drug induced oblivion, but his employer had calmly explained what he was, and his need for human liasons to act as intermediaries. Stunned, Allen stammered his acceptance, having no other options, and in retrospect, no problem acting as such.


"I think they must have taken brain tissue for her boob job." Smoothing down the front of his Armani shirt and setting down a stack of paperwork he moved to open a particular fridge, pulling out a cut crystal bottle and setting it on a silver tray. "That would be yours, and this," he produced a second bottle and placed it next to the other, "would be for your companions." He glanced back at the twit at the other end of the bar who was giggling and falling for the attentions of a patron who was trying to wheedle a free drink out of her, and his lips quirked upwards in a smile. "Should I run that upstairs for you, Brooks?" He grabbed his stack of paperwork, tucking it into his pocket. Lord, anything to avoid paperwork.

 

[landiek]

Calista started sitting on the porch and watching strange shadows. One night she decides to explore that thought. It had been three months since her accident .
She survived a explosion in a rinky dink town at the power plant, yet losing the job and moving to the new apartment only left her with more free time. It was only three days ago that she noticed her physical changes. Her dark blue eyes faded to a light silveryblue and she has a mild glow in the dark aura over her body. Calista adjusted to wearing dark colors to hide the glow from outsiders.

Yet the change in her eyes aided in her seeing the unusual things that go bump in the night. She donned her midnight jacket and started to pace the odd dark creature that caught her attention moments ago. It moved into the heart of the dark byways and she was enjoying this cat and mouse chase.

Calista had followed shadows most of the early evening. One even led her to this strange bar. Her eyes taking in the unnatural glow as the neon sign read "The Satin Coffin".

How odd, I've lived near this place and this is the first time I ever saw it Calista thought as she looked for that strange shadow. She sighed at losing it but decided that maybe a drink would boister her mood. Her hand crept into the pocket of the jacket to resecure the silver dagger that she planted in the lining of the fabric. With all of the new changes Calista decided that she should be able to defend herself and slowly started to learn how to handle a blade. After stepping into the establishment she felt more safer with the knife then ever before.

Calista walked over to the bar and flashed her million dollar grin. "What's the house special?"

"You name it and we got it." Came the reply.

Calista grinned then set a twenty on the counter ordering the most deadliest drink available to man. "How about a Hellfire Kamakazi?"

"What's your name? You aren't a regular here." The hands moving to get the largest brandy sniffer from the glass rack and pouring shots of alchohal.

"Promise you won't laugh!" Calista smiled weakly.

"Promise." The drink was set in front of her and the match graced the rim setting the concoction ablaze.

"I'm Calista... Calista Dracul." She flashed another smile to the tender.

Suddenly the face went pale as the tender stepped back from the counter. "oh Shit." Then the man moved back to the center of the bar whispering to another man and pointing at her.

Welp looks like I am in for a razing again. She thought as her last name had been the center of torment in youth. She couldn't help that movies were made about some Count Vladamire Dracul, it was just a fluke. Yet there were some that treated her like she was diseased by the mere mention of Dracul.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Jason

"I think they must have taken brain tissue for her boob job." Allen quipped, looking over the new girl. Jason shrugged

"Might as well. I don't need my human employees to have brains. Great tits, on the other hand is a job requirement." Jason strained to check out the girl a little more. She was new. When he saw Allen had taken two bottles of the special reserve he shook his head and pushed one back towards him

"Hah, cute. But no, when I say Bloody Mary I mean, you know, Vodka and tomato juice. It's my way of being funny." Jason thought Allen knew this but, well, Allen was rarely tending bar. He'd found Allen some time ago, he was a junkie at the time, but a junkie who could play piano. He'd been new to throwing parties then and thought they should have piano players. As soon as this notion passed he'd planned on getting rid of Allen but he'd proven himself as one of the "Gifted" few who could see his kind. Jason put him to work instead and since has been pleasantly surprised at the human's ability to manage his business.

Number crunching, the books, best leave that garbage to the meatbags anyway Jason thought. He looked up to the second floor in time to see Sean saunter his way down the stairs and out to the dance floor. A few seconds later Cassandra too came down the stairs.

Jason loved watching her, the perfect body, the beautiful, pale skin. She was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, living or otherwise. She saw him at the bar and walked towards him. Jason turned to the large man sitting at the seat next to him.

"Move" He said casually. The man didn't budge. Jason lowered his shades, revealing his eyes and looked at the man again

"Fuck off" He commanded. The man, as if in a trance, got up and left. Cassandra smiled as she saw this and sat down next to him

"Thanks Jay." She smiled

"No problem, great shoes by the way. Blahnik?" Jason admired the three inch heels that added quite a bit to her visual appeal. Cassandra just nodded.

"Is the game over already? I was just about to bring more drinks?" Jason asked with a bit of dismay

"No, Sean wanted to dance and as soon as he left Simon started fucking the stupid blonde slut right there on the fucking card table" Cassandra said this with a great deal of animosity. Simon and her had been something of an item years ago. Jason smiled and pinched her cheek

"Awww, and you wish he was fucking his stupid red haired slut instead" Jason said this in something of a baby voice. Cassandra just frowned and pushed his hand away. As sexy as she was, she was surprisingly strong.

"Fuck off Jason. I just think it's disgusting the way he is with her. It's all I can do stand being in the same room as that disgusting half-breed filth." Cassandra spat this out as she grabbed one of the bottles behind Jason and poured herself another glass.

"Oh come off it Cass, you've fucked more humans than I can count. And if memory serves me correctly, you've also been known to bang around with the lower classes of wampyr" Jason said knowingly

"That's different. That's like, I don't know, using a vibrator. Simon actually brings her places, has her hanging out with us. How long has it just been the four of us and now all of a sudden she's there. And what about the way she never says anything. Or that they look so much alike..." She was rambling, drunk and upset.

"Let poor Simon get the slumming out of his system and I'm sure he'll come to realize who his true love is." Jason said with some sympathy. His words brought a brief look of comfort to Cassandra's face. Jason saw this and continued "Of course, whether or not Sean actually feels the same way about him..."

"Fuck off" Her pout returned and she drained her glass in one gulp

"Ahh, don't take it too bad. I've got just the ticket." Jason took off his glasses and stared into Cassandra's eyes, again he used his power of suggestion "You want to go into Allen's office, take off that little dress and let me do all kinds of filthy things to you"

Cassandra stayed silent for a moment before making a motion to stand up. Jason's heart leapt before she sat back down, an evil smile on her face

"I'll have to get a lot drunker, also, every other man on earth will have to be long, long dead. The women too." She laughed and poured another glass. Jason just frowned and put his glasses back on.

"Still nothing?" He was upset. His father and mother could both hypnotize other Vampires but he still had trouble with it

"Well, I started feeling a little sorry for you." She turned away from him and began drinking again. Jason shook his head and turned to the person on the other side of him. She was a beautiful little thing herself, with short black hair and a pale face in black makeup. Human, but worth a shot.

"Hey sexy, you look new to the Coffin. What's your name?" The girl blushed and looked down before answering

"Katrina." She smiled at him and he returned it

"So what do you think of my bar?" He asked casually. When he said that the girl smiled at him with a far more interested look

"This is your bar? You own it?" Jason nodded "But you're so young?"

