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Depends if you are gonn abe good or not, but I also want to do my thing which I am planning...

... hmmm, perhaps it could interest you, I will PM you

Pm away. And good? Good is difficult to determine to one whose eyes are jaded by the hunting of monsters. Is it good to search for a long lost sister, to prevent a fellow from murdering innocents? All I'm saying is, you can join my growing pack, get free food, perks of the job (Strength in numbers) free dental (Always a plus) and perhaps a way to get your Rachel back.

BIC:…

Vegas looked at the still crying Rachel. She didn’t have the heart to tell her that her friend had been turned into a werewolf. So she lied. It was better this way. She looked over at Miranda and Andy pouring gasoline over the remains of the vampire. The smell of burning flesh quickly replaced the clean air. Vegas glared into the fire, hoping to burn her thoughts into the blazing fire. But they wouldn’t let go so easily. She still saw the wolf standing over her, protecting her. Miranda woke her from her dark thoughts. “We’re going to take the wounded to the hospital.” She said holstering her weapon. “You did a great job out there girl, I’m sure Colt is smiling from upstairs.” “You really think that don’t you?” Vegas let her eyes fall back on the dying fire. “We aren’t going to heaven …Miranda. We’ll go to wear the demons go. … There’s no escaping that.” Miranda looked at Vegas something had changed. And she didn’t know if it was a good thing. “We’ll if you ever decide to join, the network is waiting for you.” Miranda stood up and helped Andy to carry Wendy down, leaving Vegas alone next to the ashes of what once was an enemy. Vegas watched the sky lighting up. Several fires were still going on. This was a night Empire city wouldn’t soon forget. She rubbed her tired eyes, following the scars on her face. The scars resembled her, broken but somehow … still intact. She took Dez’s crossbow from the ground. She knew what she had to do. “Holly, Dez” she whispered at the city. “I’m coming for you.” She turned around and walked into the darkness of the building. This was where she belonged.



“We go were the demons go, the endless hunt. There’s no escaping it, .... we are already dead.”

Vegas, Empire City, the eight of may…

Are you coming for them to kill them?

Or to perhaps help them in a way?

We can still be allies...

... but if you're intentions are to harm Dez, his friends will not look too kindly upon that...

... I'll give you a hint...

... they are GOOD...

Tsss, we'll see what happens in the next rp... (Vegas still doesn't know what to do, she's an emotional wreck right now. All that she knows now is that she needs to find you two.)

Hmmmm, we shall see what we shall see...

Hunters allying with Werewolves? Preposterous! Sure Nachos would have something to say about that.

ghosty wrote:Hunters allying with Werewolves? Preposterous!

Is this a subtle hint, that you're planning to do something?

Also what did you think about my awesome fictional quote

I think that ghosty wants to...

... kill you all!

I think Ghosty wants to start a guerilla warfare against all hunters, and turn them all into wolves. Starting with Andy of course.

Cannot wait to see Nachos reaction.

I'm going to wait for everyone to do their final RP's,then I've got a few write ups...mostly epilouges for this RP...but a few lead ins for the next..

@ ghosty...You do recall your Vampire brother is hiding in a closet back at his old house...just throwing it out there..

Yea, Yea sure thing, we'll do it straight away, yea we're all alive.
Suzie snapped shut the cell phone and turned to face the assembeled bikers.
Right You guys, that was our President, apparently we need to start making our own income, so me, Isaac and Vukojevic will be going to organise some gun-smuggling. We will be gone for propaly a very long time so in our answer Sergeant-at arms Griffin will lead this charter, remeber that we answer directly to the Addison Presdient as they are our sponsors still. And don;t stop recruiting, when I get back I want to see alot more members here, good luck.
Out back in the garage;
So where are we going?
I think it's Europe somewhere.
We are going o Prague, yes thats why I chose you Vuko, you came from there and you can pull your own bloody weight.
Really?!? It's been years but I'd love to go back, can I suggest we take a slight detour to Florida, I mean we can have lots of fun there and take some R+R before getting down to buisness.
NO!!!!
why not?
well a couple of years ago I went as part of a holiday, I ended up so drunk I was making fun of the exceptionally hairy hookers with bits of flesh stuff in thier teeth and now all hookers have a restraining order against me there.......
Moving on I have used some of our remaing funds to hire a plane with enough room for our bikes, and we can get past customs so we can take our M16s with us, we leave for Kladno in two hours

