When Darkness Falls

[Countrytwilight83]

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Zeke looked out at the dark skies. The sun had finally set at last. The songs of the birds slowly cesed as crickets began to chirp into the night. He picked up his sword and started to polish it again. He began every night this way. He was usually the first to awaken, and the first thing he did was polish his blade. After a few minutes, the metal in it sparkled like diamonds.

Satisfied, he resheathed it and walked back inside. Miyu still had not awoken yet. He smiled to himself and walked over to a small icebox. He pulled out a small pouch of blood and warmed it up quickly. He would wake her up and surprise her. As the liquid slowly got rid of its chill, Miyu came into the room.

"Hey Zeke!" She looked over and saw him sitting in a chair. "evening." He smiled and held up the pouch, "Thought I would get dinner started." Miyu laughed and walked over, "You don't have to do that." Half anoyed with the thought he had done it, she took the pack he handed her. He stood back up, "I know." He walked out of the room retriving a small book. He sat down again and started to read. Miyu looked to the title, "War and Peace....Honestly how many times are you going to read that?" She laughed. Smiling he turned the page. "Till I can recite it."

Meanwhile....

Giddian had just made another round of bullets. The silver in them gleaming as he finished adding the holy water to the tips. "This should do them in." He smiled to himself. He turned towards the captive vampire he had chained up. It was badly beaten and very weak. The chains that hld it now seemed like an impentrable force holding him down. He looked away ashamed he had been caught by such a lowlife slayer.

Giddian laughed as he saw the vampire turn his head, "What scared of your death? Just look at it this way, I am sparing you a life stuck to a single other vampire. You woulnd't want to only love one now would you? You creatures are all the same." Giddian stopped talking and turned then to the vampire, "Tell me, if you do wish to live, tell me where she is. I'd rather have her fangs than yours." Again the vampire shook his head and refused to answer. Angered by the commitment the vampire had, Giddian spoke up, "Say good night Lucien." then he shot several rounds into his body before he ended up shooting for the kill.

Giddian sat up from his bed and smiled. even 9 years later, this was his favorite kill. He still wished he hadn't had to do it. It wasn't a good one since Lucien had offered no information on the girl. Still even if Lucien had given him the information, he would have died as well. It had been 9 years though. His body had aged in those years slightly and it made him wonder if the female vampire and her half human side would have shown singns of aging as well. This thought angered him slightly and he kept thinking of where she might be hiding at now.

 

[caela]

Dria yawned as she awakened and stretched her body upward. Her form bowed on her until only her head and heels were touching and held, stretching everything in between, until she came down slowly with a soft sigh of pleasure. Glancing at the time she pushed a button near her bed and the shutters over her windows rolled up revealing the deepening glow of twilight fading to black.

"Time for breakfast," she murmured to herself as she rolled out of her bed.

Rising she wrapped a black, silk, robe around her body and padded silently into her bathroom to shower quickly before getting dressed. With her black hair and alabaster flesh she could have looked like the sterotypical image of a vampire but the very idea made her skin crawl. She liked color, lots of it and dressing up like a goth teenager just didn't appeal.

Rummaging through her closet she drew out a long circle skirt in an array of swirling reds, oranges, and muted pinks and a matching red top. The skirt reminded her of sunsets which was why she'd bought it. The top was simple having no arms and ending about an inch before the skirt started baring just a strip of her flat stomach to view. Drawing her long hair into a simply ponytail and sliding her feet into a pair of sandles she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

Opening a drawer in her dresser she smiled once more, before her was an array of knives and various sheaths for them. Drawing two she strapped one to each thigh where she could easily draw them if needed. She didn't intend to need them tonight but better safe than sorry. There was also a small pistol in her purse and her aim with the knives or the gun was deadly.

Stepping out into the night she hummed softly to herself. She hardly looked the picture of a hunter though hunting was indeed what she was doing. She needed to feed tonight and was once more glad that she didn't need to kill like some of her kind did and that she could heal her prey once she'd taken what she needed.

Heading to one of her favorite clubs she was glad to find the place already busy. In a tight press of bodies she could often feed without the other patrons even noticing and her prey was often praised later by his friends for having drawn her interest in the first place.

Most nights it was good to be a vampire.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Bless me father for I have sinned-" "Constantly" Father Patrick said, Dahmnall chuckled "it has been two days since my last confession." "let me guess" father patick said in his thick irish brogue "You've killed, again." "yes father" dahmnall admitted "you need to cut back on that lad." "In my defense, they are vampires," "how many non vampires have you killed in your pursuit of vampires" "many" dahmnall admitted "too many. I am doing the best i can father." "of course you are my son, say a rosary and an additional ten hail marys, I forgive you your sins in the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit." dahmnall crossed himself "Thank you father" "Be careful, nephew i dont want you to die like your father, my brother, did, or disappear like your brother." "I will uncle," "Lad, grandmum says dinner after sunday mass, her and grandda have something special planned. so dont get yourself killed before then." "I wont uncle" Dahmnall got up and left crossing himself with the holy water at the door, he said his penance as he got on his motorcycle and rode into the night.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Cecillia

She felt the first stirrings of hunger as the sun began to ebb. She sat at the table sipping the hot tea knowing that she would have to go out and hunt. Kill rather. Her hunting skills had progressed no farther for a vampire of her age. Sighing a great sigh, she got up and placed her dishes in the sink. Tonight maybe she could control the beast insider her. It was not so hard a task with the sunlight. But as the day ended the beast gnawed at her insides. She would have to try to keep it at bay until she was ready for she was almost always messy with her kills.

