World of Darkness: Liberation

[Valdimer]

The music of Rammstien played loudly over the speakers. Hands raised, bodies moved, sweat poured. The club was overly active this night, more so than on other nights. Lights flickered, flashing with the pounding of the music. And in the midst...in the sea of vampires, humans, mages, and even lupines, walked a man. The crowd seemed to part for him as he moved, his body swaying gracefully, moving dominantly through the crowd. His long dark brown hair hung low, his expression one of determination. His crimson colored shirt glowed in the lights of his club, clinging tightly to his body.


His club. He smiled as he thought that. How long it had been since his senses were overwhelmed with the sounds, smells, and tastes of this life. This life which he had neglected, in search of...lust. But that was over now...in the past. Those he had sought after either thought him dead...or vansished. Either way, it brought a smile to his face. "One day Nezric....one day." he said, reliving the memories of his last three years. As the crowd parted, he made his way behind the bar, surveying everything. Smiling again to himself, he turned the knob of a door, almost invisible to those who didnt look closely enough. Walking into a very well lit hallway, he moved swiftly. Two men stood at the end of this short hallway, standing guard on either side of a simple door. Motioning his hand, they moved, the door swinging open. The bass could still be heard, rather clearly, in this now small room. And in this room, hung a bloody mess. Of course it could be called a man...but from the way it looked, it looked more like an accident victim than anything else. Closing the door behind him, he smiled again. The blood soaked head moved slightly, raising it's eyes to meet it's captour. "I see you're still alive." the man said, folding his arms. A few mutters came out, but nothing more, save for more blood spilling on the ground, from the mouth of the hanging vampire. Moving slowly, the man came closer to his captive. "You see, Domitri, this is what happens when you cross me. I spared your life in the pit, only because I wanted to you to see who it was that was going to kill you...who it was that had figured you out...long before you even knew it. I wanted you to see my face one last time...and speak the name of your slaughterer." Making a full circle around the man, he finally came face to face with him, resting his hands on his knees as he bent down to look at this blood covered man, on last time. "Va...Valdimer." Domitri said, his head dropping back down. "Exactly." Valdimer said, gripping Domitri's own head by the hair, jerking him back up. "I trusted you...with my life." he said, as he reached for his two handed sword. Holding it in his one, powerful hand, he made a clean swipe. The body slumped, and jerked a few times, before hanging loosely in the chains. The head still in his hands, Valdimer raised it to his eye level. "James is next." he said, letting the head fall to the floor...a sickening thud echoing in the small room...........

 

[starkweather]

Starkweather

He rode into New York on his Harley, as he did everytime he entred the city ruled by his arch rival Valdimer. the night was cool and the breeze blowing a little, it was late evening, buta s before the ciyt never slept.
However, unlike the pervious times he visted The Big Apple, he had a purpose; a goal, which tool him a while to discover. He turned his bike down the familler rode... the rode that lead to the club... the club owned by Valdimer. This was not going to be a social call, oh no this was business. Stark had a mission now, a mission he planned to carry out. But first he needed to know who the players were, and if they whould participate in his little game.
As Stark pulled up to the club he pulled off and parked his bike, as he got off he checked his weapons
Big Bowie knife
45 caliber pistol
stakes, for vampires
extra ammo
These were all he needed, until he knew more about the players, he approoched the club, dressed as a biker from hell!!!

 

[Guest]

Alexis

She swayed to the music, letting the rhythm take over her body; her hips swaying with each beat of the drum. This was her element. She didn't need her parents...she didn't need anyone to tell her what to do. All she needed was music, alcohol, and a good time.

And men. There never seemed to be a shortage of them here. A smile lit up her face as she moved her body closer to her current dance partner. The flashing lights reflected off of him. “Sure he’s a little on the pale side,” She said to herself. “But he’s an awesome dancer.” All too soon, the song ended.

“I don’t know about you,” She said to him as she walked away. “But I could use a drink.” Without waiting for him to follow…she headed to the bar.

 

[spiritual_love]

Dallas

OOC: I changed usernames recently, posted the character bio for Dallas. Glad the thread is up and rolling!

IC:

Dallas moved back and forth behind the bar unable to remain still. Her leather heeled boots clicked sharply with each step, though the noise was muffled with the sound of the blaring music. Her curvaceous body was poured into a pair of low, low riding jeans, clasping several inches below her diamond pierced navel. She closed her eyes for a moment. Feeling the beat of the music, she can't help but smile. Lifting her arms above her head she swings her hips from side to side, taking a few seconds to actually enjoy the mood in the club.

