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Continued…again.


Holly kept on backing away, her eyes locked onto the amber orbs of the Wolf at all times. The beast was on all fours; low to the ground, ready to jump. A low growl was constantly droning from its throat, as it stalked its prey. Tears in her eyes, Holly saw no escape, no way out of her predicament. And the beast kept closing the distance between them. The backs of her legs bumped into the fencing around the car park, and, unbalanced, Holly fell backwards, sprawling to the ground in an unceremonious heap. And then, with deliberate feral malign intelligence, the Wolf clambered over the fence. Holly tried to back away, but with a bestial roar, pinning her in place with terror, the Werewolf descended upon her in a fury of slashing claws, and terrible fangs.

Holly screamed in agony as five hooked fingertips gouged into her arm, moaned in pain as jaws, impossibly strong, and closed around her shoulder. She squirmed, even vainly tried to push the monster away from her, but the Werewolf sunk its claws in deep, and carried on in its grizzly work. But then over the sound of gnawing and the cracking of her own bones, came another noise.


A gunshot.

The beast on top of her was visibly thrown a metre to her left, crashing to the ground from the impact of a high calibre round striking it square in the chest. Another bullet tore through the air just above Holly, hitting the rising wolf again, knocking it back to the floor. With a feral snarl, it turned, and bounded away into the underbrush.

Holly felt so tired… so very tired. She had lost a lot of blood, judging by the crimson stains growing across her apron, and she hadn’t had very much in her to start with. But she was calm; it didn’t hurt as much anymore. One of her arms was exposed to the bone, her muscle mass pealed back, as one would do to a banana skin, and the glistening white beneath shone in the day light. Her breathing became ragged, and she assumed calmly that her lungs were giving out, after her ribs had caved in from the weight of the wolf on her chest. But finally, the nightmare was over…
But…no! She didn’t want to die, not now, not after surviving so long in the Diner with that…creature…
And Holly began to cry, praying to anyone listening to find her older sister to make things better…

A jeep pulled up next to the young women, and two men stepped out. They were wearing Police Uniform, and had it not been for the equipment they were carrying, you would not have been able to discriminate any difference between them and a genuine cop. however, as previously mentioned, the equipment they were carrying begged to differ otherwise. One was carrying a rifle large enough to stop a charging rhino in its tracks. The other had pulled out a heavy net, made from silver coated wire.

“Hey Mac. Where’d it go?”


“Search me, but wherever it goes, we’ll be able to track it.” Said the presumably named Mac. He broke into a toothy grin, his carefully sculpted moustache wriggling.

“What about the lady?” the other Hunter said, looking down on Holly.


“Leave her. It’ll make for some sport next month.”




OOC: I’m introducing another character here, who still has some development to go through.
Player:- Ghosty
Character-Holly Louise Henderson
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description- 5’7”, thin, but unfit. Heavy scarring on her left shoulder, and right arm. Dyed hair blue. Pretty, in an unconventional way. Several piercings. Aged nineteen.
Equipment:- Wearing her Waitress uniform still, stained with her own blood. She therefore sticks out in a crowd. She has no other equipment at present.
Backstory- Her sister left her alone when she was very young; apparently leaving to seek revenge on one who wronged her father. Holly never truly understood why she left her, and, when she was old enough, travelled west to try to find her sister. Fate however, didn’t smile on her, and she eventually found herself working in a dead end job with no easy route out of it.
Location/resources: Lying outside of the local Diner, bleeding out.
Vehicle: Nothing, she walked to her job every day.
Other info: Is alone, and may possibly die before the Curse of the wolf heals her.

Reminder: This is three days before currant events, but by my next post, or the one afterwards, I’ll be up to scratch with everyone else. I apologise for the lack of posts I’m making.

Nice one ghosty.

Also wink wink -secret handshake-

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm, now what? Does Rose heal? Or will you, almighty GM FITZZ decide?