"And handsome and rich and charming. The curse of being me I suppose." Jason shrugged. The Katrina girl just kept talking

"I love it here. It's so cool. The music is great and I love the whole vampire motif." She smiled, she really had no clue. "I've always been big into the scene. I love Anne Rice, I swear I've seen Interview with the Vampire like, twenty times."

Jason just nodded, he had no idea what she was talking about. The girl noticed the cross around his neck and looked at it with some disbelief.

"You're a Christian?" She asked, Jason just smiled and broke out one of his favourite lines

"No, just a big fan of crucifixions in general." This brought another smile to the girls black lips and her finger began twirling the hair in front of her face.

"So Katrina, you want to go into my office and like, I don't know, talk?" Jason said and saw the girl instantly knew he meant nothing of the sort. He didn't but not in the way she thought. She nodded and took his hand. Jason stood up and led her behind the bar towards the door to Allen's office

Ten minutes later

The girl had stopped kicking at Jason's legs about a minute ago but now she'd stopped twitching. Despite this, Jason still clamped his teeth hard into her neck and sucked every drop he could. He soon felt the well run dry and pulled back, his large and sharp canines were covered in the girls blood and there were two holes in her neck. He looked down at the girls pale, lifeless and drained body draped over Allen's now messy desk. There was a horrified look in her eyes and

"Good, good talk" He smiled as the rush began to hit him. Let his friends drink theirs from the bottle, Jason was strictly a draught man. The rush of the taste of blood straight from the body, it was better than coke, better than E, hell it was better than sex.

"Motherfucker!" He exclaimed as the feeling of strength, energy and pleasure enveloped him. His legs were shaking as he made his way to the door and back to the bar. Once there he saw Cassandra making idle chatter with Allen. He danced on up to them. He felt like he wanted to fight and dance and fuck all night. Preferably all three at once.

"Hey, Allen, sorry about the inconvenience but I got some food all over your desk" He smiled as he used their not-so-secret code for when he had left a body in Allen's office. "Get rid of it, will you?"

Allen grimly nodded. Jason smacked his lips and sat back at the bar, facing out towards the dance floor again.

"Cass, you ever notice American kids have the weirdest aftertaste. It's like, like, like...."

"Burnt toast." Cassandra slurred her words slightly. She'd obviously been drinking since he left. "Simon thinks it's all the preservatives and chemicals they eat. Europeans, now europeans tashte great."

The distant look on her face let Jason know she was thinking of the time they'd spent last month in Switzerland. Jason just noted the way she continued to pound her drinks back.

"You don't happen to be drunk enough for me to take advantage of you yet, do you?" He smiled at her hopefully

"Not enough booze in the world Brooksie" She winked at him and patted his face before going back her drinking. Jason stood back, up unable to stop bobbing his head in beat to the music.

"Allright then Cassie, I'm going to go find someone fun" He danced back out onto the floor, his body bobbing with a playful rhythym.

 

[landiek]

Calista held the drink tight in her hand as her eyes beheld the room. She took a long sip of her flaming drink. She watched the way the crowd moved to the rocking beat of the song playing. Calista had to smile as the strange tempo urged her to get into the groove.

"Be a luv and hang tight to my brew, okay?" Calista asked the tender.

A nod nad she made her way into the midst of the dancers. Calista began to get into the beat, shaking and dropping to the deep drumming. It almost sounded like a beating heart as Calista began to bob into the tight mob.

Hands moved along her clothing but she didn't seem to notice as the music grabbed her soul and she had to dance. Jerking and dropping her head letting her hair flounce around her face as she succombed to the thumping that matched the pounding of her own heart. She felt warm and rubbed her hands along her chest, her lips parting as if under a spell and ready to kiss the hidden partner.

The music stopped and Calista blinked. She turned a fair shade of light red as her thoughts dropped into deep dark lustful emotions. She turned around and looked at the people around her. She was frightened and quickly went back to the bar, grabbed her drink and took a huge gulp. "Better fix me another luv.. it is gonna be one of those nights."

 

[TheScarletBlade]

The motor roared as the left handle bar was cranked back,starting the engine up with a flare.It roared loudly becuase the engine to the motor cycle was out,not cased like other motor cycles were.The motor cycle was painted a dark black with red swirls in the black,giving it a quite unique color.Black ment death,Red ment blood.Emblazed on the front portion of the bike in silver paint,a cross above a fang.Some people believed that it was "just a cool symbol" but really it told the supernatural that he was a hunter.Leaning foreward,kicking on the kickstand,The disgruntled looking man,with beautiful dirty blond hair,that was long yet not to untamed or unruly,it looked looked well kept.Checking traffic,seeing his opening,the man raced off into the crowd,weaving through traffic,in a hurry to get somewhere.

Banking around the corner,he was deep into a weird section of the town.It was down in the docks area where a lot of warehouses were:some abandoned,some just not being used.It was a massively big place full of all sorts of the same color,same looking warehouses,easy to get lost and lay low in a section like that.The side garage door opened as he came rolling into a warehouse.Unlike other warehouses,this place was not full of shipments or tools:It was a base.Filled with some computers and work benches and places for other things,racks of weapons lined the walls.Driving into a parking spot for his bike,Priest dismounted.He was about 6'2,with a handsome yet always serious looking face.With beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be always covered by deep black shades that he always seemed to wear,Priest was easly identifible.He wore the same dark brown trench coat,with a black armor like plating for a breast plate that was a combination of plates and kevlar.Across his back,comming from a hole in his clothes,the golden hilt of his sword-made to look like a cross-could be seen.

"You went out,only armed with your sword and parading our cause? you idiot!" a old yet strong mans voice came from the shadows.Stepping into the light near the parking area for the bike Dave Whistler,an old man yet looking grizzled and always angry stepped into the light."You know better than that Eztabanz,you could have alerted some damn vampires or other beings to us,you have no idea who could have been watching that.Your like the son I never had kid and I raised you to the age you are now and I never raised ya to be that stupid kid,ever since I found you,I knew you had potential but this was suicidal,what did you plan to accomplish? gain allies? this is our war.Only us and a few others like us can even see these sucker,how did you plan to get others to see them?" The old man said as he walked foreward,his bad leg in a sort of metal and leather brace as he slowly made his way foreward.

"I mean seriously,that was a fucking stupid thing to do.Anyways,when you go out tonight you might want to stop by some place called The House of Pain.We saw a vampire marking in a back alleyway that shows the way to where it is.I finished the fine adjustments on your guns,you dont have to worry about them locking up on you and I finished Stake shotgun if you wanna bring that puppy along.That thing shoots a take at 600 feet a second,so dont be hit by one if some son of a bitch gets their hands on the gun.Also I put some lazer pointers on the gun like usual on the under side and on the shotgun I put the UV light with the filter on so it doesnt start frying those suckers before you mean to." With that,Whistler turned around and started slowly walking off,coughing as he put a cigerette into his mouth.

House of Pain

As the vampire markings has proved true a vampire safe house was near,the hidden night club known as:The House of Pain.By the time Priest got their,the party was in full swing.Vampires in their nature loved parties and doing other weird discret things,so why not rave.With loud music and hundreds of people dance around,no one really noticed what you did.