"Ms? Ms???? Can I get a screwdriver??"

Dallas stops dancing and looks to the young guy asking for the drink. Scowling as he so rudely disturbs her little dance session.

"I suppose you can. What do I get for it?" she speaks sweetly, though her eyes cast a hardened gaze upon him.

"Get??" He blushes as Dallas leans over the bartop, his eyes resting upon the black lace top revealing the pierce nipples within. She looks clearly down at his pants hidden cock.

"Not much....I see." she laughs as the guy reddens even more. She prepares his drink and drops it on the countertop, slipping the his payment into the register as she winks. "Have fun, darling." she coos sarcastically.

Turning her back for a moment, she leans against the bar, looking at her reflection in the mirrors. Lifting her hands she quickly arranges her hair, then smoothing the black lace top just barely covering her bare breasts beneath. Smirking as she watches the other occupants of the club, hoping something exciting goes down soon. It's been much too quiet around here as of late.

 

[Valdimer]

James B. Picard



He could smell the dirt...the sweat pouring out of his body. He could see the mangled form of both the vampire Broc and the werewolf Simon strewn about the ground. His own clothing was covered in blood, some of his own, some from other people. Resting on one knee, he panted, trying to get breath into his lungs again, as his watered eyes looked up, to see the face of this...this slayer.


Valdimer.


Looking to his left, he could see the source of all his determination, the source of all that he was. And it was Ivory. Clutching thier son tightly in her arms, thier creation from a wonderful night, the year before, he smiled. Turning his head back to Valdimer, he could see him now ingaged in a sword fight with another vapmire. Nezric. "Time to end this." James said, pushing himself to his feet, and moving toward the dueling vampires. Raising his hands, his magic went to work, buckling the ground beneath him and the two vampires....


And that's when James woke. His breathing fast, his body covered in sweat, he wiped his face. He looked around the dark room, the only source of light coming from the moon, shining into the bedroom. The sheet resting his his lap, his shirtless chest still rose and fell rapidly, taking in as much air as he could. Looking to the far end of the room, he eased somewhat, his eyes resting on his child. "T.J." he said, letting the name ring on his tongue for a moment. Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, he stared at the ceiling for a moment, remembering his most recent nightmare. "Valdimer." he said, softly, the name stinging him. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind as best he could, he rolled to his side, and stared, lovingly, at the woman sleeping beside him. Lightly brushing her blonde hair from her face, he smiled. Letting his fingers run down her arm, he let out a soft sigh, as he watched her sleep. "My love..." he whispered, as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips.......

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer Elsworth



The near invisible door opened, as Valdimer brought himself back into the energetic club. The sounds of Powerman 5000 blasted now, as he watched, from behind the bar, the lights flashing quickly, moving along the crowd. Closing the door tightly behind him, he reached for a small wash cloth, and proceeded to wipe his hands clean of Domirti's blood. Looking up as he washed his hands, he watched the crowd sway, and move to the music. Bodies grinded close together, others danced by themselves. His eyes caught a few people moving close to the bar, as he turned the warm water off. Drying his hands off now, he surveyed the area behind the bar. His eyes resting on his newest employee, he moved toward her. "Dallas, I presume?" he said, not extending his hand, but giving an approving nod as he looked her over. Turning his gaze to the man she had just served, his eyes narrowed, and his lip curled a bit, as his domination came into effect. "Move." he said, and the man did, quickly. Turning his attention back to Dallas, he said, in a more proffesional voice. "I see the night has been busy for you so far." His eyes scanned the crowd from time to time, noting the new arrivals at the bar top...the blonde coming from the dance floor, a vampire quick behind her heels, the rather grough looking fellow, dressed like an extra from a Hell's Angel's documentary. "Definatly a busy night." he said, his eyes moving back to Dallas again........

 

[Guest]

Alexis

She walked with a purpose. No longer caring if the guy behind her even followed. Her throat was dry and a nice cold drink would take care of that...then she could go back to her 'man hunt' as she liked to call it. After all, the bills didn't pay themselves...and her last sugar daddy had walked out on her the night before.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the man at the bar until she brushed against him. "Sorry. Wasn't paying attention." Then her eyes met his. Something in them scared her....but drew her in at the same time. She couldn't break the gaze, even as the guy she was dancing with tapped her on the arm.

 

[Guest]

Ivory

Her eyes fluttered open. Smiling as she kissed him back. "Good morning." She said as she stretched then wrapped her arms around his neck. It was then that she noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead.

