Vampire: The Hunted

[Paendragon]

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Vampire: The Hunted OOC.

IC:He licked the fresh blood from his lips, and studied the newly dead man on the floor of his tomb.

The clothing the dead man wore was strange to Damien. The pants felt like denim, only they were black, and the jacket, black leather, was long--falling to the mans ankles.

The weapons he wore were even more impressive. One, a small crossbow, was easily recognizable . . . if a bit more streamlined and compact compared with what he remembered. The other was obviously a pistol, but quite different from the old 'six-shooter' he remembered.

How much time? How long have I slept?

He focused his thoughts as he stripped the dead man--the clothes he had slept in were in too much disrepair, another ill omen--and called for his first born. Nothing.

After a moment, he called for his second born, and first born daughter. Still nothing.

His third. Silence.

His brow furrowed in thought. It wasn't odd for one of his children to be silent, but . . .

He called for his fourth, and felt a deep well of concern spill forth when he heard no answer.

He pulled the leather jacket on as he called for his fifth, and final child . . . and found him.

Damien sighed as his sons thoughts came back to him, then tensed as he heard the content.

"Hunters! Father!! Flee!! Shylah!!!"

Then nothing.

"Caedmon!" he called out, psychically. "Caedmon!!"

Nothing.

Until he felt her grief. A primal howl through the family link. It was Shylah, his beloved granddaughter. And the level of her grief meant only one thing . . . Caedmon was dead.

 

[Pro_e1337]

Jake stood over the remains of the vampire. What did the female call him? Caedmon? Oh well it doesnt matter all vampires should be killed. But this kill felt like all the others, like nothing. He did feel like he had accomplished something however, this one was tough. But he knew that this wasn't the one that had attacked his family. The other hunters with him were members of a Human group that he forgets the name of. He doesn't want to affiliate with any of them . He does appreciate them allowing him to tag along and help, but he won't take one captive. The thought of showing a vampire mercy made him sick. He would treat all vampires like they treated his mother, ruthlessly. He shethed his sword. Suddenly he is reminded of the other vampire, the female, his partners stand at guard and slowly walk towards her.

OOC: I hope i didnt take any storyline risks in takeing credit for Caedmon's demise. If so just tell me and i will edit.

 

[poohlive]

It didn't take long in the city at night. There was always one, or two, or a group, waiting, poised, pondering the very flesh that crawled after dark. For too long this news of new threats in the night had caused everyone to lock their doors, shut their windows, and pray in the small confines that Jesus will protect them.
Jesus, it seemed, had taken a vacation. Those failed prayers fell like stars from the night sky.
Still, people dared the night, they came out even with the warnings. You can take the life out of the night, but you can't take the night out of the life. Bars still open, doing business, good business, eager business. Bums still littered the street, some shops even stayed open.
These were run by those stupid enough, or crazy enough to believe that they were immune to a vampire's bite, or the rare old lady who owned a flower shop, too ignorant to see what had happened to the world.
Yes, he had to protect all the old ladies with their flower shops.
Vallen had taken his cue from earlier in the night, and showed a pass at one of the checkpoints. His van revved up, going through a security check that would make Fort Knox proud. Men with assault weapons, and a look of death in their eye, chewing on whatever they considered a soul inside them.
He parked his van in the usual spot, opened the back up, and took two body bags out. One shook lamely as he hunched it over his shoulder. The other was limp, cold and limp.
He walked through an assortment of camera's, an elevator with a fingerprint access.... yes, yes, all the precautions. All the sterile warnings that protected this place. It pained his ass, but it had to be done.
After all, when transporting goodies, one needed to be careful.
Finally, in what looked like some weird lab, where huge equipment and test tubes were lined up and ready, he dropped the two bodies on stainless steel tables.
Two pimply faced assistants opened them up. One revealed a partially decaying corpse, with bone jutting out from flesh and muscle, like some aged fossil eroding out of the ground. The other, scared and hurt, tried desperately to fight or bite.
His mouth had been wired shut, however, with silver, as were his hands and feet. A gift wrapped present to his boys in blue.
"Shit, this one already going under. You certainly have a funny way of bringing them back alive, Vallen."
One of them already taking samples from the rotting corpse.
"Hey, not my fault. The fucker used his weird psychic shit on me. Had to take him down."
"Really? I thought these were young ones."
"Yeah, barely 20 years old. I don't know, they seem to be growing stronger at a younger age. It's just fascinating, you can actually see Darwin's theories being put into practical use."
Vallen sighed, as the conversation turned geeky, "I don't give a shit. I just need to know how do we stop it from happening. I feel fucking weird every time they get in here... bad vibes man."
"We're working on it. One alive's pretty good. Thanks Vallen. You going out again?"
Vallen only smiled, already taking his cue to exit. The sound of a chainsaw started up in the background, as another lab assistant came out, walking towards the vampire still alive.
"I should bring another couple in here for you... we can have some real fun before sunrise. All right?"
"Yeah, promises, promises. Don't fucking cock tease me Vallen, I mean it."
He already walked out the door, his voice trailing as he went, "I'll call you baby, really. You mean so much to me."
An echo fo laughter inside. Did they ever get out? Man, vampires never saw the sun, but even they had better complexions than some of the lab rats down here. Shit.
Well, they were funding the human cause. The humane cause, the only cause. They were trying to save human life.

