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... OK guys...that's the event...feel free to RP as normal.

Final body count/wounds and outcome...

Stollie-Dead
Ellis-Dead
Crossman- Dead
Magelian-Dead
Pablo-Dead
4 FBI agents-Dead.
Pontius first Vessel-Dead

Amanda-2 wounds
Musatei-2 wounds
Atlas-1 wound
The Opriknikki-2 wounds
Pontius-1 wound...took psychic damage from werewolf attack.

Pinkerton-0 wounds
Andy-0 wounds
Colt-0 wounds
Vegas-0 wounds.

Nash-Now possesed by Pontius...who is "playing possum " inside the mentaly damaged man...

Sean....Dear poor sweet Caught in the crossfire Sean...when the Opriknikki feed on him...he (the vampire )was pouring blood from a huge gash in his face...small anounts of that blood got into Sean's wounds and mouth...so...while Sean now appears "Dead"...he was actually...quite by accident..." Embraced"...and well...he'll be back...with a vengance.

Atlas..has hooked up with Amanda and Musatei (at least for the moment)...they are all wounded and have managed to reach Atlas cave...Keep in mind that even injured...Musatei considers herself "Pack leader"..

...Our Hunters are headed back to the farm...Colt isn't to happy about Andy feeding Sean to the Opriknikki...but isn't saying much right now..

...And Pinkerton...poor Pinkerton...he's going to have to explain this whole mess...

Hope you enjoyed it guys...lots more to come...In fact...I already have a few twist in mind.

Andy smiled to himself as he drove the group back to the farm, they would be safe there for awhile. The vamps and wolves didn't know where it is, a couple of wolves were killed and some vamps were injured. Everything was turning their way and maybe the city would be cleansed a lot faster than they thought at first.

Colt seemed upset by the fact that Andy had fed Sean to that big...thing, but it was part of his plan to get Ryan. It would be another two wolves if it worked out the way he had planned. Andy still whistled quietly while they began to leave the city.

halonachos wrote:Andy smiled to himself as he drove the group back to the farm, they would be safe there for awhile. The vamps and wolves didn't know where it is, a couple of wolves were killed and some vamps were injured. Everything was turning their way and maybe the city would be cleansed a lot faster than they thought at first.

Colt seemed upset by the fact that Andy had fed Sean to that big...thing, but it was part of his plan to get Ryan. It would be another two wolves if it worked out the way he had planned. Pinkerton rubbed his face, no doubt upset at the fact that he had lost several men in the whole ordeal.

Andy still whistled quietly while they began to leave the city.

Andy can see Pinkerton rub his face all the way from the farm?...remember...Pinky is back at the crime scene ..trying to cover everyone's rears when the rest of the cops show up.

Oh...quick note before I call it a night...

Everyone has probably noticed that while the vamps and the wolves (and the federal agents) took a bit of a beating in that event...the Hunters came out basicly unscathed..

Well...It will make some of you happy...and others curse my name...to know that I've got a special treat in the works for the Hunters...

*fixed

I declare this event: "Victorie for the Hunters!"

*High fives Nachos.*

But i fear the special treat.

Godammit!

Silly, just wait until next time...

sillyboy wrote:
But i fear the special treat.

Us supernaturals may be a bit more likely to try and kill you on sight next time -.- ....

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Godammit!

Silly, just wait until next time...

I'm waiting........

" The center does not hold...."


Hawthorne had gathered what few belongings he still had in his possesion and bundled them into a small leather travel bag,he supposed that once this miserable country was far behind him and he'd settled in new surroundings...he'd be able to aquire a new wardrobe.

Danny entered the small chambers,passing two envelopes to Hawthorne...one contained a ticket,open ended for any first class flight to any country in Europe he chose...the other contained over 50,000 Euros.
" That should see you off nicely" Danny smiled " All you have to do is call the airport and tell them what flight you want...when and where..you can go anyplace in Europe...anytime....and the cash...well...it's enough to get you started."
Hawthorne nodded " Yes...yes.." he looked about nervously.." Best to leave as soon as possiable...I've little doubt that Pontius has already ordered my death..." Hawthorne chuckled " Not that I blame him mind you...I suppose from his point of view I've become quite the liability..."