Rose survived the Combat phase with Collins,and so long as you've removed the Silver blade that was left inside her...she will heal...however,she is reduced to one wound and will not completely heal (regain the lost wounds) for two(2) days Game Time.
During this time period she is also at -2 S and T (both in wolf and human form),so keeping her safe from combat would be important...

Officer Aron Hanks woke with a start,a scream barely contained behind his tight lips,his body slick with sweat ...the nightmare images still hung before his eyes...nightmares...yes..had to be.
Hanks laid his head back winceing in pain and took in his surroundings...
A Hospital room..He was laying in a hospital room...bandages covered his midsection and left arm.
So...he had been injured...he thought " Just a dream...wasn't real...was it?"
A young Doctor entered the room ,a sleepy smile on his face..." Ah Mr. Hanks...I see your awake."
Hanks nodded..." What...what happened..?" he asked the Doctor..
The Doctor flipped through his chart..." Says here you were bitten by a ...dog...DR. Killengrew admitted you early this morning..I just came on shift and thought I'd peek in on you.." the Doctor began to exam Hanks..." Any pain...?"
Hanks shook his head..." Not really..."
The Doctor frowned..." Hmm...it says your injuries were quite severe..." he continued study Hanks arm..." But ...this is odd..."
" What...what is it..?" Hanks asked.
" Nothing..." The Doctor said with a small frown staring at his chart..." If you'll excuse me for a moment..." he exited the room before Hanks could say anything.
Hanks lay there staring at the cealing...his mind racing..." What the hell is going on?.." he whispered...Images of teeth...no not teeth...fangs...flashed behind his eyes and he shuddered..
...As he lay trembleing...Officer Hanks was dimly aware of an odor reaching him...an odor he found most unpleasent...and as the minutes past...he found the odor not only to be foul...but..that it made him angry...no...not angry...murderous...somewhere..deep inside Officer Hanks...an urge was growing...a deep dark terrible desire..

What Hanks is smelling is the trace aroma of Sindri on Colt...

Why does everyone wants Colt do die

sillyboy wrote:Why does everyone wants Colt do die

I don't want Colt to die...I just wanted to add some tension to the RP...the old " Friend in peril " bit...
So now...Will Vegas and the other Hunters discover that a new born Werewolf is laying in the same Hospital...indeed on the same floor..as Colt?...or will Hanks loose control and go after the wounded Hunter before help can arrive?...
Remember...only Pinkerton and a select few (Sergeant Ellis) know that Werewolves attacked Collins and his men...or that Hanks was wounded by one of the Wolves and sent to the Hospital.....the clock is ticking.

Oh and speaking of clocks...Game Time is now 5:30 AM...half hour till sunrise ...

Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...

FITZZ wrote: I don't want Colt to die...I just wanted to add some tension to the RP...the old " Friend in peril " bit...

Sure, i believe you. No I don't, its a conspiracy!!!!

Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...

Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...

Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...

Yep, the Amulet of Osiris prevents him from being destroyed by sunlight, but he still feels pain from it.

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I don't want Colt to die...I just wanted to add some tension to the RP...the old " Friend in peril " bit...

Sure, i believe you. No I don't, its a conspiracy!!!!

..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.

Mordoskul wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...

Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...

Yep, the Amulet of Osiris prevents him from being destroyed by sunlight, but he still feels pain from it.

Thought so...Yes...this will make for an interesting discovery...

FITZZ wrote: ..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.

Small!!?

Lets see ....Fitzz, Kais, Nachos for not saving Colt , perkustin because.... uhm....he's a vampire that's why

So foor guys against silly boy....

*laughs*

"You should have brought two more and it would be an even match." Sillyboy said while he changed into Chuck Norris

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: ..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.

Small!!?

Lets see ....Fitzz, Kais, Nachos for not saving Colt , perkustin because.... uhm....he's a vampire that's why

So foor guys against silly boy....

*laughs*

"You should have brought two more and it would be an even match." Sillyboy said while he changed into Chuck Norris

.... ...Well see...now that you've transformed into Chuck Norris you should have no problem saving Colt...Chuck Norris could round house kick the fur right off any Werewolf ya know..