Out in the street, patrolling, seeking out new fresh blood, a van idled on a street corner... and a man inside lit up a cigarette.

 

[MoonAlien]

June:
June let the limp body of the human fall from her arms. She licked her lips, the blood still fresh. Her face twisted itself into a maddening smile. Humans were weak, mindless, controllable, especially the ones who were stupid enough to venture out at night.

Night. Nothing like it used to be. It used to be the playground for the vampires, but now it was nothing more then a run down swing-set. Vampires had changed too; now, most of them lived in fear of the humans. Fear that they would be caught and killed. She laughed at those vampires.

She no longer had that fear, why should she? She had lived a long life, it had been a fulfilling life, if she got caught, she got caught; but so far, and anyone who tired to catch her had suffered terribly from the wrath of her bite.

Not many people alive could understand that the older a vampire was, the stronger they were. Those were the people stupid enough to take on a... well, she couldn't remember how old she was, probably around 1500 years if she remembered correctly... older vampire alone.

"Stupid humans." She kicked the body on the ground and walked off into the night looking for more prey

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

She was close, he knew. Very close to the ancient tomb he had called his home for the past century.

With a feeling of dread he knew it was no accident.

They were coming for me. To awaken me.

He ran to the tomb entrance, and found it destroyed. Smashed. The beautiful carvings and symbols destroyed. But he barely noticed. He raced into the night, his figure a blur to any who might see.

 

[Xaositect]

Hadrian waited, clinging to wall of a tremendous mansion. It was ringed with a twenty foot tall electrified fence which he had easily jumped over. The hounds milling about in the yard had been even easier. Most humans were unaware that dogs simply couldn't smell vampires. They thought that vampires smelled like corpses or at least like unhygenic mortals. Hadrian had breezed past the animals so quickly that they saw only a blur. And since they couldn't smell it, the blur obviously wasn't real.

He had climbed the wall of the mansion, his bare hands and feet gripping the bricks as easily as a tree frogs. He paused just outside one of the windows. A window covered by silver bars. The foolish human inside probably thought silver could actually deter a vampire. One by one Hadrian tore the bars from there morings. His skin hissed and his palms burned but he ignored the pain. He saw the wires imbedded in the window pane and knew not to open it. He did not want an alarm going off at this point.

Now he waited patiently. He knew the man inside would come into this room as he did every night. After he had taken his evil and sadistic pleasures with his own daughter. That was why Hadrian hunted this man. He would strike down this evildoer as a god of the old mythologies.