Danny smiled " Oh...I'm sure your right...Pontius most assuredly will have it out for you..." the man nodded

Hawthorne eyed the man..." Exactly why we should make haste...please...if you would...one last favor...contact the airport...inform them I'd like to leave at once...a Concord...to London...I'll arrive early morning...before sunrise.."

Danny smiled..." I suspected you'd want to leave soon...I took the liberty of reserveing a seat for you aboard Concord flight 233...it leaves for London in an hour.."

" Ahh...wonderful.." Hawthorne smiled..." If I may trouble you to call for a cab.." he picked up his small travel bag and turned to face Danny..

" No need for a cab.." Danny smiled " I see to it that you get exactly where you deserve to go..."

Hawthorne frowned slightly.." Deserve.?"

Danny's smile turned vicious as he quickly thrust a two foot wooden stake into Hawthornes chest...piercing his heart...

The Vampire gasped...his eyes locking with Dannys...Blood flowing from his mouth he wispered "...why...?"

Danny grinned..cruely twisting the stake as he did..." Pontius sends his reguards...."

Hawthorne sank to his knees...feeling the life rushing from him...he had underestimated Pontius reach...and was now paying for it...he raised his eyes once again...the last thing he saw was Danny swinging a large blade....the Hawthorne knew no more...

Danny stood staring at the headless body of the Vampire...a grim smile on his face....he quickly picked up the bundle of money and stuck it in his jacket pocket,it was...after all..his payment,he them wrapped the remains of Hawthorne,his small bag and his plane ticket in several bed sheets and drug them to the large furnace in the basement...shoving them all inside and tossing in more wood insuring the fire was blazing.

He then returned to the chambers,cleaning all signs of what had happened here...the blood was fresh...so wiped away quickly...Danny nodded when he'd finished...all looked just as it should.

Danny entered the kitchen and poured himself a drink...he sighed contentedly...everything had gone just as it was intended.


Guess who's working for Pontius..???

For the record...Danny has done an excelent job covering his tracks...no Hunter will be able to tell anything happened ...Hawthorne was supposed to be allowed his freedom in exchange for the info he provided,amd Danny will be telling the Hunters that,while they were gone,he arranged for Hawthorne to leave..." Put him on the flight myself I did...In fact...I just got back."

Danny has his reasons for working for Pontius..which will become clear as the RP continues....

" The Center does not Hold..."


Deep inside Atlas cave, Musatei raged in fury over the escape of Pontius..." The Arrogant Tick...He didn't even have the courage to face us in his true form!!!..I swear...upon the blood of the pack...I will find him and eat his craven heart!!!"

They had arrived at the cave some time ago,their wounds tended to and bandaged...Musatei had even given Rose and Atlas a special elixer to speed their healing...

Atlas sat close to Rose...his ribs throbbing...but healing and listened to Musatei speak..." This city is ours!!...By the rights of the strong!!...we own it...not Pontius nor his slinking little coven of blood suckers...and by my claws it will always be ours!!...The Pack will grow strong again...and we shall feed as we please.." She turned glaring at Atlas..." Your streagth is welcomed in the pack..." she turned again...lost in her thoughts " The humans are our food...nothing more...back room deals and placations with them is an insult to our blood line....they are not to be barted with...or feared...they are to be devoured...when Pontius is no more...we shall feed as we like...when we like...and on who we like!!"

Amanda laughed.." ...Just as it should be...as it should always be...the strong shall rule the night...and the humans shall be our cattle...to take as we please."

Atlas sat quitely...listening...his eyes staring into the small fire that burned in the center of the cave..

" The Center does not Hold..."