OOC: Thats me set up for the sequel

Ryan padded back through the quiet suburbs, moving on all fours to avoid detection in the inky black of the night. At his side moved Holly, supporting the whining form of Lisa, a bullet of Silver still wedged in her shoulder. Ryan however was going to leave it in for the time being, as a reminder that he was not pleased that she had gone wild. It pained him not to act, but until they had got to his brothers house, he could not stop. The urge to hunt and feed would grow if they stayed, and whilst they moved with purpose, thins would be ok. Seans house... he shook his head, still unbelieving of his brothers fate. Still, in a sense, his death had released him from the confines of life. His last link to the past, to what he had vowed never to do, had been broken. No longer was Ryan going to let himself wander through life, without purpose. He was stronger, tougher, more ferocious than any wolf he had met, a bi-product of pent up rage given form. No, Ryan was not going to be forgotten. Ryan was going to lead, lead a pack of wolves across the world if necessary, to escape the prejudices of people. If it meant murdering innocents once a month on the way, Ryan realised he cared very little. His thoughts next turned to Holly, who had remained pensive ever since they had made good their escape. She had finally found her sister. But he knew it wouldn't work out. It couldn't. Holly was a werewolf, Sky was a Hunter. Sky shot AT Holly. Even so, he still pondered as to what would happen. She had finally found her sister, but to discover that she saw her kind as an abomination. Seans house came up ahead, its door ajar, and the lights off. Ryan couldn't imagine why he believed they'd be on, no one lived there. They bundled inside, changing back in the darkness, not wanting to witness each others horrific morphing, before he switched the lights on. Ryan now stood amongst them openly naked, but no longer did he feel ashamed or awkward. He stood tall and proud, muscles glistening with sweat. Holly too was finally coming to terms, in a grim resigned way, that she was going to have to get used to being naked for most of her life, and tried to stand with as much nonchalance as she could muster, ending up leaning exaggeratedly upon a chest of drawers. Lisa on the other hand, had taken to staring, with marvel at her arm, almost oblivious that she was naked. The onl action was to cover her vagina with a cupped hand, in defence against prying eyes.

"It used to be broken, and yet... how has this happened?" She said, still fixated upon her fully healed arm.

"It happens when your one of us. Welcome to the family. Now we gotta get that Bullet out of your shoulder, and fast."

Lisa looked up at him, for the first time since the change. She was struck by his piercing eyes, changed. They seemed to command authority, where they previously hadn't. She nodded, and followed him through the wreckage of the house. Obviously, no one had cleaned up since the fight with the hunters. Had he been more aware of his surroundings, Ryan may have noticed a bloody hand print on the wall, the scratches on the wall, maybe, had he been truly alert, he would have noticed the feint smell pervading from upstairs. But as it was, the memories of his brother, and the task at hand prevented him from noticing anything of worth. Lisa sat down facing away from him, revealing the bullet entry wound in the shoulder, and, just visible, the base of the bullet.

"Huh."

Lisa frowned. "What is it?"

"Well, either your shoulder is flashing like a traffic light, or I do believe we've fallen for the same trick twice."

With a sharp yank, a small flashing transmitter was pulled from the wound, it's dull light pinging away.

"Sonofa - "

Things became clear to him. Sky had shot at Holly not to kill, but to track. Find her little sister. But she had missed, and now Ryan was holding the fate of two sisters in his bloody hand. Give it to Holly, and wait for Vegas to show up, see the reunion, see him lose grip on Holly? Or keep it hidden, make sure Holly didn't discover the truth...

Ryan closed his palm, and turned to look around the room.

"Holly, we're leaving. Get Lisa up on her feet, and if worse comes to worse, get her some clothes if you have to. I have something I need to do first."

Holly nodded, and picked her way through the clothes lying discarded on the floor of the spare bedroom. A small smile slid across her face as she picked up her old Waitress uniform, laying screwed into a ball on the sofa. It'd do. She walked back into the living room, and handed it wordlessly to Lisa, who simply got changed quickly and quietly. That same look thatw as in Ryans eyes was in Hollies. Lisa felt compelled to do as they said.

The two females left the house quietly, giving Ryan time for what the thought was grief. What he did instead was quite different. With a blood smeared ahdn he wrote upon the bare wall, just above the spot where poor Kara had met her end.