The light came on. Hadrian viewed the man walking into the room and sitting at his desk. Even through the window Hadrian could smell the evidence of this man's crimes. Anger rose to the fore in Hadrian's heart. He barely managed to contain it long enough to fulfil his plan. He held back, waiting for the man to relax.

In an instant Hadrian thrust his entire body through the window. His speed was beyond the mortal's eyes to catch. Hadrian smashed tthe lamp that was the only lightsource. The vampire had no need for such light. His eyes saw as well in darkness as a human's in daylight. He watched as the pathetic human crawled on the ground desperately trying to find some avenue of escape. Hadrian grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him into the air. He slammed him against the wall and pressed his lips against his ear: "How does it feel? To be helpless against a monster willing to do anything to you. To know that you have no one to protect you, no one to save you from your fate. Mark this feeling well human for it is the last!"

Hadrian sank his fangs into the man's forearm. The man screamed high-pitched and girlish. Hadrian took his time, draining him slowly. He could smell the humans terror and panic. He savored every second. He listened as the man's heart slowed and then stopped. Hadrian finished the last few drops of this vile creatures blood and then casually tossed him to the ground. Hadrian exited the room from the same window he had entered, jumping to ground as easily as a child skips over a puddle. He ran across the yard and jumped over the fence just as the police cars arrived to the front gate. Hadrian almost felt sorry for the poor fools as he dashed away into the night.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki smelled the blood and sensed others of her kind. She crouched on the roof top her eyes taking in the situation. One dead vampire. Some she didn't know but he had a familiar scent... Damien. She would know that scent anywhere. Her gaze took in the rest of the people. A couple hunters stalked a femal vampire. Her greif was evident. She knew the vampier that was killed. It was obvious. She considered her options. Should she help the woman? she to smelled faintly of Damien. Yet despiter her occupation Nikki did not hater vampires. Just one... Sighing softly she gave into her concience and jumped off the roof landing a coupld of feet from the female. She knew the female had sensed her a while ago more then likely wondering if she to were a threat. Smiling she approached the hunters. The woman was old, very old and power clung to her. She may be able to hand these to normaly. But in her greif she wasn't likely to think clearly. "May I be of some help?" she asked cheerfully her eyes never leaving the hunters.

OOC: I hope this is ok. Let me know if there are any problems.

 

[SoulcatcherX]

Billy Gunn

Billy: "A dollar seven is your change. thanks and have a good night."

He followed the customer to the door and locked it behind the man. After the Lexus left the lot, he reached out and turned off the exterior lights that illuminated the pump islands.

Walking back behind the counter, he reached over and turned off the main control for the pumps, before starting to close out his register.

When all of this was finished he grabbed his leather jacket and his keys from under the counter and exited through the back door, leaving only the security lights inside on. On his way to his motorcycle, he made a quick check to ensure that the .45 Auto was wrapped neatly inside his rolled up jacket. Once to the bike, he retrieved it and fastened it in place under his left shoulder and shrugged into his jacket.

"Finally. What a long fucking day. Time for a beer before I hit the bed."

He straddled his new V-Rod and headed back towards the bar near his apartment. The cops were already out prowling the night, supposedly keeping everyone safe from the growing vampire problem. He couldn't help but roll his eyes skyward at the thought. Sighing to himself he parked the motorcycle in it's usual spot near the front door of Barney's Tavern.

Just as he was about to open the door and enter, a scuffling sound around the corner of the building made him pause. Peering that way, he listened briefly. A muffled scream drew his attention and he quickly walked towards the corner while sliding his hand inside his jacket grabbing the grip of the .45. Before turning the corner he paused once more to listen.

"Shit.", he whispered to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously peeped around the corner before he stepped around.

"Let her go.", he said as he pulled the gun out and pointed it at a figure cloaked in shadows. The woman the thing was holding was flailing with her arms, her eyes wide in horror.