Pinkerton sat behind the wheel of his car...he'd given his reports to the investigators who'd arived at the scene of the carnage on the corner of Cherry and Oak and stayed long enough to answer a series of questions concerning the events their...though he'd more than bent the truth..he'd also insured the cameramans tape had been exchanged...the one he'd been running durring the attack now sat next to Pinkerton on his car seat...

After an exhuastive line of questions,and seeing the remains of the numerous bodies...including those of his friend Ellis,that bastard Crossman and that poor guy the Hunter had tossed the huge Vampire packed away and driven to the mourge,Pinkerton finally had had enough..." I'll File my official reports in the morning .." he said,watching the huge form of Nash being lifted into an ambulance..." But for now...I'm going home...I've been awake for ever...and I need some sleep." he told the Investigator,who'd complained...but didn't stand in Pinkertons way as he drove off.

Now...Parked in front of his home...Pinkerton sat staring at the dash of his car,the events of the past 24 hours replaying in his head over and over...until he felt as though he was on the brink of loosing control..he'd known Barry Ellis since they had both been rookies..he'd been his best man at his wedding...gone fishing with him...gone drinking with him...been there for him during his divorce...he had been his friend...Pinkerton slamed his fist down on the dash..."Werewolves...Vampire...!!...God damnit!!...they should all die...all of them.."
He wiped a single tear away and climbed from his car...the video tape from the camera in his hand,he slid his key in the lock and opened the door..the moment he stepped inside..he felt it...someone..something..was in his house.

Ok...the last three post..should give everyone enough material to RP with...

Oliver sat cross-legged in Pinkerton's favorite leather easy chair, an ivory cane rested across his lap, the silver dragon head shining in the lamp light. He smiled through his purple crane mask, his pale features twisting into a grin. "Hullo Bobby, I take it you received my, ah, 'present'?" Pinkerton was caught between shock and rage, his hand wavering over his sidearm, fully prepared to blow this bastard to hell."You sick fether, I'll kill you and the rest of your freakish kind!" Pinkerton disturbingly noticed that the bloodsucker had called him 'Bobby', a name only his mother had ever called him. How much did he know about him? Oliver laughed, a series of tinkling notes that infuriated the officer of the law. "My, my! The great Robert Pinkerton losing his cool! What did your mother always say? 'Control your temper or it will control you?' Wasn't that what mummy said? Good old mum, always looking after little Bobby, kissing his bruises after a schoolyard bully pushed him too far?" Pinkerton was shaking now, his lips curling into a snarl. "Shut the feth up," he said quietly. "She brought Bobby up big and strong just like Daddy, but he wasn't strong enough to stop the disease. The pox that ruined her mind, made her a blubbering fool. Changed little Bobby, that did, never was the same. He simply wasn't strong enough to save mummy. Now he's not strong enough to protect the people closest to him. What would mummy say?" Pinkerton launched himself at the vampire, throwing a haymaker at the side of his head, but Oliver ducked underneath, wrapping his right hand around Pinkerton's throat. He brought his face close to Pinkerton's a wide grin etched on his features. "Not strong enough to save himself..." The vampire flung the officer against the wall, his head connecting with a sharp crack before he lay still. Setting his fingers to the side of his neck, Oliver smiled. Still alive, good. He loved these little games, it would be a shame for them to end. Pushing open the door, Oliver stepped into the night.

The city centre was bustling; Ryan and Holly, unaccustomed to the rigours of city life, soon found themselves grinding to a standstill, every other business man or women circumventing them in order to get on with their lives as quickly as possible. No one even gave them a second glance. It felt as if they were fighting against a tide, and, after twenty minutes of constant struggling up the high street, they ducked out into an alley way to catch their breath.


"Bloody hell, when did everyone get so... aggressive?" Ryan remarked, massaging his kneecap, a victim of a viscously placed briefcase.

"Says the Werewolf with anger issues."


Ryan glared.

"C'mon, I think I can see a clothes shop up ahead." he muttered, before diving back into the melee.