Standing on the fringes of the main dance floor,out of the way in his normal clothes,standing tall and proud with a stern face,his beautiful eyes suddenly cold and staring with a degree of hatred at the vampires from behind black sunglasses becuase of the light.He always wore them becuase of a effect in ridding vampirism.It was when he was fifteen when he first encountered his first vampire.At that time he was a pizza delivery boy with big plans for the future.He did moderate in school and did a lot of work and after school activities.He stood at the edge of a street corner,waiting for the light to turn when a begger came walking by,falling onto him.He fell over.As he rose to stand,he helped the old begger up and didnt say a word.Reaching his hands back into his pocket he realized he had a matches box in his pocket.When he pulled it from his pockets the deep red script on the front said "Look in the alley behind you".Looking back he didnt think he saw anything.When he looked back at the matches,the red script suddenly just said what he thought it would say: Flammeble matches.Finally looking back at the alley,he saw what he needed to see:Two figures,one holding the other down and biting the other.

Noticing the woman being bit was a girl he knew from school,he rushed down the alley,yelling.The dark figure looked up and met him as he rushed down and suddenly stopped before him.Grabbing him by the throat,he threw him against the wall and began to suck his blood.Before he was killed though,the vampire was blown off by a stake peircing right into his heart.Walking right up to him,he couldnt feel anything and could barely see anything yet he was carried off somewhere.When he awoke,he heard an older man speaking to him."Kid,I am giving you a powerful viral detoxin." A needle stuck into my arm.Later,when he awoke,he was told he was given the power to see the supernatural and that he had being turned by a vampire yet the disease had been removed from his genes.Yet he would be moderately stronger now,his vampire enchanced strength not having completely left him.He would be slightly weak to bright sunlight but he was pretty much human.From that point out Priest had turned to be a hunter:Not out of vengance but out of compassion and love for the human race and for the hunt.

Finally,the raves met their highest point:The from the sprinkler system above the dance floor,blood began to ran down.licking the blood off them and showering in it,vampires went crazy over it.Some began to lick it off of others,but all of them began to riled up.A woman approuched Priest,obviously hitting on him but he blew her off,vampires disgusted him becuase they were all blood sucking,raticals with a passion for odd things.Finally,the blood stopped and he took postion at the edge of the dance floor again.Holding the silver shotgun in his hand that launched silver stakes,Priest smirked."Catch you mother fuckers at a bad time?" Priest asked with a mocking attitude.

All hell broke loose.People began to scatter yet some began to rise and fight.A man in the backroom called security.Firing the gun full on,A silver stake peirced through a vampire,turning him to ash instantly upon his death.Cocking the gun again,he fired again as he pivoted around,the stake peircing a vampire right through the head,it burning into ash as it died.Taking a quick knee and setting the gun under a vampire chin,he fired the gun.The silver stake blasting through the vampires head and turning him into ash.Clicking again but the gun jamming,he spun around,throwing the in a wheel style,it hitting a vampire in the shins and tripping him hard.

As another vampire came up,Priest grabbed him around the arm and smoothly moved under his arm,bringing the arm back in an arm back as his free hand smoothly drew out a injector needle,the needle with a capsule that automatically injected EDTA which was an anti caogulatant for blood which when entered the vampires blood stream casued them to puff up like a ballon then explode.It did just that.Taking a step back before blood got on him,Priest smoothly met the next opponent,knocking away the enemies knife and drawing a silver stake from where he kept a frew of them along his tigh.He stabbed it right through its heart causing it to turn into ash.As the security men finally muscled their way through the crowd,they began to open fire on him.Some bullets bounced off his arm with a clang of metal on metal.He looked down only for a second before drawing his two guns(see ooc picture attactment for what they look like).

Holding down the trigger,the bullets fired at an automatic rate.Turning the guns inward and drawing them in archs that start pointing at each side and go in a complete arch infront of him,the two guns crossing adventually,the bullets which were silver hallow points with garlic in them caused the vampires to burst into blue flame and ashes as they were struck by the guns.Sliding the guns smoothly away into his holsters,Priest drew out his sword.The blade was titanium with acid that effected vampires edicted into the blade.Lead by the security gaurd,men in black uniform,armed with an assortment of melee weapons came charging foreward,promising to "Fuck his ass up".Holding the hilt into two hands,he planted himself.With a fluient cut,the blade cut right through the first vampire,splitting him in twain and causing him to burn into ash.Smoothly working in beautiful,tight knit archs he cut through them.Finally cutting his way through them,advancing slowly,he smoothly batted their leaders blade aside,kicked at him rather unexpectedly and brought the blade down in a left diagonal manner.Leveling the blade at the last second,it cut cleanly through the vampires head,cutting it off.Both the body and the head burning into ash.As the still warm ash of dead vampires began to sizzle,Priest stepped through some puddles of blood.Sliding the sword back into place on his back,he adjusted his shades and stepped out.

 

[caela]

Meredith

Walking through the city Meredith's head was high and her heels clicked ocnfidently on the sidewalk. She hadn't quite decided where she she wanted to go when she'd left her apartment and when she did make up her mind she realized her path was going to take her right past that damned Vampire club. She hated the place. It reeked of vampires and freshly spilled blood most nights. The former made her want to get into a fight and the latter usually just made her ready to hunt and kill.

Ah well, like Gerard, the leader of her pack, kept telling her...if it didn't kill her than it left itself open to being killed BY her.

The though made her smile and put a slide bounce in her step. When she passed the club there were little goth kids lined up outside and Meredith just shook her head. Granted it was an efficient meand of getting food but where was the fun when they came so willingly? It was the hunt more than the kill that Meredith loved and she tried to be careful about it. She never hunted within an hours radius of her home and she hunted only as often as her lycanthropic urges absolutly demanded. The other Jaguars were just, if not more, careful as she.

Gerard had told her that the pack had been almost hunted to extinction in South America by the very villagers who had once worshipped them. It had made the pack careful. They hid so well that while nearly everyone had heard the term "Werewolf" few realized that there were other lycanthropes around and even fewer had heard of the Jaguars. She'd been selected on two basic qualities, her looks and her money.

Jaguars like all other cats liked being pampered and that meant a need for cash and like any other lycanthrope they also needed a fresh infusion of new blood for the bloodlines now and than as well. They didn't just turn someone though, they chose them, courted them, made them want to be part of the pack. In Meredith's case it hadn't been hard, they had offered her a family - something she hadn't had since her parent's deaths - and she'd jumped at it. On her 21st birthday when she'd come fully into her inheritance they'd turned her.

Meredith couldn't help but laugh as she thought back on those first few years. Unlike with Wolves the mood didn't make a change imperitive though it did call to the Jaguars as well and it had taken nearly five years for Meredith to get her ability to change fully under control. Most of the pack had assured her this was normal, quick even as it took most new Jaguars 7-10 years to fully control their changes, but Meredith had been frustrated and angry at it taking so long.

God but she'd been young!

Finally reaching the human club she was looking for she smirked at those in line and sauntered up to the bouncer, her body pressed close against his as she kissed him softly. Without a thought the man let her in and she waved pompously to those still stuck in line. As soon as she stepped through the doors she could feel the savage beat of the heavy rock playing in the bar and smiled for it perfectly suited her mood. She could feel the eyes that followed her out onto the dance floor, many of them admiring her form and many more wondering what a chick like her was doing in a bar like this.