 

[poohlive]

They didn't call him until an hour after they had begun an investiagation. It pissed Vallen off, by then hundreds of cops had ran through the place, getting their shit all over it, no way to see whats real evidence and whats just donut filling.
He parked his van outside, a huge mansion, complete with private lawn, private driveway, private gate, and private daughter.
What a fucking dump. Vampire bite here? Highly unlikely. Too many things could go wrong, too many outside possibilities. Vampires rarely stalked their pray for more than a few hours, and this, if it was done as well as he thought, had taken a few days at least.
He went inside, grabbing most of the story from the leading cop there. The police worked exclusively with the Fundamentalists now, partly cause the fundamentalists required it, partly cause fundamentalists paid for a lot of these cops, and partly cause none of the cops really wanted to deal with vampires any more than regular people did.
Only the hunters were crazy enough to do this kind of job.
So, he walked into the daughter's room, sitting down next to her, and chatting with her a bit.
"So, did your father rape you?"
Her eyes grew wide, and she shook her head. Vallen sighed, taking otu a small device, it was the zise of a pager, and had little heart beats running across it.
"This is your heart. You have been very high since I came in here, but when I mentioned rape, your heartbeat soared. That means to me... either your lying, or you just had an orgasm."
She cried into her pillow, and that was all he needed.
"So, let me get this straight. A vampire just strips passed the silver bars, snaps all the alarms, kills the dad, leaves the daughter and maids alone, and then just leaves?"
"Yup, that's about it."
"And, the dad's been fucking his kid for how long now?"
"Years, I would imagine."
Vallen thought he knew what was up. A fucking rescue vampire, some asshole who thought he had a conscious. Well, maybe the guys down at the lab would like to open him up, see if there was a conscious inside.
"Ok, I'll take a look around."
He went up to the broken window, seeing the bars that had been mangled free. Pieces of skin were still clinging to them, a product of the vampires weakness. Vallen took a piece, placed it in a bag, something for the rats to dissect later.
He checked some of the other buildings, trying to find a good vantage point for the vampire. He would have had to spend several nights just staring, leering into the place.
He found it in a neighbor's shed, which gave perfect vantage point. Footprints, and others from the dusty rooftop. He made a picture of them, for evidence as well.
"Hmmmm, shit. Looks like I'll need to go to Tony's."
A popular bar in the city, one where vampires were known to hang out sometimes. He could always grab one or two in there. Someone owed him some information. There had to be something on the street about a vampire with a heart of gold.
With any luck, Vallen could bag and tag this guy tonight.
"Thanks guys, I'm out," He got into his van, screeching off into the night.

 

[Xaositect]

Hadrian

Hadrian felt exhilirated. Life was coursing through his body. He had done a good deed this night and he was heady from accomplishment. He ran playfully along the rooftops of the city, leaping from building to building with ease.

Something caught his attention just then. A noise of struggle and the otherworldly non-scent of one of his kind. Hadrian dropped to street level and peeked around the corner of some bar. There in the alley was a vampire with a human woman in his arms. This really wasn't so unusual and Hadrian wouldn't normally stop for something so crass as vampire feeding.

In this instance however, the vampire was being confronted by a human male. The man leveled a gun at the vampire and said "Let her go."

If the human had any sense then that gun was loaded with silver bullets, but still it wouldn't be much of a battle. For a moment Hadrian considered ignoring the situation and going on his way. He was struck by the man's bravery though. It was a quality sorely lacking in mortals of late. Perhaps he should preserve this man who was obviously a man of moral conviction like himself. Besides it might also be a chance to alter a few perceptions. What modern humans termed PR.

So Hadrian stepped out from his hiding place and silently crept behind the vampire. Careful to maintain a fascade of humanity before the guntoting man became to triggerhappy. "Yes," said Hadrian to the surprise of the other vampire and the gunslinger, "do let her go."