It is said the first werewolf was born after he had been bitten by Chuck Norris

BIC:....... Lifeless part 3?.........

Sky listened to Andy’s plan. A detour to the Farm would be a major detour, she craved for action, something to do. “Let’s split up you guys go to the farm and load up, I’ll go to Pinkerton and get the information. After that we’ll meet up.” Kara looked over to Andy who just raised his shoulders. “We’ve got a plan” she said. “Come on Hawthorne the sun will be up soon.” The vampire growled softly as he jumped into the truck. “Sounds like he doesn’t likes to get a tan.” Andy joked. Kara rolled her eyes “Whatever, lets go guys.” Sky watched as they both crawled into the truck and drove off. Sky loathed the little bloodsucker, if it was up to her he would be dead long ago. “Next time.” She thought. As she looked at her backseat. Pinkerton had a confirmed wolf attack on his station. The things were getting unruly. Why would they do this? She didn’t like the fact that she didn’t had a clue. Whatever it was, it was going to be big. She loaded her pistol with silver bullets and pulled out her bulletproof vest, FBI in great white letters on the bank. No one would stop her if she walked in like this. As she pulled it on a car stopped next to her. The occupants awkwardly gazing at her as they saw the white letters. She waved and throw an air kiss before she started the engine and drove off. She leaned over to the cabinet an pulled out a mobile blue light, she placed it on top of the car. Time was short, she pressed the gas pedal down as she swirled through traffic.

It bounded through the thick under brush, barely registering the pain in its back, instead, its only thoughts were to get as far away as possible to allow the human within to take control. Such was the dual life Ryan and the beast led; The wolf, would, if it was unable to find a solution to its current problem, would relinquish its hold over Ryans mind, and he would change back. And similarly, if Ryan could not get out of a situation without violence, his feral side would take over, and sort things out with tooth, and claw. The only fear he had, was that one day, the wolf would not let him back in, and he would end up living the rest of his nights as a mongrel creature, hunting on the edges of civilisation, doomed to eventually be slaughtered like a simple animal that he had become. And the worst part, was that Ryan thought he deserved nothing more.

Upon finding a gentle dip in the ground, giving him enough cover to change back without fear of hunters, the wolf stopped, and reluctantly pulled away from his mind, leaving Ryan free to retake control. Flesh contorted, muscles contracted, bones reshaped. And soon, there was a naked man standing alone in a prairie miles away from any nearby civilisation, apart from back the way he came. And if there were hunters there...

Memories flooded back as to what he had done; brawling with a vampire, murdering it with a strike to it's throat, a fitting end, and... and he had attacked someone. 'Oh god', Ryan thought, 'I tried to feed on that waitress...Holly?'

His stomach felt weirdly full, as if he'd recently fed. Gagging at the thought, Ryan sporadically vomited across the grass at his feet, and, upon seeing blood laced sick, regurgitated more, until he was retching. He then felt to his knees, and wept silently to himself, desperately trying to think if there was anyway she would still be alive. Memories were vague, they always were when he changed; they had a horrible tendency to return crystal clear in his nightmares, and when he awoke, cold and sweating, the taste of the flesh he had torn into was in his mouth...

Focusing on the matter at hand, Ryan focused his thoughts. Perhaps, perhaps she was still alive. He had been mauling her, but he'd been stopped before he tore her open...

He had to check.

And so he ran back the way he came, half crouched, and ready to drop the the floor if he spotted hunters. But they weren't around. They had gone completely in fact, no trace of them ever being there was even present, apart from tire streaks on the ground. And there, lying in a pool of her own blood, was the Waitress. Guilt washed over him, guilt because she was so young, guilt because she had tried to save him, guilt because...because she had been the first women ever to show any affection to him since the...since the change. His hand reached, out, blood still leaking from his torn fingertips, and gently stroked her cold, lifeless cheek.

Or was it?