Finding the rhythem of the music her body began to move with it and every movement screamed only one thing to those that looked...SEX.

 

[silver_inari]

Allen Dawson

"Hey, Allen, sorry about the inconvenience but I got some food all over your desk, get rid of it, will you?"

God damn it, not again, Allen thought resignedly. Another dead patron, someone else to go permenantly missing. He loosened his tie, undoing the top button on his green silk shirt. Sometimes he wondered if the job was worth it, each time he had to clean up after his boss he wondered if a bit of his soul went missing. There were some things though, that you could not walk away from. Allen had no doubt that if he tried he would end up just like that girl in his office.

Time to go and deal with things, after all, it was what he was paid, and aid very well for. He should go look for himself, but at the moment he figured he would get entirely too pissed off with yet another dead body in his office. Better yet, grab the security head. It wouldn't be the first time the man had disposed of inconvenient problems. A quick glance at his watch showed the time to be midnight. The night was just getting started here. He sighed again and figured it would be a long night.

"John, could you come to the bar please, John, please come to the bar." He spoke into the small security radio he carried, fixing the earpiece in one ear. He tended not to wear the thing, figuring it made him look more like a secret service type, but it did help him keep on top of things at the club as they were happening, so that he could be found immediately if necessary. Nights like this though and he wasn't sure he wanted to be found. He propped his lean form up against the back of the bar, waiting for his head of security to come. Fortunately he wasn't kept waiting long. John was smart, he knew if Allen was calling him in specifically and not giving him a reason over the radio waves, somthing was up.

"Whats the problem?" The security manager showed up, eyes taking in everything. The patrons of the bar gave him a wide berth, smart considering John had little patience for trouble, and much enjoyed enforcing the peace. At 6'2" and all muscle, the security guy certainly could. Lord, the man didn't even have a neck, his head just sat on top of a column of muscle. The idle thought that the vampires must find that terribly inconvenient made a sardonic smile flit across his face.

"Cleanup in my office." Allen did not even look up as he tapped a cigarette into his hand, fishing a zippo out of his pocket and lighting the cigarette in one smooth motion. "This is the fourth time this month. Motherfucker. Could you get the usual crew to handle things." Allen had long set in motion plans for these such things. There was a back door in the office area that led directly to a garage, one conveniently with no windows. From there the girl would be delivered to a crematorium owned by another vampire, and disposed of. It would be as if she had never been here at the club.

"I'll get some of my guys on it."

"Thanks." Allen nodded. "How are things outside?"

"Eh, the usual...pretty little gothling children, all wanting in. I'll get that mess in your office taken care of."

Allen could not help the slight shudder that ran through him at the abolute lack of emotion in the man's voice. Even if that was the very reason Allen had picked him to run up security, his lack of concern with cleaning up messes. God he could use a drink tonight, or maybe several hours spent at the keyboard, loosing himself in music. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, the cigarette doing its job of calming him down. Now for a drink. A side benefit of being the one doing the ordering, he knew their stock was good.

"Better fix me another luv.. it is gonna be one of those nights."

The voice grabbed his attention and he turned from pouring himself a scotch on the rocks to see a woman sitting on one of the bar stools downing her drink like it was water. A quick glance showed all the other bartenders were busy, so he moved to fulfill the request.

"What are you having?"

"Anything strong...."

He smiled briefly, putting down his cigarette and his scotch and fixed up her drink, mixing up a ground zero. Bourbon, peppermint schnapps, kahlua and vodka all in an equal measure, and all of it top shelf. She looked a little mind fried about the edges, and Allen could sympathize with that. This was one night that he just felt tired of life to the bottom of his soul.

"On the house, sweetheart." He was moderatly impressed when she tossed half of it back without even blinking. Not bad, he mused as he cast a quick surveying glance over her form, eyes returning to survey the flow of people coming in the door. John was right...mostly just the usual little goth children, all so convinced life was 'tragic'. He shook his head, one tendril of golden blonde hair falling over his green eyes. No, if they knew what this place really hid they'd run screaming. He downed his scotch in one toss, pouring himself another and lingering over it, lighting another cigarette when his first was done.

"Guess I'm not the only one having an interesting night."

 

[TheScarletBlade]

The ashes that were once dead vampires still sizzled as they baked on the multicolored floor of the dance club.Holding the crusader sword in his hand,the golden hilt warm from his sweat hands,the hilt like a cross.Spining the blade around,the silver blade reflecting the strobe lights off its still perfectly polished blade.Sliding it down the hole into the back in his clothes.He shrugged his shoulders to adjust to the weight of the sword and pushed his dark black glasses back.

Walking towards the door,Priest hooked his foot under the shotgun then kicked up,sending the shotgun up to his hand.Holding it horizontally in both hands,he worked to unjam it:The night was still young.Stepping through the busted doors and into the shadow strewn alleyway,he moved out onto the dark street,where the world passed him by without a notice.Running his hand through his hair,he heard a voice in his ear."Priest,we got a special update" the voice was Whistler in his ear he used for comminication."Priest" Dave said again "We got a Lycan Princess wandering outside of her usual manor.This could be a good night after all,why dont you swing by a club near your position and extract her.By the way,don't get to touchy feely,I know you love wild women Priest but we don't need anymore loose ends."

"Whatever old man" Priest said as he threw his leg over the seat on his motorcycle,already cranking the handle bar back.Roaring off onto the street,he weaved his way through traffic,making his way to the club.In the massively busy city,going a few blocks was a slow trip unless you were good at getting through traffic.Pulling the back around into a back alley near the club.Dismounting from the bike,he strolled with his shoulders and head held high,confident yet with a blank expression.He was handsome and mysterious at the same time.He bypassed the line and moved up to the bouncer."Do you have an invitation??" The bouncer asked.Smirking,Priest lifted his glasses for a second.A second later,the bouncer went flying through the doors and through a glass table.Moving through the door,he walked into the party.

It wasnt hard to find who was who.The gift allowed him to determine who the Lycan was.He didn't expect her to be who she was.She was extremely attractive.He was taken back by a sec by her enchanting beauty.Finally wiping the almost blank stare of his face,he muscled his way through the dancing crowd to stop infront of her.She was really passionately dancing at that point and didn't notice two men that had moved up to "Check" her out.As the two men-both vampires-moved in to strike,Priest was ready.Grabbing one of them by the wrist,stopping their attack,he drew out a silver stake and slammed it into its heart,causing it to turn to ash.As the music reached a pinnicle part,no one cared what was going on.Smoothly moving around the dancing Lycan,he kicked the other one back then slammed a silver stake into its heart,it turning into ash to join its already dead friend.

Priest shook his head as the Lycan turned,alarmed to look at him "They were vampires,You don't need to thank me" He said smoothly as he looked over her,she was even more beautiful in person.

 

[caela]

Priest shook his head as the Lycan turned,alarmed to look at him "They were vampires,You don't need to thank me" He said smoothly as he looked over her,she was even more beautiful in person.

Meredith eyed the human in front of her slowly. Her eyes traveling from the very top of his head to the tip of his feet and back up again before she bothered to say a word. "Thank you? Explain to me why I would thank you for fucking with my kills?"