 

[SoulcatcherX]

Billy Gunn

As the second stranger stepped from the shadows beyond, Billy track him with his gun. The first man turned and hissed at the second, tossing the woman aside like a broken toy. She collided with the side wall of the bar, nearly cracking her head on the red brick. Billy turned his gun back on his original target and started taking slow steps towards the woman.

The first man took a couple of tentaive steps backwards away from the second and hissed accusingly, "Traitorous cur! How dare you interfere with my feeding?"

Oh great... Vampires. You sure know how to pick 'em Gunn.

Keeping his target pinned under the sights of his pistol, Billy leaned down and helped the woman stand.

"You okay lady?"

She seemed completely dazed and Billy shook her slightly.

"You need to run. Go home. He won't be hurting you anymore. Go!"

The frightened woman finally seemed to break free from her shock and turned away, instantly in a run.

Now if only I could be sure that neither of these loons would hurt me.

"Looks like you picked a bad night to order take-out Fangy. Should have stayed home and just ate some soup."

Billy readjusted his grip on the gun and made sure to position himself away from the brick wall in case either man decided that he'd make a good entree himself.

 

[Xaositect]

Hadrian

Hadrian raised an eyebrow as the other vampire tossed his intended victim aside. Ah to be young and spontaneous, he thought. "I believe my dear fellow that your feeding had already been interfered with before I arrived."

Hadrian casually examined his hand. It had completely healed from the contact with the silver. He looked up as the other vampire, quivering with rage, launched himself at Hadrian. The hungry vampires movements seemed sluggish to Hadrian who merely sidestepped the attack and allowed the vampire to crash into the opposite brick wall. The vampire screamed in anger and frustration. He came at Hadrian again only to be caught by the throat and held aloft. Hadrian closed his hand around the struggling vampire's neck like a steel vice. A sickly crack echoed through the alley as the creature's neck broke.

Hadrian dropped the vampire who had ceased to move. He wasn't dead, just paralyzed. Hadrian looked over at the curious mortal who was still pointing his gun. "Greetings," said Hadrian with a slight bow, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hadrian Exceter. Might I enquire as to your name?"

 

[SoulcatcherX]

Billy Gunn

While keeping his gun trained on the now downed vampire, Billy looked up at the other who had addressed him. There didn't seem to be any sense of danger coming from him, but Billy cautiously recalibrated his line of fire at Hadrian.

"My name is Billy. Billy Gunn."

He looked back down briefly at the creature lying in the filth of the alleyway and looked back up again.

"Is he... Is he dead?"

 

[Xaositect]

Hadrian

"No," Hadrian responded, "I never kill unless it's necessary. He is only disabled. He will recover in time but not for a while."

Hadrian looked this Billy over with a discerning eye. He could smell the fear in him but he was doing a very good job of suppressing it. He also noted from Billy's garb that he wasn't a typical hunter. They usually dressed in para-military outfits and had weapons all over their bodies.

"So Billy," Hadrian said, "You seem to be more aware than other mortals yet you travel at night. If you'll pardon my inquisitive nature, are you a hunter by trade or merely a prepared citizen who found a damsel in distress?"

 

[poohlive]