'Nice try. She's mine.' With that, he dropped the transmitter to the floor, and turned to leave. But something caught his smell. The same smell he had detected for the last couple of days in Empire. Vampire. Ryan stiffened, and realised,grimly, he was not alone in the room. A dishevelled creature was stooped, but standing in the threshold. The urge to transform and murder it was held in check by simply who it was.

"Sean..." Ryan said softly, staring with disbelief. His brother, and it was his brother, was a changed man. Smeared with blood, haunted eyes lurking in hollow sockets, predominately sharp canines visible. He was too far gone, and Ryan knew it. He should be dead, it was better off if he were. But at the same time, Sean was holding a picture in his hand. The glass was cracked in places, and dried gore obscured the picture, but it was clear who it was. It was him and his brother, standing side by side, laughing. It was the little things, like how he still wore socks, despite how he had changed. It was the way his shirt was partially tucked in. How his vest was visible through the tears in his clothes. It was in that moment of clarity, that Ryan knew he could never kill his brother. But to release him from his curse, that, that he could do. Ryan walked forward slowly, arms spread in a calming manner. It took alot to ignore the stench, the urge to change and go for the throat, but Ryan had a lot of practice keeping the beast caged, and barely showed discomfort when he stood mere inches from the vampire. Sean had shied away from him, but stood his ground, looking up at him like a small, innocent child. How the tables had turned. With a lightly placed hand, Ryan held his brother, fighting back mixed feelings of revulsion and sorrow with equal amounts of love and good will.

"I love you." He said, closing his eyes.

"Love...you...." Hissed his brother back.

With a howl of pure agony made flesh by his brothers situation, tears bursting the banks, and pouring down his cheeks, Ryan snapped Seans neck with a single fluid motion. His brother never felt the pain, and his face, looking so innocent amongst the gore, still looked up at him with a look of happiness. It was too much. Ryan stared at his brother for several minutes, unable to move. But finally, necessity compelled him to move. The hunters could come at any minute. With a heavy heart, Ryan picked his brother up, and made his way toward the back door. It was only as he reached out to open it he noticed something on Seans arm. A name, scarred into the flesh. A self inflicted reminder of why he was a monster.

'Andy Bruss'

Ryans face barely changed, but he carried on moving, walking silently past the two women, their stares following his every move, coming to a stop at his brothers compost heap. He lay his brothers body down carefully amongst the war leaf mould, and entered the house again. He returned presently, holding a lit match, and without a second glance, he tossed it upon his brothers pyre. And with that, Ryan was gone, Lisa and Holly following at a fast speed. Revenge would be his, but, as all great things, it could wait.






Vegas peered slowly around the door of 522 Chestnut Way, he shotgun in hand. She had told no one what she was doing, but they wouldn't understand. And she knew it was her sister, it had to be. The place was deserted, but the bleeping of the transmitter could still be heard. As she entered the house, she moved slowly, and carefully through, clearing each room before moving onto the next. There was no way she would get ambushed. Not after she had been through so much. It was in the living room her trail ended. The transmitter lay discarded upon the floor, in a pool of congealing blood. What was on the wall however, grasped the attention.

In large, daubed words, was a simple, yet heart wrenching message.


Nice Try. She's mine. And tell Andy his days are numbered.

Holy feth...

That was absolutely fantastic...Looks like Ryan's not such a "nice guy" anymore...

Looking forward to seeing his progress in the sequel..

...Katz sat quietly at his desk,the message from Miranda hung glowing on the screen of his computer...
The situation in Empire City was far from stabalized,but order was being restored amongst the populace , a large number of a Lycan pack had been slain...the remaining Wolves retreating and Bruss himself had slain one of the ancient Fallen.
Katz sighed,reading further..." An expodotion onto the remains of the theater held by Pontius revealed the remaining Fallen have vacated the area...perhaps the entire city,all Larve have been destroyed...no further evidence of Vampire activity."
Katz continued to read Miranda's report...much of the following news was quite grim...several Hunters had perished in the fight...Derek Trask and James "Jimbo" Evans along with a young Hunter named Dez,among them,the man sighed again...shaking his head..in over thirty years he'd never been able to accept the deaths of Hunters easily..it was his weakness...and each life lost in the war against the unholy would forever pain him.
Miranda had requested additional forces be sent in to relive those who'd been in combat and to assist in "mopping up" any remaining " Un-Nats"...Katz had approved,sending a dozen Hunters to Empire,he also requested that Miranda and the surviving Hunters fly to New York upon Miranda's assurance that the situation in Empire was handled.