Several painful minutes later, in which the young Irish wolf suffered from multiple injuries, the worst of which being a stilleto heel to the toe, they staggered into the cool air of the air conditioned shop. Having no money on them, and no means of getting any, they knew they were going to have to steal. Not that that would be a particular issue for Ryan, who survived in Africa simply from stealing, but it was more the fact that they were so obviously penniless, and so obviously here to steal, that made things difficult. Seconds from entering the shop, a pair of mall security swooped in, and began to flank them several metres away on either side of them, as they moved through the shopping isles.

“Right, grab what you want, and get changed in the cubicles. Don’t take long, or they’ll chuck us out for loitering.”

Holly nodded, and split away from Ryan, heading for the women’s section. A few seconds later, one of the guards peeled off, and began to follow her. Ryan carried on moving, and, began to browse at leisure, picking out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, some underwear, and some socks. He kept the shoes, as he, begrudgingly, had come to like them. Then, smiling brightly and almost mockingly at the guard, he strolled towards the changing rooms. Drawing the curtain, he quickly began to undress, and redress in his new clothes choice, cutting the labels away with his claws. As he changed, he smelt Holly get into the adjacent cubicle, and begin to change into her newly acquired clothes. Ryan had pondered earlier, as they had walked up the high street whether or not she’d be game to do some impromptu shoplifting, but she had accepted it without a word. Either she had done this before, or she was becoming over confident.

A loud cough made Ryan look up, and into the face of an incredibly ugly security guard. His neck beard was untrimmed, and his shirt, untucked in, was barely adequate to cover his protruding belly.
He was a pushover, but he was also holding a tazer in his podgy paws.

Ryan smiled brightly, and felt his instincts begin to kick in. He could smell every bead of sweat on the mans fat neck, taste the anger in the air; even hear the shallow heartbeats of Holly in the cubicle next to him. The security guards eyes narrowed, and his finger hovered above the trigger. All he needed was an excuse. His eyes trailed down to the floor, where half a dozen tags were lying. Bingo.

He looked back up, and had enough time to see Ryans hand viciously shoot forwards, backslapping the guard, and knocking him backwards, staggering under the inhuman force of the blow. But by the time he had recovered, Ryan and Holly were already gone, sprinting down the aisles, crying with laughter. For a brief flash of an eye, they weren’t cursed beasts, doomed to stalk the nights for their lives, but instead young adults, frolicking in their youthful naivety. Dodging past railings of clothes, ducking sweeping grabs of security, they raced for the door, but…


But something was terribly wrong. People had stopped in the streets, and were watching, in horror, at something unfolding. Exiting the shop, Ryan and Holly quickly disappeared amongst the crowd, removing any chance of pursuit. On a series of huge screens the recent events in a certain part of the city were being shown to the public. Grisly murders, a violent massacre of police, several injured…

Ryan stared at the screen, more specifically, the names of the deceased, that were tailing repeatedly along the bottom of the screen.



‘Special Agent Stollie, News reporter Matthew Crossman, Detective Sergeant Barry Ellis, Sean O’Brian…”

The list of dead continued.

Ryan just stared at his brothers name over and over. He felt his heart beat quicken, and his breathing become increasingly rapid. Tears welled in his eyes, and he bared his fangs. Holly, even with no experience of the signs of imminent change knew something was going to happen, and desperately sought for a solution. Ryan began to growl, as his sheer sorrow turned to hate. Hate for all life. It was going to be a massacre. Holly did what was necessary, and, hand sliding into the holstered pistol of the man in front, she wrenched his pistol free. Ryan was transforming, his musculature twisting and growing, his bones snapping and realigning. A muzzle stated to push forth from his face, and claws whipped out from his finger tips. The man in front span and yelled out as Holly pulled his gun. She needed people to scatter, and scatter fast. To this end she fired the pistol into the air repeatedly, whilst she simultaneously tried to drag the changing Ryan away from people. But it was too little, too late. Ryan was gone. Instead there was a monster, confused by the sights and smells of the city, and with three days until the full moon, he was hungry. So very hungry…

@ ghosty....