Inside the bar, music blared out of giant speakers, that seemed to consume the room. No one talked much in the bar anyway, they just swayed to the music, drank, and made out in the corner. It seemed as if life were normal, at least for a moment, behind the double doors of this place.
As Vallen went inside, he noticed several of them already. No discernable marks or tattoos signifgied a person from a vampire. There was no way to tell, even dogs had a hard time figuring it out. Vampires had a look though, and anyone that has met more than one, faced them down in life and death, could walk in a room and pick one out in an instant.
They had a look in their eye, that of a predator. A look like a wild animal, keeping themselves caged for the moment they could burst forth and reveal the monstrosity inside. They were predators, and no matter how docile or calm they appeared, they could not get that particular trait away from them.
Predators pure and simple.
He saw two, a girl in the corner, talking to a couple of guys that kept buying her drinks, and a guy on the dance floor, seemigly surrounding by women.
They weren't his problem though, at least not tonight. Tonight, other fish were about to be fried.
He had dropped the supplies off at the lab, and made his way here, as quick as possible. The thing was still out there tonight, still lurking somewhere.
All Vallen needed to do was find him.
In the back room, he kicked the door open, already letting loose from his gun. Two guys around a card table stood up, despite being caught offguard. he barely had a chance to hit them both. One dropped already, the other half leaped, half dodged him.
He round housed the bad attempt at an escape, grabbing one of his silver wire frames, and wrapping it twice around the guy. In a simple motion, the wire slammed tight, hissing as it dug into the skin. He fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
Vallen took out a grenade, or at least it looked like a grenade, with a small satellite dish coming from it.
"You know what this is, Tony?"
Tony, of Tony's place. Tony, who had turned into a vampire, and still kept his club open. Tony, who had a silver bullet in his stomach, trying to get up.
"Yeah," Tony looked at his friend caught in the wire, still screaming bloody murder, "What the fuck, Vallen. Come into my club, with a UV nade. You are one cocky son of a bitch."
"Yeah, I'm pissing off a lot of people tonight. Looks like I'm not done. I'm looking for a guy, one of your kind."
"Fuck, I don't know everyone that..."
"No, this one you'd know. He's a do gooder. Runs around the place, killing only rapists and murderers. A judge, some high and mighty prick. You heard anyone like that running around?"
Tony wiped blood from his mouth. A rat, yes, but a loyal one. Tony knew it was better to play the game, then end up one of the lab's unsuccessful experiments. He kept his ear to the ground, looked up shit. An inside man in an outside world.
"Yeah... there's a guy. Calls himself Hadrian or something. He's been recruiting... mouthing off a few times at some of the newbies. Telling them that vampirism's a gift, and we shouldn't waste it. We can protect humans, you know, moderate crap. Most people just laugh it off, no one takes him seriously. He's supposed to only kill those that deserve it."
"You know where he sleeps?"
Tony shook his head. Vallen pressed one of the buttons on the bomb. A light lit up.
"Hey! fucker! don't do that shit. All right! I don't know, there's a church he goes to sometimes. Down by the docks, no promises though. He's a loner, doesn't have out in the same places a lot. I don't have anything else."
"What's he look like?"
Tony described him the best he could.
"All right. Congratulations, Tony. You get to live for one more night. If he does anything, moves, pulls any shit, you call me, all right? I want his ass."
Vallen knelt down, grabbing the wire, and letting it slip off the guy. He had stopped screaming, and found whimpering in the corner a better way to get through the pain.
"You're a real asshole, Vallen."
Vallen closed the door, walking out from the loud music and hot stuffy bar.
"I know," He said, lighting a cigarette, and getting into his van.
"I know."

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

Damien covered the ground quickly, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. He could feel her presence nearby, but was unable to pinpoint it. The gift didn't work like that.

Then he heard a gunshot, two buildings south.

 

[Paendragon]

Shylah

She heard the other vampire join her, but had no time to respond. One of the hunters, a young one with a baby face, pulled a handgun and fired.

She moved quickly as her teachers had shown her, keeping her feet on the ground and changing direction faster than thought.

Other gunshots rang out, and she felt one bite into her shoulder. The pain seareed into her.

She leapt onto the closest hunter, lifted him off his feet, and hurled him into the nearest wall. He slammed against it with a sickening thud, and fell, lifeless to the floor.

The other vampire had engaged another hunter, leaving three of them facing Shylah. Two of them pulled out automatice weapons.

She tensed.

Suddenlt the skylight in the old warehouse shattered, and a form in a long jacket fell softly to the floor behind one of the hunters. Before the hunter could turn, his head was no longer attached to his body.