She was a lycan for christ's sake did this...this human!...really think she hadn't smelled the damned vampires as soon as they'd entered the bar? Apparently he did. Letting a slow wicked smile curve her lush lips she pressed close to the human and reached up, her fingertips tracing along his jawline, her voice soft and smooth as good whiskey when she whispered softly in his ear, "It's been a bad day, I'm in a very bad mood and being underestimated by a human doesn't make it any better. Since you've denied me the kills that might have put me in a better frame of mind I'm going to demand payment in the form of YOU improving my mood."

Stepping back she motioned for him to follow her and simply spun around and headed out of the bar. Either he'd follow or he wouldn't, unlike a vampire she couldn't compell him but she'd seen the way he looked her over and she suspected he'd follow.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

"Fuck with your kills? be happy I was her fast enough.They were part of the Blood Pact Legion,they were trained to take down Lycanthropes.Now matter how pwerful you are princess,two of them would have been taken down.I have had troubles with them myself,they were just cuaght off gaurd and I am lucky" Priest said with a slight venomous edge to his tone.

He watched with a critical eye as she muscled her way through the crowd,he was no woman's dog and wouldn't come at her call yet he remembered his mission and had to do it.She was beautiful anyways and it wasnt hard for Priest to follow her beautiful ass all the to the bar.As she took a seat at the bar,he moved to join her,one hand on the bar.The other under the bar,resting unknown to her wrapped around the handle of his gun,just incase.

"Yeah,what do you want highness.If you dont mind that I call you that,seeming that your a Lycan princess,becuase you got all their money and most of their respect and..." Priest said looking down at her from head to toe,then leaning foreward,whispering hotly yet with his same cold voice "extremely attractive." Priest said as he leaned back,smirking slightly,his beautiful brown eyes,seen through his dark glasses looking stright at her in the eyes.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Jason

Jason had danced like a maniac on the dance floor. It wasn't until he'd seen a beautiful human girl dancing that he'd found anyone who looked even remotely fun. True, it hadn't been completely honorable to have run his hands along her body without her having seen him but, well, he just murdered a girl. It didn't damage his ethical sense of self too much to feel up a human on the dance floor.

He could see, hell he could smell, the girl responding to his touch. Her face became flush and she paused her dancing. He was momentarily disappointed to see her leave the dance floor but was excited again as he saw her pound a drink back at the bar. His bar.

Beautiful and judgement impaired He smirked What could be better

"Better fix me another luv.. it is gonna be one of those nights." He heard her say to Allen who was chatting to her. Jason decided she looked much too good to be talking to Allen instead of him.

Quick as a cat he walked up behind her and placed his hand on the small of her back.

"Allen buddy" He put his hand into the form of a gun and clicked his thumb down "I certainly hope you're putting every single thing this sexy little minx has on the house."

The girl smiled up to him

"Thanks." She said as Allen poured her a drink and set it down in front of her

"Thank you for coming to my little club here. Let's just say there's a sexiness level required to drink free and it's here" He put his hand up to the top of his chest he then put his other hand above his head "And you're like way up here. What's your name baby?"

A look of embarrassment crept over her face.

"Oh come on, baby, I own a goth bar. Your name could be, like, Lady Death Moonwalker and it wouldn't even crack the top, like, ten weird names I'd heard today." He laughed at his own joke and she gave a weak smile

"Calista."

"Calista what?"

"Calista Dracul"

"Well, now see I think that is a dead sexy name." He flashed a knowing smile to Allen "A beautiful, beautiful girl by the name of Dracul. Be still my never beating heart."

 

[caela]

"Yeah,what do you want highness.If you dont mind that I call you that,seeming that your a Lycan princess,becuase you got all their money and most of their respect and..." Priest said looking down at her from head to toe,then leaning foreward,whispering hotly yet with his same cold voice "extremely attractive."

Meredith laughed softly and tossed her silken hair out of her face. Oh this human was amusing! "You can call me Princess if you want to human, though I do think my pack leader would be annoyed to hear it. My money is pack money and well invested for the betterment of my pack, their respect I've earned the hard way...the looks are a gift of good genetics. Of the three the respect of my pack is the only one I earned and it certainly doesn't make me royalty.

The name is Meredith...and your's is?"

She watched him intently and had to resist the urge to laugh once more. She didn't know what sort of weapon he had trained on her but she was smart enough to know that something was aimed at her and that it was most likely silver otherwise she'd be able to see both his hands.

Turning to the bartender she caught his attention and pushed up on her barstool, deliberatly she leaned close to the bartender under the flimsy guise of giving him her order. "A double shot of tequila, Cuervo unless you have something better." She doubted they had anything better than Cuervo in this part of town which the bartender quickly confirmed before he backed away, his eyes lingering on her chest so that he nearly ran into one of the other bartenders.

"So human, what brings you to this little bar, you look even more out of place than I do here."

 

[landiek]

Anything strong...." Calista decided since the Hellfire Kamakazi wasn't cutting off the edge.

He smiled briefly, putting down his cigarette and his scotch and fixed up her drink, mixing up a ground zero. Bourbon, peppermint schnapps, kahlua and vodka all in an equal measure, and all of it top shelf. She watched with interest as drinks were her passion especially since her accident.

"On the house, sweetheart." He was moderatly impressed when she tossed half of it back without even blinking. Not bad, he mused as he cast a quick surveying glance over her form, eyes returning to survey the flow of people coming in the door. John was right...mostly just the usual little goth children, all so convinced life was 'tragic'. He shook his head, one tendril of golden blonde hair falling over his green eyes. No, if they knew what this place really hid they'd run screaming. He downed his scotch in one toss, pouring himself another and lingering over it, lighting another cigarette when his first was done.

"Guess I'm not the only one having an interesting night." The bartender shared.

However another man moved as quick as a cat he walked up behind Calista and placed his hand on the small of her back. She raised her eyebrow with a sharp grit of her teeth. She had to remain calm as she always felt someone was looking thru her by touch another wonderful side effect of the accident and realized that it was the same fellow that got her heated on the dance floor.

"Allen buddy" He put his hand into the form of a gun and clicked his thumb down "I certainly hope you're putting every single thing this sexy little minx has on the house."

Calista smiled up to him. "I assure that he isn't as I paid for the first one." She shotgunned the rest and set the empty glass down.

It seemed that Allen was attentive to her mood and mixed another without a blink of the eyes. "Thanks." She said as Allen poured her a drink and set it down in front of her.

"Thank you for coming to my little club here. Let's just say there's a sexiness level required to drink free and it's here" He put his hand up to the top of his chest he then put his other hand above his head "And you're like way up here. What's your name baby?"

A look of embarrassment crept over her face. She never was one for small talk which seemed to go hand in hand at this bar.

"Oh come on, baby, I own a goth bar. Your name could be, like, Lady Death Moonwalker and it wouldn't even crack the top, like, ten weird names I'd heard today." He laughed at his own joke.

She smiled weakly but found his humor better then loneliness. "Calista."

"Calista what?"

"Calista Dracul" Then gave that look like please don't yank my chain because I have the "Gothic" name of the Centuries.

"Well, now see I think that is a dead sexy name." He flashed a knowing smile to Allen "A beautiful, beautiful girl by the name of Dracul. Be still my never beating heart."