She knew he had experienced the dream again. A sigh escaped her lips as she touched his face.

"The dream again?" It was more of a statement than a question. She knew the dreams almost as well as he did, dreams about that night not so long ago when Valdimer had come for them; when they had lost so many of their friends to the destructive path that he brought with him.

Ivory sat up, and slipped into his arms. "There is nothing we could do. There is nothing we could've done." She tilted her face up to his. "How could we have known that India would save him?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Dallas



Dallas observed him as he stood behind the bar scanning his business in action. She had nearly burst out laughing as he had ordered the guy from earlier to move and he scurried away like a frightened mouse. She rolled her eyes briefly at the weak man. Shaking her head, such a waste.

"I see the night has been busy for you so far."

"It hasn't been too busy, but just enough to keep a girl busy...Sir."

She brushes her back from her shoulders, the long ebony locks streaks with vivid crimson tresses reaching towards her lower back in luxurious waves. Her green eyes follow his as they assess the arriving patrons.

Dallas looks at the biker dude with a curious stare, wondering how one could where all that leather. She got a sudden image of Blade within her mind. Laughing softly, she looks towards the blonde, feeling the eyes of the owner upon her.

"Definatly a busy night." he said, his eyes moving back to Dallas again.

Tipping her head as she asks the blonde chick for her order, she arches her manicured eyebrow at him curiously.

 

[Valdimer]

James B. Picard



Wrapping his arms around her, he let out his own sigh. He was shivering now, not from the dream, but more from the sweat that covered his body. "We didnt know, and we probably never will." he said, kissing her forehead. "I dont understand why though." he said, remembering the first time he had met India. "She showed distaste for him, but yet, she saved him." Wrapping his arms tighter around Ivory, he leaned his head down, placing another soft kiss on her warm lips. "At least I have you back. That's all that really matters. You and our son." Letting a smile cross his lips, he just let his eyes rest on her, on the woman he loved. The sun had not risen yet, that was still a few hours off, but it definatly was morning. "Three o'clock." he said, sighing again. Holding Ivory tightly, he slid his body back down, so she could rest her head on his chest. "God I'm glad to have you back." he said again, smiling even more........

 

[starkweather]

Stark emtred the bar and saw the target... Valdimer, he wasw standing at the bar, he seemd to be talking to a women on the other side. So stark approched him, jsut to let his old friend know he was here...

He moved through the crowd as quickley as possible,a nd then approiched the bar, but turned quickley to face Valdimer. with a grin he spoke to him " Ill have a J.D. " hopping this act whould get Vals attention... and then the fun whould begin.... waiting for Val to turn around, Stark kept his hands close to his weapons of vampiric desrtuction.

 

[Guest]

Alexis

Alexis stood there entranced by the man. So wrapped up in just looking at him, that she didn't notice the biker guy come up until he was basically right next to her. She looked him over and then decided that she would back up a few steps. This one looked mean.

Still close enough to listen in on the conversation, she leaned against the bar still running her eyes up and down the 'boss's' obviously in shape body. Oh yes, she needed a new man...and this one looked like he would suit just fine.

Something cold was resting on her half exposed shoulder. She rolled her eyes as she realized it was pale guy's hand.

"My god if you're that cold, put on a jacket or find a fucking heater." Her hand smacked off his. But it put it on her shoulder again.

She turned around and looked at him. "Listen fucker, I have no more time to waste on pathetic low lifes such as yourself. I have expensive fucking tastes and by the look of you, you couldn't afford one of them. Now fuck off...I have bigger and better prospects now."

He didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. A sound somewhat like a growl slipped past his lips...fear slipped thru her. She had never had anyone this aggressive before. Slowly, she backed away...not paying attention to who was behind her, she bumped right into the biker.

 

[starkweather]

OOC: very cool jaded, very cool

IC: stark spun around to see the women who bumped into him... she was having a converstion with another man, who looked like he ment trouble. Stark looked at the women and said, "Is this guy giving you a hard time" he said, hoping she whould say yes. this guy looked like he needed a beating. And stark wanted to beat him.

Val whould have to wait, however if she said no... the he whould return to Val.. and let the fun begin.

as he waited for the man respose his hand drew closer to his wepaon of vampric destruction.

 

[spiritual_love]

Dallas



I guess this evening will be far from boring.
The thought crosses her mind as she looks to the boss man, Vladimer. Having overheard the interesting biker guy ask for a J.D. She pauses before she speaks to either one, noticing that the comment is directed towards Vladimer.