....I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting.


BTW it's 2 days until the full moon..

...Hmm...Given that Larkin had established his characters had entered Pinkertons home and were awaiting his return...Oliver being there could be explained in several ways...

Oliver is working alongside Longinus...as Pontius second ..
Oliver knew Longinus was in the house...but wanted to deliver his own "Message" to Pinkerton....
Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)...
OR...

Mordoskul can do a new RP...

On the future...I'd ask that Vampire PCs PM each other with ideas and plans...( if applicable)...after all...you lot have serious political/finical power in the city...

....Yet another quick note...

Musatei and Amanda will be "recruiting" wolves for their pack soon....so all Wolf PCs may want to keep this in mind...

"Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)..."

I like this one as well. Seems like something Oliver would enjoy doing.

Mordoskul wrote:"Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)..."

I like this one as well. Seems like something Oliver would enjoy doing.

Ahhh...See where all on the same page then...

Agent Nash felt trapped. Not trapped in the traditional sense, he was not bound, but neither was he able to move about freely. At first he thought it was a dream, a nightmare. He was able to see what he was doing, but unable to control his actions, like his body was not his own. He remembered a mist, a red mist, but that was all. Whenever he tried to think about in any depth, something would push him away, as if he was an intruder in his own mind, held in a cage by an unknowable gaoler. He had been like this for days? Weeks? Minutes? Time had no meaning in the cage, sometimes it flowed like syrup, dripping through his mind like a wave of mud. Other times, it moved like lightning, days becoming seconds in mere moments. The only thing that mattered was the voice. A terrible echo that mocked him with words he no longer understood, telling him his weakness. He felt as if he was being dissected, bits of his mind stolen and digested, used as tools for a terrible machine that Nash did not, could not, understand. Escape was impossible, the cage ate your thoughts, transforming them into mocking caricatures that pulled him apart a piece at a time, stealing a part of him forever. What was worse, Nash could never remember what was stolen, as if he was not meant to know. Nash knew one thing, and one thing only; the cage was all.

As the car entered the garage Andy could feel joy welling inside of him, the days were changing and the control of the city was changing. Sure Pontius owned much of the land, but that was just property and property was always easy to destroy. Andy pushed open the door to see Danny sitting at the table with a drink in hand.

"How's everything going you irish son of a gun?" Andy's demeanor seemed to shock Danny.

"All's well I suppose," Danny swirled the glass, "Kara's still dead and hasn't risen as anything so that's always a silver lining. Dropped Hawthorne off at the airport as well."

"Good," Andy's happiness had been somewhat eroded by the memory of Kara, "Hawthorne deserved to get out of here."

Colt and Vegas entered behind the euphoric Andy, Colt looked sullen.

"What's with the pout?" Danny asked.

"Andy fed that guy to some huge ass vampire." Colt muttered before grabbing a drink for himself.

"Sean's been dealt with?" Danny raised an eyebrow and looked at Andy.

"Yep," Andy reported, "part one of operation Kill Big Bad is complete."

Andy went to the fridge and looked for a soda, his sweet tooth had been neglected for far too long. "So when do we start attacking the vamps?"

"Don't know." Danny shrugged, "you have something in mind?"

"I figured," Andy pulled a Cola from the fridge and opened it, "we could firebomb some of Pontius's businesses like Al Capone in the days of old."

"What about your mission," Danny put his glass down, "you know the one to avenge Kara?"

"The wolves lost some guys," Andy looked at his drink before looking back at Danny, "some of the vamps were injured but not killed. I figured we could finish some of them off before they can heal up and what better way than to remove the roof from their head?"

"The wolves lost how many?" Danny asked.

"About two or something," Andy approached the table and sat down, "I gotta tell you though, you should've seen this vamp. A ten pointer I tell ya, son of a bitch was huge, I'm going to get him after that wolf, Ryan."