One thing about Calista was she could analyze sentances and his last sentance sent red flags down her spinal cord. She inhaled that second repeater then looks at Jason with a grin. "Never beating huh.. maybe you need a transplant."

The music seemed to get louder and that heart beat echoed in her ears again. Calista rested her hand over her heart and winced. The beat sounded like it was tugging at her heart. "Yah know.. Allen, I think I could use one more of those special mixes.. I'm gonna kick it up with that song and afterwards. Hopefully Hell will back off and I can really enjoy myself."

She moved back into the crowd and was bouncing to the thumping drum. Shaking her shoulders and making her light strawberry locks fall back and forth around her face. She moved her arms overhead and rocked back making her breasts bounce. Yet during the dancing she caught sight of something strange, she stopped dancing as a woman sunk her teeth into a young guy's neck. Calista stepped back and bumped into another dancer. "Sorry...."

Calista was shaken by what she thought she witnessed and quickly returned to the bar, grabbed up her third repeater downed it in three gulps and dropped another twenty to the counter sitting the empty glass over the edge of the bill.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

He watched her intently as his other hand was intently and holding the weapon pointed at her.She might as been a beautiful woman but when she got pissed off,well lets just say Priest didn't want to be unarmed when that happened."My name,well I don't remember it but they call me Priest,your highness.I am a hunter as you can tell.They call me priest becuase I used to be deeply involved with the church and stuff.I kinda did a lot of preaching to some non believers,but that doesn't matter,its all about here and now...and how I can "REPAY" you for wasting your time,your obviously distraught about something? lack of killing or is it lack of a intimate encounter" Priest said with a natural coolness.

He noticed the bartenders wandering eyes.Poor fools,they had no idea the woman who they thought would be a 'wild ride' would be more wild than they could imagine.His guns,with silver hallow tips,with garlic(though the garlic would have no effect on th Lycan,the silver would) he kept the weapon trained on her."Well what am I doing here? does it really matter.Lets just say I am on a mission to try and lure a beautiful woman back a special place.Me and Dave hate vampires more,if you can use you,which I sure do want to use you....well anyways if you can use you,it could make our job easier,you being Lycan Royality and all." Priest said with a slight smirk on the I would like to use you part as he watched the bartender bring her drink back.

 

[silver_inari]

Allen Dawson

He did not miss the predatory look that came over Jason's face the minute the vampire spotted the girl Allen was serving. The vampire had just fed fully, it might be that he was just interested in sex....but equally likely he could just kill the girl for fun. Shit! This was not what he wanted to be dealing with tonight. Still, attempting to steal a target out from under the nose of a determined vampire was all but impossible. She seemed to look slightly uncomfortable from his attention, though, stiffening almost imperceptibly when Jason put his hand on the small of her back.

"Allen buddy" He put his hand into the form of a gun and clicked his thumb down "I certainly hope you're putting every single thing this sexy little minx has on the house."

Calista smiled up to him. "I assure that he isn't as I paid for the first one." She shotgunned the rest and set the empty glass down.

"And if I had been the one to take her first order, she wouldn't have." Motherfucking vampire. Allen gave her a small,but genuine smile. At least she didn't seem to be falling for the vampire's line of bullshit, thank god, after giving him her name and heading out to the floor. Something tagged on the edge of his senses though, about the woman, Calista. He continued to watch her as she moved on the dance floor. Allen was dressed for a more sedate night, head to toe Armani, entirely unsuited for the dance floor, or he might have followed her out. His eyes swept down her lithe form as she twisted to the music. He could feel his heart speed up slightly as her hands slid down her body, and he briefly indulged in the thought of his own doing so.

He sipped on his scotch, watching the people on the floor. Interspersed among the humans were several vampires that he could spot without even trying. Cassandra was out on the floor, writhing along with one of the regular patrons that Allen had talked with a few times. His blood ran cold when he saw her bury her fangs in the man's neck. Fuck! He had bitched several times, convincing Jason that any vamp feeding should do it in the back, to avoid any chance for problems. Jason had laughed and given him a very patronizing look before giving him to go ahead to ban feeding from the main floor and get any vampire to move to the back VIP rooms to do so. One vamp very nearly killed him for it once before Jason put the stop to it, insisting that he needed Allen alive, thank you, as nobody else ran things quite so well.

He stalked out to the floor, slipping between dancers with a grace that almost matched the vampires on the floor. He tapped Cassandra on the shoulder, and she looked over, seeing it was him and snarling slightly.

"What the fuck do you want?" Allen could almost hear the derisive, 'human' tacked on to the end of the sentance, and his irritation started to grow into something more approaching anger.

"Take it the fuck to the back rooms Cassandra." He said quietly, knowing her supernatural hearing would pick it up. When she moved towards him in a threatening manner, he held up one hand. "Save it, that's a request from the owner, sweetheart." He sweated for a moment while she stared at him before grabbing the wrist of her prey and dragging him to the back rooms. He let out an explosive sigh before moving off the dance floor. For a second there he really wondered if Cass would have killed him. And then he wondered if that would have been a bad thing.

Something else might be a problem too. Back at the bar, he saw Calista pound back another drink. Those were some lethal mixes she was having, and in this place, getting blitzed was an invitation for a vampire to find you prey, and Allen really did not want to be cleaning up any more of their problems this night. A closer look at the woman though proved something else was wrong. She was shaking, and pale. Her fingers clutched the glass tightly, so tight that they were white around the knuckles. She was frightened, but of what? Her glance went back to the floor and he followed it.

Straight to Cassandra and her prey. Oh shit. She knows. Time to get her out of here.

He headed back for the bar, pausing only to nod at a couple of patrons he knew before landing hiimself squarely at her side.

"Hey...you look like you could use some air, why don't you walk with me, sweetheart?" He offered his hand, willing her to take it. Please, sweetheart, I don't want to be cleaning up your corpse later.

 

[caela]

Preist, Preist...why did that sound so familiar? she wondered as the bartender brought her her drink. Again she pushed upward so that she leaned over the counter with her breasts straining against the neckline of her dress, her breath hot and moist on the bartenders ear. "Make sure I'm never without a drink while I'm here and I'll make sure it's worth the trouble for you." Settling back to her stool she smirked at Priest and downed the shot in one swift gulp.

Suddenly the name clicked and her eyes flashed hotly. "You're the dumbass I saw on the news tonight! What the hell did you think you were doing? Don't enough humans die because of us without you trying to stir them up to some sort of holy war against us?" Slamming the shot glass down on the bar her eyes flashed and the pupils shifted from round to a more ovoid shape revealing her feline nature.

Gaining control of her temper she slid from the stool and looked Priest square in the eyes. "I'd suggest you stay away from me Priest as well as my pack. We don't take kindly to those that try to sick other humans on us. We're circumspect, kill far from home and only from the dregs of society that no one would miss anyway, and we kill as rarely as our natures allow.

Now if you want to kill vampires than do so, but get that damned weapon off of me and trained on someone else. You won't be 'using' me in any way. I am no one's bitch human."