Katz rubbed his eyes,not relishing the news he'd have for them upon their arrival ...he'd recieved inteligence from within the Czech Republic ...very sketchy ...for now...a matter of a few missing children...some reports of strange goings on...an odd house...vanishing.
The old man shook his head..." Not sure...not yet...I'll wait and see..I'll make sure...before I send them...I'll make sure."
Katz closed his eyes...praying that what he was thinking...what he was feeling ..was wrong.

Wonderful, I always the epilogues to be the most gratifying part of an RP. Well done!

Andy was elated, he had managed to not only kill just a vampire, but a vampire that was probably close to 3,000 years old. He held the head up by the hair and examined it at arm's length, Andy's mouth turned upwards in a victorious smile. With a quick hand he picked up a plastic bag and dumped the head into it, tying the top of it up before looking back at the body. He searched it for anything useful and found nothing, no wallet, no papers, nothing, not even lint. Andy swore under his breath and withdrew the sword from the corpse before tossing it over the edge of the building. A wet thump resounded in the night air as it hit the cement below.

Sword sheathed and head bagged, Andy turned to Wendy who was slumped in the corner and walked over to her with a slight haste. He knelt by her and put his fingers to her neck, a faint pulse was all he needed to feel. His fingers moved as he tried to locate a pulse and after several tries he managed to find it, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he picked her up.
........

The truck rumbled towards the hospital and they could see national guardsmen subduing rioters and restoring order. The city had indeed been won by the hunters at the cost of many lives, but that was always the price. It had been the price since the first hunter put the first stake into a vampire and since the first werewolf was killed by the first silver weapon. Humans killing things that were supposed to be immortal and immune to death dying at the hands of their victims. The emergency room was packed with people suffering from superficial wounds; scrapes, cuts, bruises, etc. Fortunately they had already set up a triage in the ER and Wendy was given a priority, before they could say anything she was already being sent away for MRI scanning and within twenty minutes the results given were promising. She would make a full recovery provided she didn't do too much of anything and only some slight hassle with next of kin prevented her from leaving.

"I'm her next of kin." Andy said to the nurse who was looking over Wendy's file, "She's my wife."

"Where's her ring then?" the nurse asked, suspicious of Andy.

"She was attacked by some muggers, I guess they stole it from her before I could get to her." Andy lied with a sorrowful expression on his face, "I just wish I could've gotten home in time to stop them."

"Does she have any sort of ID?" the nurse was still hesitant about the whole situation.

"I don't know, I rushed over here with her as soon as I found her." Andy shook his head and held his hands between his legs, continuing the charade.

"What about a marriage license?" the nurse asked, "Do you have your ID on you as well?"

"Uh-huh." Andy slowly pulled out his wallet and his ID and gave it to the nurse who then entered the name into a database. A minute later and a marriage certificate with Andy and Wendy Bruss on it popped up, courtesy of the state of New York and the quick work of Miranda.
....................

"We have to go to New York." Miranda told the group as they loaded into the van, Andy helped Wendy into the truck, watching her head, "Katz recalled us and said that a mop up team was coming this way."

"We can't fly back can we?" Andy asked as he helped Wendy buckle in.

"Nope, with the riots and Wendy's condition we have a nice drive ahead of us." Miranda watched Andy check Wendy in the rearview.

"What about Vegas?" Rachel asked.

"She declined to come with us, but hopefully she'll change her mind." Miranda said.

"I heard that we're married." Wendy said quietly to Andy, the painkillers doing their work.

"Not officially, but we'll work on that later." Andy smiled as he gave her a quick kiss and shut the door for her. Andy joined Miranda in the front of the truck and it roared into life as the ignition turned.

Soon Wendy was asleep thanks to the painkillers and Rachel had quietly wept herself to sleep, leaving Andy and Miranda awake.

"What about Dez?" Miranda asked Andy, "He was turned you know."

"I know." Andy looked out of the window, "I trust that he'll turn himself in to the Network, poor kid. I don't want to hunt him down because he deserves better than that, and I don't want him to die as a wolf either because it wouldn't be right."

"You want him to die as a human right?" Miranda asked.

"Yep, its the least we could do for him." Andy nodded.

"Could let him live." Miranda added.

"If there was a way we could do it without him going bat gak crazy every full moon sure." Andy shrugged, "But I don't think we can, its not like we could put him in a..." Andy trailed off in thought.