"Tiernan," she whispered.

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

He was in a fury. It was one thing to come for him, but to hunt his children?!

He throught the head to the ground, as another hunter spun toward him. Damien closed the distance quickly, and was surprised as the pain ripped into him, he felt eight bullets tear thorugh his body . . . and then he reached the hunter, fangs first.

He bith into the mans throat, feeling his life's blood wash over his lips.

The man fought at first, vainly trying to pry Damien's teeth from his flesh.

Soon enough he went limp.

He turned toweard the second man, but found him already dead with Shylah standing over him.

"Tiernan," Shylah shook her head sadly. Tiernan meant Lord in her native tongue. It was what she always called him. "We were trying to find you . . . for so long we searched . . ." Her eyes slid past him, and Damien turned, to see anoither hunter. "It was him," she said. "It was him who killed Caedmon . . ."

 

[SoulcatcherX]

Billy Gunn

He glanced one last time at the wounded vampire and then again at Hadrian.

"A hunter? No. This is the first time I've ever..."

Billy shook his head and took a steadying breath. Shrugging, he holstered his gun. He didn't get the impression he'd have anything to worry about from this guy that was still standing. He did, after all, help out in a tight spot. Besides, if the guy decide to attack, Billy didn't hold much faith that his normal cross-point rounds do much to help him against something that strong and fast.

"I was going to go inside and have a beer when I heard the woman. I guess I didn't really think about what I was doing at all."

Billy forced himself to relax.

"What about you? Play Batman often or were you just in the neighborhood?"

"Smart Gunn. Real smart. Crack jokes with the undead... you're a fucking riot all right."

 

[Xaositect]

Hadrian

Hadrian raised an eyebrow at Billy's question, "Bat-man? I suppose that's some sort of slang for vampire? We can't really change into bats you know."

The expression on billy's face told Hadrian that he had said something wrong. He sighed, he'd been out of touch with pop culture since the invention of television. One thing Billy had confirmed was that he was no fundamentalist. That was good. Finding a human who displayed both virtue and an open mind was a rare if not unigue event.

"In any event my dear man, I believe you and I were destined to meet. After all, in a world where chivalry is dead what are the chances of finding a mortal and a vampire who display it? I offer you my hand in friendship Billy Gunn, will you accept?"

 

[Pro_e1337]

Jake

Jake had his pistol drawn and his sword in his other hand. His arms were shaking and he was terrified and couldn't hide it. The first vampire was less of a problmem, they had suprised it. However this one suprised them. Jake knew he was in trouble here. He usualy had the back up of the fundementalists, he had taken out a few feeders on the street.
He took in a breath aimed at the head of the male and started to fire. He unloaded his seven shots and only saw the vamp recoil but didnt see how many hit. Then he raised his sword and discretly pulled out a grenade.

 

[SoulcatcherX]

Billy Gunn

Billy looked long at the vampire extending his hand to him before actually reaching out taking it. While still holding firm his handshake she spoke.

“Okay. I’ll trust you. I don’t know about that ‘being destined’ thing, but you’ve got points in my book as a good sort of guy.”

Billy released the handshake and slid a hand into his jacket to snap the safety strap around the butt of his weapon. Hadrian eyed him as he did so and Billy nodded.

“Now I see just one more problem.” Billy inclined his head to creature, “I figure ol’ boy there is going to be in a real pissed off mood when he does recover. Whether he decides to play smart and steer clear of either of us, he’s still eventually just going to try his vampire game on some other person. I can’t let that happen.”

Billy fixed his eyes on Hadrian’s waiting to see his response.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki Killed the hunter with regret hating to take any life but knowing it was neccessary. She turned to the other vampire only to freeze in her tracks. That scent... Damien! She had tried to kill him once only a hunder or so years ago.. he had nearly destroyed her leaving her alive out of pity. She straigtened her spine her eyes moving between the two. Neither seemed to even notice her. "Tiernan," The woman said shook her head sadly. "We were trying to find you . . . for so long we searched . . ." Her eyes slid past him, and Damien turned, to see anoither hunter. "It was him," she said. "It was him who killed Caedmon . . ." The other vampire. She to turned her gaze to the hunter.