Upon contact with her skin, he swore he felt her move, ever so slightly. He reached over to check her pulse on her neck, and much to his surprise, he found a pulse, weak, but persistent. Ryan smiled uncontrollably, and wiped tears from his eyes. She was still alive! He then began to analyse the injuries he'd inflicted. They were horrific, but there was hope. But, if she was going to survive, they were going to need to be dressed properly. Having no medical knowledge, past from the occasional removal of bullets from his body, Ryan felt at a loss. What could he possibly do? In all probability, there would be a first aid kit in the Diner, and so he ran back inside, and began to search, grabbing up his clothes on the way.

Hastily dressing, he grabbed up a small white and green satchel, and, after a moments thought, a wash cloth. He ran back outside, and was immediately confronted with a slight change in the air. A wolf was nearby. For a moment, he thought another werewolf was moving in on the area, but, the grim realisation hit him. Holly was going to become like him.
Unable to think of anyway to escape the fact, Ryan focused on the matter at hand. He had to save her first, then worry about the ramifications of his handiwork. Several minutes, and much cursing later, He picked up the unmoving Holly, and, cradled in his arms, he began to walk down the road once again, heading for Empire city. All he needed to do, was get to his destination, and then let things run there course from then onwards.

Pinkerton sat for several moments listening as the phone rang with no answer...he hung up in frustration...
Once again a knock at his office door came and Pinkerton had to fight the urge to throw something...anything...across the room...he took a second and composed himself and slipped on his jacket,placing the items from the package,with the exception of the stake ,into his coat pockets...he walked to the door.
" Pinky.." Sergeant Ellis said with an obvious look of regret.." I'm sorry to keep bothering you...but.."
" I know.." Pinkerton said with a small nod.." Got to feed the vultures.." he slapped Ellis on the back and smiled " Don't worry man..not your fault."
Detective Pinkerton stepped into the Police Station lobby and was imediately rushed by over a dozen reporters,each pushing for posisition and thrusting Microphones and cameras towards the weary Detective,a babble of jumbled questions assualted Pinkerton who simply raised his hand and smiled..." People...we're going to do this fast...and in an orderly fasion...or you can all just get out of my station." The Detective said.
A fresh barrage of questions flowed from the reporters and Pinkerton raised his voice..." If you think I'm joking...please...try me.." he paused for a moment..a look of stern determination on his face until the gaggle of reporters were quiet.
" Now...I'll make my statement...then I'll call on you...one at a time ..and briefly answer some questions.." Pinkerton said..

" At aproximantly 3:00 AM this morning,an incident occured at this station involving several officers and persons as of yet unknown" Pinkerton began " During the incident...an altercation took place between the individuals and several officers...resulting in multiple fatalities.." Pinkerton swallowed.." Five Police officers were numbered amongst those killed." ....A babble went through the group of reporters and Pinkerton raised his hand for silence...
" It is this departments belife that one or more of the suspects was also slain...but that ...at least one ...possibley more..remain at large." Pinkerton continued.." Special Investigators from the FBI and other agencies have been called in to assist this Department with the ongoing search and investigation..."
" For now...we are advising citizens to be extreamly cautious..." Pinkerton frowned.." Now..I'll answer a few questions.."

Matt Crossmans hand shot up and Pinkerton ignored it ..calling instead on a pretty young woman.
" Could we have the names of the murdered officers?" the woman asked..
" No" Pinkerton said " All names are being held pending notification of next of kin..."
" What about injured officers..?" she added
" Again...No" Pinkerton said " Though rest assured our injured are recieving the best of care..."
Crossmans hand flapped in the air like an injured bird...Again Pinkerton ignored it.
" Does the Department feel there is a link between this attack and the previous murders that have been taking place?" a young man asked.
" We feel they may be some connections...but the situation remains under investigation." Pinkerton replied..
" How about the speculations that some sort of cult is involved..?" the man asked..
" Still under investigation." Pinkerton answered.
Crossman ..weary of being ignored blurted out his question.." What about rummours of a vidoe tape of the attack on your men showing something...quite odd...supernatural even?" he yelled.
Pinkerton glared at Crossman.." You've been watching to many movies" He replied.." We have a video of the suspects...still being analyzied.."
"But.." Crossman continued..
" No more questions.." Pinkerton said holding up his hands.." You will all recieve photos of various suspects to run with your stories...now please excuse me..."
Pinkerton turned and walked off as the reporters shouted more questions towards his back.
He entered his office and lay his head on his desk...a moment later he dozed.