 

[Donsehan]

Alaric

Waking up from a nap, I (Alaric) took a look outside, it was the afternoon. I decided to check my pistols and sharpen my blades. It had been a while, checking my supply of ammunition, I got ready to leave, putting on my jacket and fastening my belt. At last I was ready to get out. I walked downstairs to check on Zeke and Miyu. One was reading, the other was feeding. I watched them silently and when I got down to the landing my hands were on my guns, relishing the feeling of the cold metal.

I looked at the two of them "You two ready to go hunting? or am I going to be out alone again?"

 

[Countrytwilight83]

Miyu looked up and smiled, "Hey. You sleep good?" She tossed the empty packet in the trash can and walked over to the closet and grabbed her kitana. She tied it to her left side looping the ties over her black belt. Her robes almost hide the color of the belt and the blue tie on the sheath of the Kitana stck out.

She rolled her eyes looking over at Zeke. "I'll go with you." Walking back over to the table to pick up a hair tie, she poked Zeke. "He is reading his book again." He laughed, "Hey Its a good book you two should read it sometime." He marked the page and set it down. "Where ya off to tonight anyway? I might come along."

Miyu shook her head smiling at him. She tied her hair back gently before pulling her hood over it. She only used the tie to make sure her hair didn't fall into her face during a battle. She checked the tie on her kitana one more time to make sure it was tied securly before heading towards the door.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

Dahmnall pulled up in front of his supplier's storehouse. His name was Jack, and he was a well respected supplier of things pertaining to the supernatural. Things you couldn't find elsewhere. "Bellerophon" he said at the door. It slid open and a voice said "How you doing Dahmnall?" Jack asked "I'm alright hows business treating you?" Dahmnall asked. "Oh fine fine, business is booming." Dahmnall smiled at his old friend "So what do you need from Ol' Jack today?" "Dragons blood, silver shavings, white oak, concentrated garlic, wolfsbane, and ammo for ol' reliable" he said gesturing to the mean looking slugthrower at his hip. "Dragons blood eh? time for that monthly fix?" Jack said with a laugh, pulling the items out. "You know it," Dahmnall said chuckling. "Oh and i could use some moon powder for some sharpening jobs." Jack nodded and pulled some out "So word around the campfire is theres another hunter around, so your not the only one." "Theres plenty of vamphunters around, you know my family" Dahmnall said "No, I mean Hunter like you." "Ohhhhh I see, know anything about him?" "Their saying hes the one that fought Dracius" "Your kidding?" "Thats what I hear." Jack rang up the items "300, thats a friend price, dragons blood is getting mighty hard to come by." Dahmnall counted out the money and handed it to him. "Thanks Jack, stay out of trouble now, and let me know anything about that other hunter if you hear it." "Absolutely." Jack said

 

[caela]

Dria

Smirking at the youngsters in line outside the Purple Dragon she sidled up to the bouncer at the door and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "How's it going tonight John?" she asked her voce a soft inviting purr that just made the big bear of a man laugh.

"There aint no need to be flirtin' with me Dria and you damned well know it girl," the big man said with a grin. John was one of the few humans she spoke with on a regular basis and she honestly liked the man. He'd gotten married a couple months earlier and had eyes only for his wife, he never looked on her with anything but indulgence and amusement, even when she kicked on the full vampire charm, which was probably part of why she liked him. "The night's good though, clubs hoppin' in there. You'll find plenty of them frat boys you love to tease so much."

Grinning she kissed his other cheek and laughed brightly as he let her into the club much to the annoyance of the crowd waiting in line. They'd all grumble and whine but none of them were really going to give John trouble. He looked like he could bench press a small semi but the man was a gentle giant and wouldn't hurt a fly. Of course the kids in line didn't know that.

Entering the darkness of the club with it's loud, thumping music, flashing lights, and plenty of alcohol Dria was in her element. It was like a damned buffet table spread out before her and she could sample anything she liked.

Making her way out onto the dance floor she caught the beat of the music and began to flow with it. At 155 she'd had plenty of time to work on her dancing skills and she moved with an easy grace that drew the eyes of everyone around her. She let the men press in on her, drawn to her sinuous movements, and tipped her head to the first ones throat. With her body moving against his he never even noticed her fangs sinking into his neck and she took only a taste before drawing back, a sweep of her tongue sealing the wound as if it had never been.