Dallas watches the blonde with the dreadful pale guy and can't help but chuckle as she slaps his hand away. The biker guy from hell leaps into action as the young lady bumps him. Dallas leans back, crossing her legs, hands upon her voluptous hips. A slow grin passes her lightly glossed lips as the biker guy rises. So a Knight in shining....well, not armor...

Dallas turns around slowly on her heeled boots, swaying as she walks towards the glasses. Her hands smoothly wrap around the tequila bottle, before she gathers the orange juice. Smirking as she pours both into a shot glass, giving it a slight stir. Tipping her head back as the glass touches her lips, taking the shot in one gulp. Laughing as she begins to relax a bit more.

Just what I need....a clit lick.

Her tongue rolls over her wet lips, gathering the last of the delicious drink. She moves along the bar helping a few patrons as they request drinks.

 

[Guest]

OOC: hey it gives us something to do while Val is MIA lol Sorry so short for this one... I am giving others a chance to interact

IC:
Alexis looked at the biker. "Oh god I am sorry for bumping into you. Mr touchy-feely won't leave me alone even tho I told him to get lost."



Mr pale guy kept advancing, the now obvious blood lust oozing from him. Hunger was his motivation, and he wanted Alexis for dinner.

 

[The_high_king]

The Violinist

He stood on the top of a tower, over looking the city. From there, he began to play a soft melody. His jacket flapping in the wind. He liked it up there, with the gentle breeze, and privacy. He played a tune that could cause a berserking werewolf to pause for minute, and find temporary peace. He could play forever, and I mean't that literally. His bow and fingers seemed to gently dance over the strings. The night was calm, the way he liked it.

 

[starkweather]

OOC: Vals MIA... agian, oh well hope he returns soon.


IC: Stark smiled, out of the corner of his eye he caught the girl behind the bar looking in this direction, then moving on to sttend to more coustomers.... the weird thing was Stark was getting the adrenline rush.. jsut as he noticed the girl was watching him.. or maybe it wasw the fight that was about to commence in a few moments, who knew. Stark didnt care, he wanted blood and was more than willing to take from this young punk.

Stark watched him avance even more and herd every word the women said about him... "Is that a fact now." Stark said " look buddy shes not intrested, leave now and I wont kill you" with a look of determination on his face Stark advanced on him. All the while keeping a eye on the women behind the bar.

 

[Guest]

Alexis

She moved as far away from the two as she could. The tension between the two men was thick...as thick as pea soup. She hadn't seen a bar fight before, so she knew this was going to get interesting...and quite possibly really damn messy.

Alexis almost felt sorry for the pale dude. The biker was obviously twice as big and had done this before. She moved back even further...soon she was standing right beside the boss man...just waiting for someone to make a move.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer



"I'll have a J.D." he heard, and his lips curled. "Wet dogs should be left outside." he said, turning his attention to Starkweather. As his head turned however, he could see what had grasped Stark's attention away from him. He watched, patiently, as Starkweather advanced on the obviously undermatched and younger vampire. Leaning against the bar, his attention turned away from the potential scuffle, as he motioned for Dallas. "My dear, " he said, leaning in close to her, his breath grazing across her neck. "A drink for me and the lady." he said, motioning toward the blonde, quickly pushing herself toward him. His hands went gently around her arms, as if catching her from going backward any further. "It's alright. I'm sure neither of these two will bother you again." he said, his hands holding her in a comforting gesture. Looking to Dallas again, he smiled, as he waited for the drinks.........

 

[Guest]

India

She sipped on her wine, drinking it slowly...not really caring what the effects of anything she did had upon her undead body. As far as she was concerned, her life...or afterlife...was over. She had managed to destroy anything that she had tried so hard to create.

Nezric was missing...and no one knew what had happened to him...his body or any remaining clues had disappeared. Her heart ached over that. She had cared about him. But she cared about her own undead life more.

She stood and walked around the room, her despair evident in the state of the room. She had raged, tearing the stuffing from the blood red couch...breaking all the vase's and anything else that would give her the comforting snap that she craved.

When in reality...she wished that her hands were snapping and ripping the neck that held Valdimer's head on his shoulders.

She had saved him to save herself, and now there was nothing left to do but accept the fact that all of the people who died....were because of her.

Nezric was more than likely dead because of her. And if he wasn't actually dead...he would be once Val found him. Val could find anyone...anywhere...and when he did...they were destroyed.