" Pinky"..Sergeant Ellis called shaking the Detective..." Pinky.."
Pinkerton opened his eyes and blinked at the man.." Huh..what?"
" Sorry to wake you Pinky...But..."Ellis paused.
" What is it..?" Pinkerton asked rubbing his eyes..
" A very odd call just came through...something about a man on a cross out by an old barn...screaming.." Ellis said.
Pinkerton shook his head " What?...we got a location..?"
" Yes sir.." Ellis replied
" C'mon...your with me...have a Patrol unit meet us there." Pinkerton said
" On it Pinky " Ellis said leaving the office..
Pinkerton gulped down a mug of luke warm coffe and rose from his desk...picking up the wooden stake as he did.

@ Sillyboy..

Feel free to RP Vegas meeting up with Pinkerton as he leaves the station...

@FITZZ

Remember that Pontius cut out Rasputin's togue.

Mordoskul wrote:@FITZZ

Remember that Pontius cut out Rasputin's togue.

...Yes,I went back and re-read the RP concerning Rasputin...though I doubt Pinkerton will even think about questioning the form he's going to find when he reaches the field by the barn..
Oh...and Rasputians screams are less shrieks and more guteral cries of pure agony...

Alright then, I eagerly await that post.

Mordoskul wrote:Alright then, I eagerly await that post.

I'll be writing it up a bit later tonight..but I can assure you it will be suitably gruesome and for Pinkerton very reveiling ...

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Alright then, I eagerly await that post.

I'll be writing it up a bit later tonight..but I can assure you it will be suitably gruesome and for Pinkerton very reveiling ...

Gah. I should have called dibs on the body...

Longinus thrust a pile of 20s and 50s at Issac.
Take this and later when i'm asleep go out into the city and get us somethings:
Several Newspapers, I want to see the officall coverage the police allow the public to see.
Buy a SUV, I am growing tired of being stuck in these dingy sewers all the time.
Also try and get a weapon or two for the little lady, she doesn't know it but sometimes its good to have backup when supernatural strength fails you.
Isaac sucried away from his master sanctums rembering his masters instructions

OOC; At 11AM (Game Time) Issac will attempt to get a SUV, a few mewspapers and a pistol or two for Suzie.

Game Time 6:30 AM...



Pinkerton stood in an open field just outside the Empire City limits,around him three officers,Sergeant Ellis among them stared up at the form afixed to the cross...their mouths hanging open in disbelife.
Pinkerton felt all sense of sanity washing away as he watched the form on the cross twist and writhe...a constant howl of agony emmiting from it's fanged and dripping mouth.
If the images Pinkerton had witnessed on the video tape had threatened his sanity...then what he was seeing now was sure to drive him to madness...
A man...no...surely this was no man ..had been fastened to this cross...cruel spikes driven into it's feet and hands...it's tounge torn from it's mouth...this alone had driven his men to speachless horror...but what held Pinkerton transfixed was what the rays of the early morning sun were doing to this...this thing.
Pinkerton watched as the thrashing creatures skin blistered and burned...running like a bloody tallow from it's face and limbs...only to heal and reform and begin to burn again...and again...the creatures eyes fixed on Pinkerton...almost pleading..and Pinkerton felt himself swoon as the orbs disolved and boiled in their sockets and ran down the creatures blistered and burning face...only to reform once more whole and in anguish staring at him.