"In a what?" Miranda asked.

"I was thinking about a cage, with silver bars or something. Or a padded room like in an asylum." Andy shook his head, "But they can bust out of those things. Wishful thinking I guess."

"So you want to kill him?" Miranda pushed the issue.

"If there's no alternative." Andy turned to look at Miranda, "Did you know that I've put down six hunters, not counting Kara? Six in one city, I really don't want to do that anymore."

"How did you put down six hunters?" Miranda was honestly surprised.

"We were the final assault on this werewolf hide out some while back, there was a total of 14 of us. Six wounded, 3 dead, the rest of us, including myself, fine. After we took out the Alpha we had to deal with the hunters who were wounded, I drew the short straw." Andy stared into the glass of the windshield, "We should probably find a way to cure it."

"Wishful thinking." Miranda replied, "Until then we head to New York."

"Let's check into a hotel or something first." Andy said, "I want to wait to see if Vegas changes her mind and I want to get drunk."

"You want to celebrate?" Miranda was full of questions.

"I want to forget." Andy continued to stare out into the night.

...As sun rose into the sky,driving away the effects of the Blood Moon,Lukos entered Natasha's chambers...startled to find four Huge male Wolves standing as guards.
" My Queen.." Lukos spoke,choosing his words carefully .." If you had such..soldiers at your disposal..why did they not accompany us last night?...surely they would have been a great asset in combat."
Natasha smiled warmly..." Lukos...though you've known me for centuries...you still don't comprhend my cunning" The Wolf Queen rose from her seat.." My goal was not simply to drive the Vampires from this wretched little city..no..it was much...much more."
Lukos bowed..." I beg your pardon my Queen...I meant no insult..."
Natasha smiled again..." And there is none taken my brave and trusted one...Let me tell you now of all that I ochestrated..."
The Wolf Queen moved across the room,her voice light..." I'd long ago grown weary of Musatei and Amanda's petty aspirations...but needed a way of which to rid myself of them...the Hunters were to be that way..but..He arrived.."
" He..?" Lukas said confused..
" The one called Ryan...the Great Wolf" Natasha said with a sly smile..." And my plans altered...I knew that he would sire magnificent Pure Bloods...so...I needed Amanda...and her Pups to draw him to us.."
Lukos stared at the Wolf Queen.." And Musatei..?"
" A zealot...no vision save her own.." Natasha said..." Fourtunatly that rouge wolf Atlas finished her..and then was good enough to get himself butchered by Musatei's ...pups.."
" So you planned for Amanda to die.?" Lukos said
" Of course...her and the males..." Natasha laughed..." The female ...Candi perishing was unfortunate...she too carried a Pure Blood..but as for Amanda and her males...I'd have killed them all myself...had things not worked as they did."
Lukos ran his hands through his shaggy hair..." And..Pontius...The Fallen...we're we to defeat them?"
Natasha stared coldly at the Wolf..." We did defeat them...Pontius fled...and so have the Fallen...they're are but a handful of Vampires left in this City...and they are all fleeing."
Lukos nodded.
" We too shall depart soon.." Natasha said..." You and I...and she who carries the Pure Blood..we shall retire somewhere ...safe...until the pup is born."
" Yes my Queen.." Lukos said bowing..
" And as for retaining the city as our feeding grounds...have no fear " Natasha added..." I will leave a garrison behind to protect our...interest."
" If I may ask" Lukos said.." When shall we depart.?"
" Soon...she who carries the Pure Blood will be healed by tomorrow..." Natasha nodded..." For tonight...we shall ...order in.." a cruel smile spread across her face...her ice blue eyes burning...

Nachos, awesome.

halonachos wrote:

I thought it was an appropriate epilogue song, glad you enjoyed it.

Great work Nachos...excellent epilogue.

...Ok..I'm going to wait until tomorrow to give Kais and Silly a chance to do any final RPs they might wish to...the I'll be doing the closing epilogue...

FITZZ wrote:...Ok..I'm going to wait until tomorrow to give Kais and Silly a chance to do any final RPs they might wish to...the I'll be doing the closing epilogue...

CANNOT WAIT.

This phrase might provide you with some ideas after you run it through a translator:

Es Y'golonac, el monstruo con la boca que están en sus manos

Mordo, What languge?

Oh i feel dumb, it is spanish

(Akward whistling noise in place of actual post)