Moving through the crowd she repeated the same process over and over. Taking just a taste from those who came to her arms and sending them back into the crowd feeling just a bit drunker than normal. Within an hour her skin glowed with the warmth of fresh blood, her hunger was sated, and unlike with so many of her kind, there were no bodies or wounds to explain.

As always she thanked whatever diety had giving her the gift of healing.

Not ready to go home however she kept dancing, her partners now leaving her only as drunk as they'd come for there was no longer a need to feed on her. No, she stayed because she enjoyed the press of warm bodies around her and the heights to which these humans seemed to soar while lost in their drink and their music.

 

[Donsehan]

Alaric

I (Alaric) nodded to Miyu and said to her "not sure . . . whereever I find another vampire. After all it is not I who dictate where I go, but them." I turned to Zeke "what is with you and that book anyway? You treat it like some treat the Quran." I shook my head and started walking out the door.

 

[poohlive]

"Some seek knowledge, others death..." Zeke let the book hang heavy in his pack. He liked having it in there, despite the added weight. With his other supplies, it made for a nice and comfortable load. No matter what happened tonight, if they came into some trouble everything in his pack would come in handy.

"Besides, I didn't think we would judge each other on our eccentric behavior. If we did that, we'd never leave for the night."

The best weight of all was his longsword. The sheath came out above his shoulder, and for a moment he let a finger slide down the leather that covered it. He hoped he didn't have to bring it out tonight.

Please, not tonight.

He said a small prayer, in his native language, may the dryad's protect them, and followed them out into the night.

 

[Mantra]

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city....

His name was Richard, but on the street, everyone knew him as 'Electric' because of the high people got off of his product. Electric was the leader of the 48th Street Diablos, a somewhat infamous street gang who were known to peddle cocaine and meth downtown from time to time. Business had been good and it was because of his street smarts, coupled with his ambition which had let Electric rise up and take over the Diablos in the first place.

That and the help of his recently found 'unknown benifactor', Ric.

Through him, Electric had been able to get the raw material to start up several 'cooking houses'. That is, run down places that the cops didn't care about where he could set up meth labs. Ric had made sure that the slumlords who owned the places were paid, and so long as the rent checks kept coming, they didn't bither to look in on what was happening either. It was a good deal too, a 60/40 split in Electric's favor, so long as Ric was paid every week and Electric and his gang only dealt when and where Ric said to. Ric also had made a 'friend' available to Electric and with his share of the money, had been able to purchace guns, no questions asked.
And it kept getting better, at least as far as Electric was concerned. He was ambitious after all....

Tonight was payment night and Electric had gotten a call as usual. No meeting place was ever the same twice, Ric liked to move around alot. That and it was usually a drop off. Ditch a bag or case somewhere or meet some flunkie and make a hand off and that was that, but tonight was different. Ric wanted to meet with Electric. Electric didn't really like meeting with Ric, Ric creeped him out with those hollowed cheeks and scraggly hair...Ric used too much of his own product and it must have really fucked him up. But the worst was his eyes. Ric had some mean, hateful eyes.....
The meeting place was at a railroad junction, in an old boxcar which was set off any rail spur, for whatever reason. Electric was carrying a blue gym bag in one hand and had a fully loaded MAC-10 under his leather jacket....just in case. Ric's guys never bothered to search him, they just... took him honestly he supposed....dumbass flunkies.
One of those flunkies was there to meet him. Some cheap ass, gothic, mafia wannabe reject or something. They were always pale and kind of..absent, and they practically groveled in front of Ric, not that Electric would blow off someone like Ric either, but Electric wasn't going to kiss anyone's ass. The wannabe Led Electric around a bit before wandering up to the rail car and tugging the sliding door open. Electric set the bag inside and pulled himself up and in. The door slid shut, but the inside was lit by a pair of battery powered lanterns. An overturned crate was set at one end, facing a card table and a folding metal chair. Ric, in all his strung out, crackhead glory, was siting in the metal chair, looking at Electric, with a thin smile on his palid face.

"Richard." he said smoothly. "Welcome and good evening to you. Right on time I see. I do so admire a man who is true to their word."

"Yeah," Electric said, sliding the bag over with his foot. "Here's this weeks payment, fourty percent of the take, $800,000 bucks. Anything else?"
Ric wasn't much to look at, to be sure, but a life on the street, gangbanging, fighting and dodging cops had taught Electric one thing, Ric was dangerous as well as creepy, and Electric didn't want to piss him off. More than that, he didn't want him to know what was really going on in his turf.

"No, no Richard. You are an netrerprising and stalward young companion. A true asset and friend...aren't you..."

"Yeah, Ric. Of course!"

"Of course... Ric said, almost purring. The hairs on the back of Electric's neck were standing now, and a thought strayed to his MAC-10. "And so the rumors that you have been dealing meth in the uptown areas, and at the university campus...and that you are holding back a bit of the money you owe me....those are all just malicious rumors...yes?"

Electric frowned, anger flashing in his eyes. "That's all bullshit! Fuckin bullshit!" He shouted, but inside, his heart skipped a beat.