Danny just nodded his head and grinned, "Yeah, of course you will."

"You don't believe me?" Andy asked responding to the mocking, "I'll do it, hell I'll place a bet on it."

Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, he looked in it before tossing it on the table. Andy looked inside and saw a couple of hundred dollar bills.

"I'm hurt Danny," Andy placed a hand over his heart in jest, "I'm really hurt that you think so little of my abilities."

Danny laughed and pulled his wallet away.

OOC:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Us supernaturals may be a bit more likely to try and kill you on sight next time -.- ....

Officer Carl Wresser sat in his living room in a daze, the events of the night had drained him, and to be frank, frightened him out of his mind. After the blood bath, Pinkerton had sent his officers home, to 'sleep it off'. That was a load of gak is he ever heard it. How the hell was he supposed to 'sleep off' being attacked by b-movie stars? He tipped back his bottle of whiskey, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat as he closed his eyes. Carl had been part of the 'cleanup crew', moving bodies and collecting any evidence that they could. He nearly choked as his door was battered down, and a massive man wearing a red greatcoat and sporting a matted black beard stepped inside. His pale face was a mass of scar tissue, with a craggy mouth stuffed with shark-like fangs, two beady, wholly white eyes stared at him from a face covered in drying gore. Carl gave a start as he recognized the creature from the battle only hours ago, the one that had eaten that bystander... Jumping up, Carl put two rounds through it's chest, but the creature seemed not to notice. Lumbering towards him, the thing lunged, forcing Carl to drop to the floor to avoid being flattened by it's charge. Rolling between it's thick legs, Carl made for the door, cursing as he ran. Suddenly, a huge hand closed around his collar, pulling him closer. The creature lifted him in the air effortlessly, laughing a deep belly laugh as Carl shot him in the face three times to no effect. The officer through a desperate punch towards it's face, but it simply opened it's mouth, bringing the massive fangs crunching down on the member, severing it at the elbow. Carl screamed as blood arced from the stump in a fountain, spraying the monster's face with gore. The 'man" dropped Carl to the ground, casually pulling off his other arm with a tug, leaving the officer a screaming wreck on the carpet. The creature snapped it's jaws shut on his neck, severing his head in a dramatic flourish, leaving the corpse gurgling blood on the floor. The monster took the man apart, arranging his organs and bones into a hideous totem, pulling the skull from it's mouth, the thing placed it on top. Smiling, it left the house, it's message clear to those that hunted under the full moon. It was a challenge, used in Old Russia to signify an honor duel. They would know, when they came, it would be ready. Written in gore was a single word; "Musatei".

Mordoskul wrote:Smiling, it left the house, it's message clear to those that hunted under the full moon. It was a challenge, used in Old Russia to signify an honor duel. They would know, when they came, it would be ready.

Whew, at first I thought he was challenging us Silly.

Once again Mordoskul...a great RP...with one slight inconsistancy...at the finally of the "Massacre on Cherry and Oak...or..Te Phone Booth that dripped Blood"...they're were no Officers (Pinkerton had no one other than Ellis) or Ahents other than Nash (who your currently wearing) left alive...

Just Pinkerton,Andy,Colt,Vegas and Nash...those where the human survivors...

Now...of course Officer Wresser could have always been on the "response team" that showed up and had to clean up the mess...

I think it should be titled "Call Disconnected" or "Wrong Number" or "Saving Crossman's Package" or "Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" or "Why Nobody Uses Phonebooth's Anymore".

halonachos wrote:I think it should be titled "Call Disconnected" or "Wrong Number" or "Saving Crossman's Package" or "Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" or "Why Nobody Uses Phonebooth's Anymore".

...I'll take all those titles under consideration....though "savings Crossmans Package" and " Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" sound like stories you'd read in Penthouse forum...