 

[TheScarletBlade]

"A holy war" Priest said with a slight smirk "Well yes indeed.But about 85% of the human race cannot see you beasts.There already is a war brewing,we are trying to keep it off the street,the less vampires there are the better.As for Lycan's...well we can kill the men,but I prefer wilder women,accutally human woman bore me." Priest with a natural coolness as she slammed the shot glass down on the bar.The fact she said he was a dumbass ment nothing,Priest wasnt really concerned about what she thought of them.All Lycan woman were just hardcore bitches,all but two he had ever met,but both of those women were dead by the hands of vampires.

Looking her back as fiercly as she looked at him,He kept a cool and stright as she barked at him "I wont stay away from your pack and dont talk down to me becuase I am human.Who was it that ran your pack out of South America,it was humans.The fact of the matter is you kill life,murder is murder,no matter who it is highness,so don't preach to me about the dregs of society,I hear that from vampires all the time and I have more than one weapon trained on you,so guess what...you are a humans bitch...or we can make a mutual agreement.The choice is yours sexy,the ball is in your court and be advised: I don't miss." Priest said remaining cool,he ment business.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Jason

As Calista left Jason at the bar, he started checking his breath in his hands. It was non-existant as usual. He couldn't understand what was off about his charming patter tonight. Getting shot down by Cass was common enough but by some human girl? He admired her ass as she walked back out to the dance floor but his ogling was quickly cut short when he smelled something familiar. Even through the smell of humans and smoke that filled the bar, Jason could easily recognize the stench.

Fucking werewolves? Here?

Without saying a word to Allen, he got up and followed his nose. It lead him right towards the club entrance. Before he located the offender he noticed Sean, standing right next to him, obviously recognizing the same stench.

"Werewolf?" Jason asked incredulously

Sean shook his head

"Close. Not quite." Sean answered. Jason shook his head. He knew the smell when he was around it. The two followed the smell until they came to it's source. A tall thin young man with greased back hair and vaguely latin features. Jason approached the young man

"Hola Amigo, I think you might have found yourself in the wrong part of town." Jason grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He was strong and fast and pushed Jason's hands away

"Fuck you. I'm just here to meet a girl." He said with a slight accent.

"Bad news then Fido, the Pet store closed a couple hours ago. I don't have any four legged bitches."

"I'm not a-" He responded

"Look, spot, I tell you what. You tell me the girl's name you're looking for and I'll fuck her for you, saving her the bother of you shedding all over her couch" The young man frowned again and bared his teeth, showing yet another set of sharpened canines "And then, you come back here tomorrow, round back, and I'll be sure to leave out a nice dish of water and some delicious table scraps"

The man's hand flew out towards Jason. He froze in fear. The fucking wolf was faster than anything he'd ever seen. Inches before his outstretched hand gripped Jasons neck it was caught and effortlessly held back by Sean.

"You got your warning." Sean threw the kid to the ground. As fast as he was, Sean was obviously quite a bit stronger. Before the young man could get off the floor he was set upon by no fewer than three large burly half-breeds who worked the door. They viciously kicked and punched at the youth for a few minutes before backing off. The young man was battered, bruised and moaning on the floor. Jason regained his composure and motioned to one of the bouncers

"Take him round back, if fucking Wolves think they're getting in my club, obviously they need to be sent a message" Jason began walking back the bar, followed by Sean who put his hand on Jason's back

"Brooksie, any chance of letting me take this one?" He said with some hopefulness

"No chance Sean, me boyo. A werewolf rolls into that bullshit investment firm you own, you can have your fun. This is my bar." Jason hopped behind the bar and grabbed a large heavy black bag. Sean looked disappointed but shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair enough. Should tell you though, that's not a wolf" Jason unzipped the bag to check the contents he sniffed the bag before pulling his head back as if he'd just taken a big mouthful of raw sewage. After he got the offending odour out of his nose he turned his head back to Sean.

"What do you mean not a wolf? No human moves that fast. And I know the difference between the wolves and our kind."

"Oh it's a lycan. It's just a were-jaguar, not a wolf. I'd heard there was a pack in the city. They tend to be a little faster, a little smarter than the wolves. Not this one though." He smiled as he saw Jason hop the bar, the bag in hand "Well, if I can't do it, can I at least watch?"

"For you Sean, anything" Jason smiled. He'd never killed a were-jaguar before. Still, there was a first time for everything. The two made their way through the back offices before exiting the building to the closed, secluded alleyway behind the bar. Jason enjoyed the feeling of the cool night air against his skin and noted the moon was as full and large as he'd seen it.

maybe that was why Snoopy here fucked up so badly He grinned as he saw the three bouncers continuing to beat on the Were-Jaguar. He'd shifted form but even in his changed form he was no match for the vicious beating he was receiving from three of the stronger vampires Jason knew. He approached them and motioned for them to hold back. The Were-Jaguar lay prostrate on the ground, blood leaking from several wounds in the head. Jason nodded towards the bouncers and they held up the nearly unconscious beast. Jason reached into the bag to grab an item, making sure to grip the rubber handle that covered it's lower third. He pulled out a large, thin baseball bat.

"Hey, Rover, check this out." The jaguars eyes weakly came up to Jasons and saw the item he held in his hand. His eyes widened with fear.

"This is a baseball bat made out of solid silver. Now, I know you know it's smell. bugs the fuck out of me too. But, sometimes we have unruly vampires in my place and we have to deal with them." He shrugged and gave the bat a few practice swings.

"You ever see the movie The Untouchables?" He asked. The Jaguar merely shook his head weakly, blood trailing down from his lip. Jason continued

"Anyway it's not great. It's Kevin Costner so that should have been your first clue. Sean Connery's good. I think he won the oscar for supporting actor for it." He thought on this a second "Hey Sean, Connery won Best Supporting for The Untouchables right?"

Sean, who was standing behind Jason with a wicked smile on his face spoke up

"Sure did."

"Anyways, De Niro's in it. He plays Al Capone. Not one of his best efforts. Anyways, there's this great scene where he's at this fancy dinner with all his mobster friends and he's got this baseball bat. He gives this great speech about baseball. About how it's a team game and such. Then he beats this guy to death with the bat, you know, for not being a team player.

Now, me, I'm not one for big speeches. I'm not here to teach about teamwork. I just like hitting werewolves with bats."

The Jaguar struggled to speak

"M' not a werewolf, I'm a-"

Jason swung the bat, connecting with a sickening crunch with the Jaguars head. When the bat was in contact with the creatures head there was a burning sound and the smell of burnt hair filled the alley. The Jaguar roared a pained cry.

"Huh. Didn't expect that." Jason smiled. The spot where the werejaguar had been hit looked like it'd been hit with a cattle brand. Jason swung the bat back again and brought it down with another crunch to the beasts skull. The bouncers held the creature steady as Jason hit him again and again with the bat. Soon the Jaguars face was a broken, crushed, burned mess. Blood was leaking from his face like a faucet and numerous teeth had fell from it's mouth. Jason kneeled down and picked up the large fangs he'd knocked out.

"Well looky, a souvenir. I do believe I'm going to have this fashioned into a necklace." He smiled and slipped the large tooth into his pocket. He turned back to his bag and carefully put his bat back in place. He pulled a handled, pump action shotgun from the bag and stood back up. The werejaguar, bashed and close to death managed to open his eyes as Jason put the barrel of the gun to the creatures forehead. A completely new look of fear washed over what remained of the Lycan's face.