" Jesus Christ.." Ellis said stumbleing back and covering his eyes with his hand.." What is it Pinky...what is it what is it WHAT THE HELL IS IT!!!"
The creature threw it's head back and wailed...a gout of blood flying from it's mouth as it's face burned and fell off again...
A young officer...who'd gone the color of ash dropped to his knees and begin to pray...the creatures head snapped towards the man and a long hiss issued from it's ruined yet reforming throat...the man collapsed to the grass in a faint.
" What are we going to do sir.." the other officer asked in a trembleing voice..Pinkerton noting with a touch of crazed amusement that the officer had wet his uniform trousers...
Pinkerton uttered a long howling laugh..." Do?...why my young friend...we're going to kill it.."
Pinkerton turned to Ellis..who was still muttering to himself and looked the man dead in the face..." Pull it together..now!!"
Ellis stared blankly at Pinkerton...who procceded to back hand the Sergeant in the face,rocking his head back..." Ellis!!..God Damn it!!...get it together."
Ellis nodded.." Ok Pinky...ok." the man gasped.
" You and patrolman piss pants push that cross over...I want that thing on the ground." Pinkerton ordered.
" You what..?" Ellis said in disbelife.
" Just do it.." Pinkerton said as he opened the trunk of his car and removed the wooden stake from the package he'd recieved earlier..
Ellis and the patrolman aproached the cross...the howling figure glaring at them as they did..." I..I cant do this.." the officer said weakly..his face even paler than before.
" Yes...we can do it.." Ellis said with false courage.." Just...push.."
The creatures spasms became more violent as the two men pushed at the base of the cross trying to tip it over...hunks of bloody liquid flesh raining down on them as they shoved and grunted.
The young officer was noisely sick as a piece of what had been the creatures face fell onto his hands.
" Keep pushing son." Pinkerton yelled joining them..."it's going to give.."
With a loud crack,the crosses support snapped and the cross twisted in air..plumeting to the ground.
The creature howled...a noise straight from hell as it lay face up into the burning sun...
In a flash,Pinkerton charged the prone figure...the wooden stake held high overhead...and with one herculien thrust..drove the sharpened leagth of wood deep into the monsters heart...
Unleashing one last undualating wail...the creature convulsed ...and was still.

Pinkerton rose to his feet...his knees shaking...he looked at Ellis who had the look of a man who'd just seen hell.
" Get that thing off the cross...wrap it in some blankets and put it in the trunk of my car.." Pinkerton said..
"...And exactly were are we going to take a ...Vampire?" Ellis said laughing a high crazy laugh.
" You let me worry about that.." Pinkerton said leaning against his car...

Pinkerton had seen to the bundleing and binding of the vampires corpse and along with Ellis,placed it in the trunk of his car.
He'd sent the two young officers home for the day,perhaps the week and cautioned them both not to discuss what they'd witnessed with anyone.
Nowmdriving back towards the City with Ellis,Pinkerton sat quietly..
Finally...after some internal debate..Ellis spoke.." Really..?" the Sergeant laughed..." Pinky...did that really just happen...do we really have a ...a ..a fething vampire in the trunk of the car?"
Pinkerton nodded and smiled at his old friend.." That we do man...that we do.."
Ellis laughed again..." Jesus,Mary and Joseph ...so..Empire city is under some sort of attack from a bunch of late show movie monsters?" Ellis shook his head.." Christ I need a drink."
Pinkerton Laughed " Reach under your seat...I always keep a bottle...strictly for medicinal reasons."
Ellis fished underneath Pinkertons car seat and came up with a half full bottle of whiskey...he spun the cap off and downed a massive belt.
" Better?" Pinkerton asked.
" All kinds of better.." Ellis sighed.." So...what do we do now?"
" First..I want to get Dracula her to some people I know." Pinkerton said " I think they may know a bit about this sort of thing...in fact..I'm sure they do."
" And then..?" Ellis asked.
" Well..." Pinkerton said fishing one of the Silver .45 rounds from his pocket " If you still have your reloading set up..I thought we might make a few more like this.."
Ellis took the bullet from Pinkerton and examined it.." Yeah..yeah...we could do that...hell,I have a whole box full of my ex wifes Silver serving pieces.."
" You holding a lot of tea partys Ellis ?" Pinkerton said with a snort.
" No.." Ellis laughed " I kept it just to spite her...looks like it will be more usefull than she ever was."
Pinkerton smiled and took a pull from the whiskey bottle himself.." No doubt...I remember your ex..."
Ellis burst out laughing and snatched the bottle from Pinkerton.." She had a great body...that's all I'm saying."
Pinkerton nodded as Ellis took another huge swig from the bottle,feeling the madness that had threatened slipping away,he picked up his cell phone and dialed.