"Of course it is... of course. Malicious rumors, started by your rivals no doubt." Ric soothed, his voice sounding like a forked toungue through silk. "Don't give it another thought Richard. I won't."

Ric thanked him, motioning towards the door and Electric took the offered opportunity to get out. Electric managed to keep control until he was well away, but one hand was still pressed to his coat over where his hidden weapon was. Cold sweat finally started pouring down his brow now that he was out of there, he could have sworn he was a dead man.....

Back In the rail car:

Ric made a motion with his hand and the boxcar door rolled open revealing his waiting minion. Ric reached out one hand absently and his minion placed a cell phone into it before departing to fetch his car.

Ric flipped the phone open making a sigh and he pressed buttions quickly. His bloodshot eyes followed Richard, even though he wasn't in view currently. Mortals were so....predictable. Pity that Richard had gotten greedy, he was almost worth keeping around. Almost.

"Detective Baily please." Ric said into the phone. "This is Mr. Daus.....DEtective, this is Ric. You have done well for me and so here is your reward. You were interested in the cocaine dealers at the university, yes? I can give you his address, he will be there in half an hour....No, only him, no one else......No, you may not......Take him however you wish, I don't care, but I want him removed, perminatly. You will be a hero...and you can gain revenge for your niece's overdose......yes, I thought as much....Good night detective."

He closed the phone as the car rolled up. He smirked as he handed the cell phone back over. Mortals were so predictable........

 

[Ithica]

Amelia was at her desk looking over the FBI files that had been sent her way. She was starting to believe that her perp. had progressed to a spree killer from a serial killer. A spree killer will commit multiple murders in different locations over a period of time that may vary from a few hours to several days. But a serial killer has a cooling off period where they seem to put on a mask of sanity and sometimes take years before committing another murder. But a serial killer can progress far enough that his cooling off periods get shorter until they are non-existent.

The FBI was being very cooperative with her case. Their cooperation was understandable. Her and her partner Detective Fry had been working on this case for a while before Fry went missing. They looked months for him and found nothing. One day his badge was sent to her through the mail. It was covered in his blood. Nothing could be traced from the package. The envelope came from their office. It felt like someone was messing with her. After that they found nothing; no body, no ransom, nothing, it was like he fell of the face of the planet. Amelia had been the one to tell Fry's wife, Sara, that they would have to presume he was dead. The look on Sara's face was devastating. The FBI tends to cooperate more when a cop goes missing.

The file she was looking at was about a case from another state. It contained the same m.o. of neck trauma, massive blood loss, no blood at the scene, the crime occurred late at night, and had the same bite marks and size as the ones found on the bodies here.

How long have you been at this?

she said to herself as she sat back and drank her coffee. He had to have started somewhere. The FBI profiler said that the perp.'s motivation is hedonistic. He kills for the sheer pleasure of it. He may enjoy the actual chase of hunting down a victim more than anything. Usually killers with a hedonistic motive have strong sexual aspect to the crimes. He was being categorized as organized. Meaning that he was intelligent, and hunted his victims. He may be appealing to the vic.'s sense of sympathy. He didn't do anything to the bodies after their deaths. There was nothing to link the vic.s together, which was why they were assuming that the perp. didn't know the victims. He also may know something about forensic science because he never left any evidence to lead anywhere. What also placed him as organized was that he hid the bodies of his victims well; maybe he was the one that got Fry.

She looked at her calendar. It had been six months since Fry went missing. She never had to prove herself to him. She was a good cop and got top marks in her class but she still had to prove that she didn’t get in just because she was a woman. She never had to play those games with Fry. He was so easy going and accepted her as a partner. He also helped set her up in a mentoring program with women who were detectives with years of experience. The mentoring was great and motivated her to not give up. She missed working with him. Her work kept her from having much of a social life but Fry would invite her over for dinner with Sara and the kids. She enjoyed having a good meal every couple of weeks in such a warm family setting. The kids called her Auntie Ami. Now every time she thought of them she would picture telling Sara her husband was gone and could remember Sara breaking down.

 

[Countrytwilight83]

Giddian got out of bed. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and steeped out into the crisp air of the night. He walked a block to the nearest cafe and ordered a meal. He was lucky it was a 24 hour resturant or he would have missed another meal. He looked out at the misty streets and shuddered slightly. Somthing was in the air, he could feel it. After he finished his burger, he walked outside and started to look around.

Hearing noises of a scuffle, he went into a street and saw a vampire attacking a young women. She was completly under his spell and she was standing there with a smile on her face. Giddian pulled his rifle up and aimed it for the vampires kneecap. Silently he plled the trigger and it fell. The vampire looked up through pained eyes, "Like I'd kill it!" he rasped out.

Giddian smiled, "A likley story. I bet you tell that to every slayer that comes you way. In either case you are unfit for this world. I have also grown fond of killing your kind." The vampire looked to the women and silently commanded her to walk away and foget what she had seen. Once she was gone, He go to his feet. "You kill me?" He laughed. "Your a slayer, save your time for when we arise again!" He hoped up to a fence carefull not to put much pressure on his wounded knee. Giddian aimed the gun upwards at him fireing again. The vampire went down hard. He looked up in more pain than he had been in before, "What..what is that?" He asked.