"C'mon, man, just let me go." It choked out

"No can do, Lassie. But on the plus side, now you get to find out if all dogs go to heaven." Jason pulled the trigger and a loud bang shook through the alley. The silver shell he fired into the werejaguar's head completely devastated the creature's head, exploding most of the creatures head in a fine red mist. The bouncers who held the creature were sprayed by a fair bit of blood and brain matter. Jason just smiled and dropped to put the gun back into his bag, zipping it closed. He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

"Boys, put what's left of our friend into the trunk of my car." The bouncers picked up the body and carried it to the garage and Jason turned to rejoin his friend. Sean was shaking his head.

"'All good dogs go to heaven'? Christ Jason, that was lame." He laughed and slapped Jason on the back

"Yeah, well, it was on short notice. Fuck, I should have said something like 'I'm sure Hell's got plenty of bitches' or something. Ah well, next time." He smiled as they stepped back into the coffin. Sean just had a pitiful look.

"Brooksie, just so I'm sure, you do know that a jaguar is a cat, right?"

Jason shrugged his shoulders and gave a look indicating he didn't care.

"Cats, dogs. Whatever."

"So why are they putting the body in your seven fourty fizive?" Sean asked, referring to Jason's mercedes.

"Because we're going to send those Were-whatever fucks a message. Want to go for a ride?"

Sean nodded his head

fifteen minutes later

Jason and Sean stood at the back of his trunk.

"I don't know why you went with the Mercedes. Such a fucking bitch car." Sean joked "It's all about the Rolls this year."

Jason shrugged his shoulders and popped the trunk, the bloody mess of a body coming into view.

"Nah, it's so much roomier than English cars. Heck, I can fit a whole Jaguar in my trunk." He laughed but noticed with some consternation that Sean didn't. "Get it? a Jaguar is an English automobile and we've got the body in the-"

"No, no I got it Brooks" Sean nodded "Just wasn't very funny."

"Everybody's a critic." Jason unfolded a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and taped it to the front of the body. He dabbed his hand in the Jaguar's blood and began writing a message on the piece of paper in the thick red liquid. After sometime the paper read: "Keep your pets on a leash"

Jason looked down with some concern

"I still say we should have gone with 'Get your pets spayed and neutered." Jason complained

"And we would have, if you'd shot him in the balls. There's still time if you want" Sean offered but Jason shook his head.

"My trunk is filthy enough, thank you"

Sean grabbed the body and lifted it out of the car.

"Neatly done with the message by the way."

"Not my first time writing with blood." Jason shrugged. "You're sure his pack will find him here, right?"

"Oh yeah, I can fucking smell them. They're around." Sean nodded and dumped the body unceremoniously outside a dingy apartment building. The two men got back in the luxury automobile and sped off.

"So what do you say Sean. I could murder a pizza right now." Jason paused "Well, not a pizza exactly. A pizza girl maybe."

Sean shook his head

"No, let's go back to the club."

 

[caela]

"Murder is murder eh? What would you call killing me than big boy? I'm a living breathing being with a heartbeat, a soul and the conscience that goes with it. I'm also an orphan thanks to your kind you fuck! My parents were killed but a fucking hunter like you when I was just 15. Wrong place, wrong time and the bastard killed them because they accidently got in his way and it was more expedient to take them out than to have to start his hunt over.

You'll forgive me if I choose not to trust you. If you're going to shoot than go ahead but I am going to do what I came here for."

As she finished speaking she turned quicker that he could pull the trigger and slipped around the humans filling the bar creating a wall of them between herself and him as she sauntered back out onto the dance floor. She didn't bother trying to hide from him, she didn't care that he saw her. Hunter's like her always pissed her off. So high and mightt, so fucking self righteous with all their talk about murder being murder when it was an act they commited nightly when they could while she managed to keep the killing she had to do down to once a month.

The music was still raging and hard core and the beats filled her giving her an escape as she began to grind and move with it once more.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

"There is a difference between killing a human being and killing a killer,hunters are just like garabagemen,we just take out the trash." He said as he moved off,his gun was on safety anyways,it was all about illusions of control.He had a mission.He was a workaholic,he took his job so seriously he hadn't done a single other thing in forever,the last movie he ever saw was Starwars,the orginal ones.Sitting at the bar,he turned to the bar tender and whispered something into his ear,sliding him a hundred dollor bill.

Rising from his spot on the stool,he muslced his way through the crowd without a second thought,most people-though caught in the throes of the song-moved out of his way without a second thought.As the strobe lights began to go and the lights began to go out,Priest came right up behind the dancing beauty and brought his strong arms down around her waist,comming up behind her.He spoke into her ear "I am sorry about your parents,but I wasn't the ones that killed them,so don't yell at me.I believe its sad when a hunter kills humans becuase they get in the way,I believe hunters exist to protect humans,not wage venegance wars against the supernatural.I fight to protect man kind,not out of some hate.I though cannot say I am human.I have been bitten by vampires,Were wolves and other things,I am not the person you think I am.But we could work togather,It wouldnt be such a bad idea." Priest said as he slightly swayed to the music with her.

 

[caela]

Meredith was startled but not entirely displeased when Priest's arms wrapped around her waist. He was the sort of male she found most attractive...one that could possibly kill her. She did so love a challenge.

She head his words and said absolutly nothing. Instead she leaned back against him and let her body sway against his, the music pulsing through her blood along with her heartbeat and both racing. Her head tipped back to rest against his shoulder while her hips swayed softly against his own.

When finally she spoke her lips where so close to his ear that her breath washed warm and moist against his skin, "No more talk of work Priest. I came out to have a good time tonight because I felt far too trapped and confined in the apartment."

 

[TheScarletBlade]

He was taken back at first.He figured she would be more angery that he came up behind her,more angery and less startled.She was beautiful and she was just his kinda woman: he loved women who were extremely beautiful and dangerous but he didn't even get any becuase most were just to hardcore bitches to even look at him and he had to put them down.

As the beat of the music began to pulse and she began to sway against him,he could feel his penis began to throb as well,blood stiring down there.He kept his arms around her as she continued to dance to the music,he remained just as silent as she,he was enjoying the music and the fact that he had a gorgeous woman in his arms,pressing her beautiful body right against his with every down beat of the music.His heart was beating and his blood on fire yet he remained completely cool on the outside.

When she finally spoke,he spoke back "Well,I cannot say I didn't come here to work becuase that would be a lie,but I didn't know my job was to try and persaude a beautiful woman to help me." He said as he felt a warm tingle as she spoke hotly into his ear.By that point his cock was completely hard yet he remained impassive and tried to discreetly pretend he remained unaffected by her.

As she leaned her head back on his shoulder,she would see if she looked the radio reciever in his ear.She could suddenly hear a voice comming from it."Priest" It was Whistler "We got a Lycan murder,some Lycan body was just discovered on the street near your position,its not a were wolf,sources say it is a Jaguar...mybe you might wanna check that out and if you have been sucessful with our Lycan Princess,you can bring her too,I am sure she would want to be involved." Dave said on the other line.He hated Dave at that moment,he didn't wanna move,he liked exactly where he was: in the middle of a dark dance floor with one of the most gorgeous women in the world.