OK, Pinkerton and Ellis have the staked body of Rasputian in the trunk of his car (Rasputian is NOT dead...he's been staked and is simply paralized...though the cops think he's dead),Pinkerton is calling Vegas to tell her what they've found and is on route to Ellis' home to make some more Silver bullets..

Meanwhile...back at the Hospital,Officer Hanks is growing more and more restless...the scent (The smell of Vamps on Colt) is begining to make him think some very...very..violent thoughts...

Most of the hunters were gone, they had already been dispatched to the city on S&D missions according to the list Andy had found on Sindri. So far nothing was turning up; that Masuthai, or was it Massanutten, had been listed but wasn't home. The Jason fellow wasn't listed at all and they already knew about Pinkerton. From what he could gather Pontius was in charge of the vampires in the city, Sindri and Hawthorne had both been pawns, or at least the only pawns they knew of in the city.

They were trying to kill Hawthorne because he was relatively useless and some wolves in the city so they could feed without competition. The daylight would stop vampire action for some time so the two thought it would be best to rest. Danny knew of Hawthorne so he would keep an eye on him while they slept for a couple of hours.
..............

After some time Hawthorne was locked in the cellar where the sun didn't shine, Andy and Kara had their gear ready, and they were both in their respective beds napping. Danny leaned against the wall next to the cellar and listened to Hawthorne complain.

"Its for the best that you stay out of the sun." Danny said around a bottle of whisky.

"I told you, I can't die from the sun because I haven't drunk any blood for thirty years." Hawthorne almost yelled through the door.

Danny smiled as he swirled the whisky in the bottle around, "Arrogant English prick," Danny thought, "thinks he's all that even when he's locked in a basement."

Officer Aron Hanks was loosing his mind...he was sure of it...each time he closed his eyes..the most horrific visions came to him,dreams of a brutality Hanks never imagined...fantasies of pulling screaming people apart...tearing into their bodies with tooth and nail..devouring their insides as the pleaded for mercy,Hanks shuddered..he felt revultion rise inside him...but even more...he felt desire.
" What's happening to me?!" He cried out to his empty hospital room..and that smell...that God damned smell...Hanks felt he would die if he didn't locate it's source and destroy it...rend it...murder it.
The young man leapt from his bed and rushed to the small bathroom in his room...vomiting a gout of gore as he reached it.
He sank to the floor and rested his head against the cool porcielin bowl..." Jesus...what's happening to me?" he wept..feeling more and more of his sanity slipping away.

Hanks is starting to loose control ..I estimate an hour or so before he Wolfs out and runs amok in the Hospital...leaving a bloody path of victiams all the way to a recouperating Colt.

Hmm, remember that Colt is still recovering, Werewolves have regenerated healing, can go amazingly fast, and are completely powerful and savage.

Colt does'nt stand a chance

(OOC: I would have thought by now that Pinky would have put 2+2 together and figured out that his injured officer, who was attacked by a werewolf, might be "infected". Looks like I need to take matters into my own hands. )


"Damn." Said Lucas as he flipped through an early edition of the paper that was laying on the floor of the Van. "Take the next exit and had back to the city." he said. In his pocket, the cell phone vibrated, but he was so drawn into the paper that he missed the call.

Murry shrugged and turned the wheel and speed up the off ramp.

"Any particular destination?" he asked

"The Hospital." he said. Lucas had been around long enough to spot trouble brewing from a mile away. And the survivor of the attack who was taken to the hospital would most certainly need a closer examination from someone more qualified in these areas.

The van speed down the road passing cars as it went. At their current speed, they were about 15min away from the hospital and already Lucas had a plan formed in his head.