Still smiling, Giddian looked down, "What were you saying...about rising again?" He held his gun holding back on the last bullet in the clip. Tha vampire looked up through pained eyes. "You humans and those that oppse are going to die." He struggled to his feet. Giddian kicked the back of his knee making im fall ack to the pavement. "Who is going to lead you?" He asked looking straight into the vampires eyes. "Tell me or you die here and now." The vampire grinned back, "Even if I did tell you, I'd die by his hands later. So go ahead. For every one of us that falls. Another four rise." He closed his eyes as Giddian cursed. He fired straight into the vampires head and walked off. So somthing was up. but what did the blasted vampire mean "rise agian"? He bent down and checked the vampires pockets and pulled out a sheet of paper with a single address on it. The address was for a warehouse near the docks. Giddian pockted the paper and headed for his house to reload.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

Dahmnall pulled up outside the liquor store and walked in. He went over to the wall and picked out a bottle of jamesons irish whiskey, then walked over to the register, "Let me get a carton of Kool box 100's too." the asian man behind the counter handed him the carton and Dahmnall handed him a 50, "Keep the change lad" he said. "Thank you sir." the asian man said. Dahmnall filled his large flask with the whiskey, and packed a pack of smokes. he pulled out a cig, and put it in his mouth, pulled out a zippo and lit it. he put the bottle of whiskey in his saddle bag along with the carton of fugs. he took a swig from his flask. "Hello bloodsuckers" he turned around to see three vampires approaching him. "Well if it isnt the hunter" the leader said. "how good to see you" Dahmnall took a long drag and blew the smoke in the vamps face "Pleasures mine vampy. So you three in a hurry to die?" one of the vampires roared and a bolt of energy shot towards dahmnall, he sidestepped it and in one move pulled up his slugthrower and fired catching the offending vamp in the heart, the leader lunged forward, but Dahmnall caught him in the chest with his boot and held him to the ground as he put his sword through him, the last vamp turned and ran but, as he was trying to run, Dahmnall pulled the axe from his belt and threw it, hitting the vampire in the back. He ran over and pulled his axe out and turned the vamp over, Dahmnall took another long drag, "In nomine patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti" dahmnall spoke the familiar words "I commit your spirit to the judgment of the lord. May God have mercy on your soul." Dahmnall made the sign of the cross and drove his sword into the vamps heart. He ran all the vamps pockets found cash, and a piece of paper in the leaders with an address down at the docks. He lit a fresh smoke, took a big gulp from his flask then started his motocycle and drove to the docks.

 

[GuyValentine]

Gabriel had been tracking the group of Miyu, Zeke, and Alaric for several days. He had several chances to kill them all in their sleep, just rip out their throats and feast on their blood, but he passed. As much as Gabriel loathed himself for it, he needed these.....people. It wasn't an easy task though, following this fellowship, so many factors were a hindrance, daylight, Alaric's keen tracking abilities, and so much more.

Gabriel had spent the day in an abandoned barn, he sneered at the smelly creatures that he was sharing the building with. They disgusted him, rolling in their own filth, having nothing to do but mate, eat and sleep. Gabriel shook his head, and pulled his black coat back on before stepping out into the cool night air. The sun had gone down a few minutes ago and it ws time for Gabriel to play catch up.

He spent the next few hours smelling the air, observing the tracks on the earth, following his prey. Gabriel eventually found them sitting around, discussing about going hunting. Gabriel kept a safe distance away, under the cover of shadows, waiting for the ideal time to make his move.

 

[Ithica]

There were never any signs of struggle from the victims. And besides the bite marks the only other marks found were bruises from where the perpetrator held on to the victims. Amelia looked up and saw Detective Baily talking on the phone. It was getting late and she had been working late since she started working on this case. She decided that since it was her sister Elizabeth's birthday tonight, she would leave work early enough to get there in time and still swing by the church. She put her Glock 23c in the holster at her hip, put her badge in her pocket and put her jacket on. As she walked out to her car her cell phone started ringing.

Detective Callahan.

Hi Ami, it's Liz.

Is everything ok?

Yup, I just wanted to remind you about my birthday party tonight at the Purple Dragon.

I just left work now, honey. I'm stopping by at the church then I'll be there.

That bad of a day, well, say hi to Father Patrick for me. Do you want me to wait for you or meet you at the bar?

I may be late, but I'll meet you there. Please go in a group and bring your pepper spray, bye.

Amelia pulled up to the church and walked in. She crossed herself and took a seat. Amelia enjoyed being in the church and found it relaxing. The building was beautiful and she had been going there for years. It beat going home to cry in the shower. She looked up and watched a very muscular man in a trench coat walk out of confession. He was Father Patrick's nephew. She had seen his motorcycle outside so she wasn't surprised to see him. When she was a teenager, she and her sister would giggle trying to guess what the cuter younger boy would have to confess about. She thought it was just a phase when Dahmnall turned darker and less approachable, but when he left adolescence and entered adulthood he never seemed to shake the dark and brooding thing. Not that tall, dark, and broody wasn’t working for him but he got stranger after he lost his father and brother. His father, Conor, had been killed but she never found out how. His brother went missing without a trace, just like Fry. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She heard footsteps approaching and looked up as Dahmnall walked out the door.