 

[poohlive]

Homeless Pete lived on the far side of town, the worse part of town. It was a part humans didn't even like to go in the day time. A bunch of bars and such had been put up here, most of them looking dead and ancient. He imagined they were full of life though, the wrong kind.

Homeless Pete sometimes had information on drifters and loners. Vallen imagined that's what this guy would be, a drifter or a loner. He'd messed with a couple of do gooders before, they rarly had any more than a friend or two. Mostly on their own, trying to drum up support.

Oh, the fundamentalists would have a field day with that kind of vampire. Vallen could just see it right now.

On his police band, someone asked to assist some crazy woman who just came out from the streets. He turned it up, but his computer flipped on.

One of the lab rats, huge glasses and his nice plastic overcoat.

"We got the tests done. Looks like you've got yourself a live one. Here, I'm sending the physical over now."

A print came up, silver eyes, auburn hair, chiseled features. Almost word for word what Tony had said.

"Good, good, now I know what he looks like. Anything else?"

"Yeah, we approximated his age. You're not going to like this."

"It can't be that bad. This guy's an amateur. 50, 60?"

"Over a hundred. Closer to two if I'm reading the computer right."

Vallen sighed, looking out into the dark night. The lab rat started to speak, but Vallen cut him off, letting the silence take place.

"That's fucked up."

"Twice as old as you've ever caught one. Vallen, I don't know... I mean, he'll control you."

"Come on, fucking stop that. All right? What have you got anyway? If I'm going after this fuck I need something in my ring."

"Yeah, we're coming up with something. A new alloy, mixed in with silver. If worn over your head, might disrupt things enough so they can't get inside. We're still testing it though."

"Who gives a shit! When can I have it."

"By morning."

Shit, that left the rest of the night. The radio buzzed again. The girl apparently was saved from an attack, but she was screaming and acting irratically. Vampires involved.

"Ok, I'll just wait to see him blip on the radar. I've got a fix on where he might be staying... but knowing this guy, he'll probably save some other pathetic soul before the night's out. He's got plenty of time."

The radio buzzed again. This woman would not shut up about it. They needed to restrain her. Vampires. She'd been saved, but it was by something else...

"Well, there's always Homeless Pete, Vallen. You could try..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Vallen turned up the radio. The woman saw the vampire, attack her attack, snap his neck. Couldn't be human, not even a bounty hunter. Just snapped the neck. She was screaming bloody murder.

"Where's her location?" Vallen called out, already flipping a bitch in his van, "Where'd she see the rescuer?"

They gave the address of the bar, and then the backalley nearby. This had to be the guy. Two rescue attempts in one night. Couldn't be coincidence, just couldn't be.

"All right, restrain her. Calm her down. I need positive I.D. that it's the guy. What color was his hair?"

light brown.

Yeah, this was the guy.

 

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Billy Gunn

Billy never got his answer. As he stood there waiting for Hadrian to answer, the lights from a vehicle spilled into the alleyway. When Billy turned back around towards where Hadrian was, he was looking at so much empty air.

"Neat trick. Thanks pal..."

Then he saw the still semi-alive form of the vampire lying where he had fallen and a new sense of dread filled his gut.

"Oh that's great. Leave me with the stiff."

Still unable to make out the vehicle clearly due to the glare of the headlights, Billy tried his best to shield his eyes while checking to make sure the butt of his .45 wasn't showing from his jacket. He had a permit, but no hassle was even better. Especially considering the circumstance.

"Hope you didn't go too far Mr Hadrian Vampire-guy..."

Still he resolved himself to the worst. After that, anything else was just gravy.