She threw herself into a black chair and downed the last few drinks of wine. Her mind wandered back to the day that she had saved Val from his final doom. She had pulled him from the battle and sped off in her car...taking him to the one place he would be safe...

She had let him live.....

She had let Nezric die....

Just so Val's men wouldn't kill her.....

 

[starkweather]

Stark chouldnt hold back any longer, the tension was too thick now. with lighting quick speed Stark threw a punch into the mans face, hopping to catch him off gaurd as he did so. if he hit him it should send him to the floor and make him think twice about messing with women who bump into bikers.

 

[Guest]

The Pale Guy

A growl burst through from his lips as he lunged at the biker. One meal was just as good as any other. His lips parted and his vampyric teeth shown to all who cared to see.

"Come on tough guy. I haven't eaten in days."

 

[Psycho_64]

Psycho

Slowly opening his eyes all he saw was black, it felt cold and musty. He tried to move a little and found it hard. He was weak but stronger than at least three men. He struggled a little harder and his enclosing moved. He shoved hard and broke through this hard shell. Something flowed in fast, and soon he was almost back where he started. Getting quite pissed he used all his strength to push himself upward. It took him quite some time to begin to see a little light. Something inside him told him not to go up for it might hurt him but he continued anyway.

Breaking through the top he could see that it was indeed a hanging lamp in what appeared to be a cemetery. His mind was fuzzy and he really had no clue what he was doing here. The sound of almost two pieces of metal rang throughout his mind. He saw quick flashes of one man fighting another, defeating him then fighting another like he was some gladiator. Then he saw himself fighting the man and being hit hard several times. Then blackness.

Now he was here in a cemetery with no real memory. He looked at his clothes, cut up and bloody. Maybe there was some clue in his "coffin". He began to dig, and dig, and dig. Then he reached his goal. There was nothing else in his former tomb, except something caught his eye. Something small and furry. He reached down to grab it and pull it up toward him.

It was a small teddy bear that had seen better days. It was stitched together and looked like it had been beaten several times, lit ablaze, blown up, and torn asunder several times. It was strange but all that could come to mind was the word "Fangy".

After that he just wandered figuring that he would find something much more fun than digging in dirt and playing in cemeteries...

 

[The_high_king]

The Violinist

Somebody was coming, but he didn't care. He continued to play his piece, when a goblin suddenly dashed up the tower with the intention to kill. He didn't pay much attention to him. Then he jumped him, his little blade was outstrethced ready to lop off his head. He bent back, the tip of the blade missed him by inches. Looking at his ears, he could tell that he had none. He was completely deaf, and his music greatly disturbed him. He suddenly played a low G, the sound made impact with his chest. The impact knocked him several feet away, before he plummeted to the ground. The deaf goblin landed with a sickening thud. "What a poor creature", were the only words that came from his mouth. Then, he played on, starting his piece over again.

 

[spiritual_love]

Dallas


"My dear, " he said, leaning in close to her, his breath grazing across her neck. "A drink for me and the lady." he said, motioning toward the blonde, quickly pushing herself toward him.

Dallas's eyes glimmer darkly as she feels the slow brush of his breath grazing over her neck, just enough to cause the sweet vein etched upon her slender throat to burn as it pulses. She pushes up to her full height and smiles sweetly. Her voice rolling in a gentle purr from her luscious lips.

"Of course...Sir..."
She turns and proceeds to fix a delicious drink for the lady-a vodka sour. Expertly she mixes the vodka, lemon juice and sugar syrup till it's the proper consistency, then straining the sweet/sour mix into a whiskey glass. She pulls two cherries from the bin, placing one in the glass along with an lemon slice. Sliding it to the blonde, she grins.

"Enjoy, darlin', she says softly as the bossman holds the lady close, speaking to her, hoping she enjoys vodka.

Dallas quickly makes the second drink. A cuba libre for the proprietor of the club. She saunters across the way, gathering a glass, mixing the dark rum and cola, making sure to keep it a bit strong. Her eyes comb over him briefly, thinking he can handle it. Chuckling to herself, she garnishes it with a lime wedge and places it before him.

"Enjoy, Mr. Vladimer," her sinful smile flirts along her lips.

Dallas leans against the bar, toying with the other cherry. Drawing it back and forth along her lips, quite teasingly as she watches with interest the growing rage of the skinny dude. Her head tilts as he bares his razor sharp fangs. The light in the club glossing over them. She quickly looks to Mr. Biker, having felt his gaze upon her earlier. She sucks the cherry into her mouth wondering what he's all about.