 

[caela]

Dria

Growing bored of the dance floor at last she wove her way off it and up to the bar where she told the bartender to surprise her with something fruity to drink. A bright smile and a few words and the drink was free, of course that could have been because one of the regular bartenders told him she was a regular and her drinks were always on the house but from the bright and shiny look on his face, the way her thanks seemed to please him, she suspected otherwise.

Sliding off through the crowd she chuckled softly at herself. She moved as if she were going to hide in the shadows but dressed as she was stealth was really not an option tonight. Not that it ever really was. She prefered color to black and the shadows had little appeal for her. She lived her life in the open and without shame.

Of course the fact that she never killed her prey helped her ability to do that. Few slayers came this way, why would they when there were no bodies to draw them. And she protected her hunting grounds. Those clubs she frequented didn't have the drug and gangster problems that many of the others did becase she kept them out. None of them were sure who it was that kept them away from a few select clubs but if one of them was caught bringing drugs into her hunting grounds they were often found dead the next morning, necks broken and the merchandise they'd been trying to sell stuffed in their mouths and a note telling them which bars to stay away from.

Needless to say the police were never called about these deaths. The criminal element didn't want the cops being drawn into their world and since they couldn't find her to take her out she'd had her clubs cleaned out in a few short weeks and never felt guilty for it. She saw no shame in killing those that would poison her prey and she never fed of them.

Shaking her head she wondered what had made her thoughts turn to such a morbid bent. She hadn't needed to do such a thing in months. Word had gotten out which bars were to stay clean and she no longer had any problems. Perhaps it was just her innate need to hunt and kill. She was a predator after all even if she contented herself with only feeding.

Maybe it was time for a new city. A new challenge. Something different.

Sipping her drink she watched the bar quietly from a corner table. All these warm supple bodies moving together. Some just out to have fun with friends, others seeking their perfect mate, and still others simply seeking a new conquest. None of them aware of the predator in their midst or that she'd already fed from willing throats.

How would they react, she wondered, if they knew that a vampire lurked in their midst? Not some hollywood creation but the real thing?

It really was time to move on soon. When she started wanting to reveal herself to those around her she knew it was time to seek new territory. With the decision made she smiled to herself and her evening suddenly brightened once more her morbid thoughts evaporating. Tonight would be her last night at the Purple Dragon, perhaps the gods would send her something interesting to entertain her.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Cecillia walked into the club with an air of excitement. She could smell blood on the air. She knew someone was in here and had fed. Recently. She sauntered up to the bar. She made eye contact with a few people and listened to the beat of the music letting it intoxicate her senses. Her white shirt was tight against her body as sweat began to form. She would have to feed soon.

Searching the floor her eyes settled on a young male. She smiled. He had been marked already by another. This would be the one. He was indeed strong. Smiling, she pulled the pin from her long red hair and made her way across the floor where he was. The game was definately afoot.

 

[Mantra]

A dockside warehouse....

The Mercadies rolled to a stop, briefly, letting the first of two men out. Both kept sharp eyes out, combing their surroundings before one of them opened the back door, letting a third figure out. In the waking world, he was known as Ric, but he had several names, several idenities through the years. Those in the darker parts of life, and undeath, knew him better as Dracius, others still, only knew him as 'Master'.

The three were not alone. In fact, there were many of the undead gathered here, some six or ten to be specific along with their mortal lackies and slaves. Still, there was only one here whom Dracius cared to even speak with, all other vampires were unworthy of his time and all knew better than to challenge him or even meet his gaze. The trio swept in, through the workers and past their security men, up the stairs to the offices in the back, past the manager's offices until there was only one office remaining.
Austin was a vampire and had been for several years. More powerful than many, he had been made by the fangs of Dracius himself and placed in charge of the whole operation as his master had laid out for him. Still, even with all of his power and influence, he was nervous. Master Dracius was coming, and that was always...tense.
He suddenly sat bolt upright, a cold chill running up his spine and into his brain. He was here...... The door opened without a touch, and the three entered. Behind them the door closed again silently. Without a word, Dracius sat in the chair directly in front of Austin with his two escorts standing to the left and right just behind him. Austin came around his desk, kneeling down as Dracius sat.

"Master Dracius, what a pleasure it is -"

With a thought, Austin fell silent. Actually, he felt his throat constrict, preventing him from speaking further. Dracius wasn't pleased...not good.

"Business first, Austin. Rise, sit and tell me of your work."

Austin did as he was told and felt the pressure on his throat ease. "Of course Master. Well, our efforts have gone well. Our gangland control is nearly complete, so we are now in almost total control of narcotics , extortion, fraud and racketeering. Profits are up and so is distribution. On our legitimate side, the stock market investments are on the rise and we continue to purchase favortism with the local and state wide political mortal world. We also are doing very well with the local dockworkers union as well as the Teamsters labor union."

Dracius made a slight motion with one finger and the escort to the left stepped forward, setting a laptop computer on the desk. He opened it quickly, typing out a series of commands and entries before turning it around to Austin. It was set to an online banking transfer company and Austin obediently typed in a series of bank accounts, transferring money from several small accounts to the ones indicated by Dracius. In a few moments, it was done and his master was much wealither. Austin hoped that would make his master happy.....hopefully.

"Good Austin. A pity however, that your leadership skills are not up to par with your business skills." Dracius said. The displeasure in his voice apparent.

Shit. It didn't. "Master Dracius, what do you mean? Have I not-" Austin began, but was cut off.

"You have not. Money is but a single piece of the game, and a small piece at that. How many vampires in your packs have been destroyed this week alone?"

"Well Master, there have been complic-"

Another gesture by Dracius and the escort on the left spoke up, interupting Austin. "Nine. Four in the last two nights alone."

"Nine." Dracius repeated. "And you have not kept control of your street lackies as I have commanded. The mortals do love their vices and narcotic poisons, but too much too quickly."

"Master, you yourself told me to explore new markets to exploit and to start selling on the university campus. As to the deaths, surely the loss of a few minor vampires is not a problem in your plan-"

"The problem, is that I have created a fool who is unworthy of my gifts. One who has moved beyond his bounds of control and one who reaches farther than he can see. I am disappointed with your use of my gifts, Austin..."

"Master," Austin began, feeling the first pangs of fear. "I have made you an army-"

"You have made a pack of fools, who in turn have made a gaggle of bumkins, who have taken upon themselves to create a horde of idiots! Whelps and stooges who cannot control their most basic urges, who cannot fathom the power they have and cannot harness it effectivly. They are worse than useless!" Dracius never raised his voice nor even stirred in his chair, but the ire and displeasure swarmed into Austin's mind, swirling and tumbling, like a ball of razor blades. Austin sank to his knees, his hands clutching his head. Outside the office, many of the other vampires suffered similarlly as they all felt the Master's displeasure flow over them.
"They are a hinderence to me." Dracuis finished. The pain was suddenly gone and Austin slowly pulled himself back into his chair, snuffing loudly at the blood which was dripping from his nose. "You have alerted the hunters to our presence and you have made the mortals suspicious of recent events. Your people are undiciplined and must learn humility. I decree that none may use their powers for seven nights time. None at all, not to hunt or even to protect themselves. "
"You have made me alot of wealth and influence, yes. For that I will not kill you...this time, but you have not done well in my stead. Clean up your actions and move your operations. Tonight. Start by purging your computer files and phone records."

Dracius stood, looking down at Austin. "I expect better from you Austin. Much better."

"Yes Master." Austin said meekly, and imeadiatly began deleting computer files.

The trio left in the same fashion as when they arrived. Finally Dracius climbed into the back of the mercadies and they started out. Once they were back on the street and away, he smiled. He flipped open a cell phone and quickly made a call.
"It is ready. Alert the Watchers."
He hung up, still smiling. Chess was such an amusing game, and vampire chess was sooo much more entertaining.

 

[caela]

Dria

Watching the people coming and going from the club a smile was playing across her lips until a new scent reached her. Her brow furrowed, what she smelled didn't make sense. It smelled like a vampire wrapped around a human but there was only enough scent for one person. Something was off.

Downing her drink she rose from her table and was glad suddenly that there were no physical marks on any of her victims, she healed them well. If a human were simply looking for the mark of her kind they wouldn't find it but one of her own would be able to smell the blood loss that marked her victims.

There! She identified the scent and was surprised to see a tall slip of a woman who appeared to be stalking a young man that Dria had already fed from. Damnit did the woman not know better! Her scent still didn't make sense to Dria but she wasn't going to let this woman make the slayers aware of this portion of the city. At least not tonight.

Tomorrow the fool could do as she wished.

Snaking her way through the bar she came up behind the other woman and wrapped an arm around her waist, her body swaying with the girls as if dancing with her while she hissed in her ear, "If you can heal the marks there's plenty of fresh meat in here but leave the ones that have already been fed off of alone and don't you dare kill those you feed off of.

This is my hunting ground and I'll share but not with a fool."

 

[Donsehan]

Alaric

The night was warm and for now it was quite quiet, the sound of animals quieted down. I walked out and led the way, opening my senses to find the vampires. There was something wrong, the animals were a bit too quiet, and so I closed my eyes and put a hand up, my other hand going to my gun "seems like there's one nearby" I said softly, barely a whisper. Pulling the gun out, I pulled out the second one, and looked around, checking behind to make sure they were behind me . . . I knew it was kind of ridiculous, considering I could sense vampires and knew that the one that was nearby was in front of me and not behind me. That didn't stop my paranoia from keeping my eyes constantly foreward.

 

[poohlive]

Zeke wished he could feel what Aleric felt. He would always do that, just spread his arms and close his eyes, and then the world of vampires flooded through him. He knew where the next one to kill would be. If Zeke could do that, perhaps he could be in the front, taking the blunt of the damage for everyone else.

Aleric deserved that much from him.

Instead, he just followed Aleric, pausing only a moment to see Miyu behind them. She had been quiet this evening, he wondered if her sleep was troubling or not. He might be able to brew her something helpful, if she were not a vampire. Unfortunately, he knew so little about the anatomy of her, he could not do much when she really needed help.

Some days Zeke felt so useless in the party, only a willing blade and nothing more.

In that, he gave Miyu a wink, "Come on slow poke. By the time you get there we'll have killed it already."

 

[Countrytwilight83]

Miyu smiled, "You'd leave me out of the fun huh?" She joked. She stepped up and pulled out her Kitana. She was relying on it more latly. True it didn't aways have the acuracy as her battle spheres, but it attracted far less attention to the surrounding area.

She had tried to keep up with Zeke and Alaric, but her mind was elsewhere and it obviously had showed as she was trailing behind them. The hunts they went on latly seemed more and more frequent. There had also been small reports of vampires attacked, tortured and then killed. Normally it didn't bother her, but why where they tortured first?

She shook the thought from her head and walked up beside Zeke. "Think we will find more than one tonight?" She asked. She looked up at Alaric and gaiged his actions. Something was near or else he would not be looking around the area the way he was now. Her hand tightend on the hilt of her blade.

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Giddian had walked quickly to get to his house. He neared the last corner and looked up. The night was still young and he knew that it would be smarter to grab more clips for his rifle and to pick up a small cross necklace. Never take chances. He thought to himself. He stopped at the door and paused listening to make sure he had not been followed.

Satisfied, he unlocked his door and walked in to the familar sight of his living room. The coffee table in front of the couch always had a box or two of his bullets that he made. Ones that were not complete he kept in the closet till he could find the time to add the holy water to the tip. Right now his closet was full of bullets like this since it was getting harder to find a priest to bless the water he used.

He mused over the thought of getting a small degree calling him a priest, but tthought aginst it as there was a chance it might not work. A true certified preist was the only one he would ever trust to bless the water. Sighing he sat on the couch fo a moment. He pulled the paper from his pocket and looked at it. Written in a scrawled message as if it had ben written fast was a location and three names.

He didn't recognize the names, but knew the location all to well. He had been there before. It would be amusing if he found old aquantices there. He layed the paper on the table while he reloaded his rifle. Once loaded, he grabbed the remaining bullets and placed them in various pockets for easy acess. He kept the buttons on them open in case there was great need to grab one out. It had happened before and he had almost lost a battle because he had not thought to keep his weaponry in an acssiable spot.

He cursed the old memory. He would not let that happen again. Satisfied with his work he headed back to his bedroom and paused at the closet looking in. Various small boxes with names enscribed on them hung on the walls. He grinned looking at each one. each one a victorious battle. Each one held a trophy. Fangs. Hard to get, but worth it. He knew it shamed the vampire that lost them. Even after they lost them, they would either die by starvation, or his hands. He never let them go by starvation though, that would be showing sympathy in having taken their fangs. Instead he humilated them then killed them.

Taking a breath, he pulled down an empty box just in case and placed it in a small pocket on his outfit before walking abck to the living room. He reached over on the table and grabbed the slip of paper. He would empty the ware house then leave it there as a taunt. Let them know he was watching, let them know he was not giving up no matter what. He walked back outside into the crisp night air and locked his front door. Thinking of how far it would be, he walked over to a payphone and called for a cab. Better save his energy for when he needed it. It would not do good to show up out of breth for having walked there.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

Dahmnall pulled up to the docks. He lit another cig and took a big swig of whiskey. He looked around, feeling for vampires in the area. sensing something, he slammed a fresh clip into his slugthrower and checked his other weapons. He stalked off toward a warehouse, gun up, ready for anything. With one half of his mind tracking the other half started thinking about life. He had seen Detective Callahan at the church they grew up in as he left confession. He remembered back when he was younger, before his father was killed and before Seamus disappeared, when he and Seamus used to talk in jest about what they'd like to do with Amelia and her sister Elizabeth. He missed his brother. He fought back feelings of grief for his brother and romance toward Callahan. She'd never noticed him anyway, even with the light irish brogue he had inherited from being born of irish immigrants and raised in an irish neighborhood. 'o well' he thought.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Turning slightly, Cecillia looked into the eyes of the one behind her.

"You take me for a fool? It is but a taste that I want nothing more. Why must it always be that way with you fools?" she asked laughingly.

Cecillia saw the uncertainty in the womans face. She knew what she was. Could she read her mind also and see her truth hidden deep within her? Could she possibly be able to see that Cecillia could not control whom she killed nor when? Again laughing, she faced her in truth and spoke once more.

"You have had your fun, now back away and I shall have mine. Or if you like, you shall be my fun" and with that she ran her finger down the others cheek.