Are you saying that I stole those titles from the Penthouse forum's? I wrote those stories so I can use the titles whenever I please! Oh wait, ummm, I didn't write stories for a Penthouse forum, I don't even know what Penthouse is.

halonachos wrote:Are you saying that I stole those titles from the Penthouse forum's? I wrote those stories so I can use the titles whenever I please! Oh wait, ummm, I didn't write stories for a Penthouse forum, I don't even know what Penthouse is.

..." Dear Penthouse Forum...I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me...but there I was ..alone in a phone booth when suddenly the most gorgeous pair of Asian cheerleaders carrying a can of whiped cream,a jump rope and a two foot salami walked up to me....

21 hours ago...

Walter Prudenzio, known as Little Walt to his companions through out the reniments of the mafia in Las Vegas was running for his life. His almost silver grey pressed suit was being put to the test as he bolted down the rear corridor of the Flamingo Casino and Hotel. Glancing at the decor, it seemed almost Ironic that he'd end up where he started almost sixty five years ago.
Banging through the main door to the kitchens he ran past startled chefs and waiting staff continuing through to the rear staff staircase taking them three steps at a time as he tried to reach the main security office. Reaching the second floor he could see the bold red door and darted through it, the two security guards jumping to their feet startled by his sudden arrival.

'Mr Prudenzio, we wasn't expecting..' he cut off the comment with a glare.

'I'm being followed deal with her!' he snapped as he picked a AA-12 shotgun off the armoury rack and checked it was loaded. Satisfied he headed out the rear door and headed straight up the rear access stairwell.

The two guards glanced at one another concerned at the state of their employer and drew their firearms. On the main moniter they could see a lone figure moving down the corridor towards the door of their office. It was hard to make out any features other than the fact it was a woman, but it was likely she was no mortal opponent and they lifted their automatics aiming at the doorway.
The door flew open and several shots rang out as they fired, half on instinct, half from the sesne of fear that lingered in the air.
As the momentary smoke cleared, they both stared at the empty corridor, a glance to the moniters show nothing, she was gone.

'What the hell?' muttered one as he stepped forward.

A smoke like tendril whiped out of the darkness in the corner of the room alongside the doorway and wrapped around his throat. He gasped in alarm as the shadow like smoke tightened and closed his airway, he felt the hyoid bone crack in his neck as darkness enveloped him. The other guard screamed out in alarm firing blindly into the shadow that now seemed to fill the room. A female face seemd to materalize in the shadow for a moment taunting him, before a spike of shadow punched through his chest and severed the spine.

The black haired woman smiled as she looked over the two bodies, she raised blood soaked fingers to her mouth and gently licked them clean as she strolled casually out of the rear of the office and up the stairwell.

Walt stood on the roof of the Flamingo, the night sky sparkling with the lights of thirty large casinos and many more smaller bars, hotels and places dedicated to the Vegas nightlife. It had been easy being a Vampire here, almost too easy. He watched the doorway in the distance, he had given himself sixty feet, it probably wasn't enough, but he was tired of running, it was now or never.

The door opened and she walked on to the roof, his first shoot hit the door frame to her right, the second hit her head on, but she wasn't there. She was already moving, her speed was ungodly among immortals who had long since turned their back on their own salvation. Three more shots came no where near to hitting her as she circled the roof past some water pipes before lunging at him.
Burning most of the blood in his system he span was a speed equal to her own and fired at near point blank range. The shot punched through the shadow that she had become sending tendrils of darkness into the night, then he felt her hit him. The impact felt like a train had just connected with his chest, he felt several ribs shatter and his left shoulder snap in two as she grasped his throat and slammed him into the short wall that ran around the rooftop.

He tried to lift the shotgun to get one last attempt to fire, but her free hand grasped the barrell and bent it horizontal away from the weapon. She then yanked it from from his grip and tossed it behind her with a wicked smile. Trying to punch with his now free hand she caught the blow with her own, and snapped the arm back at the elbow, seemingly pleased with his scream of pain.

'Do not wast my time Walter, you are nothing but a flea to me, if you wish to continue this existance on the dustbowl you are so happy call home, then you will tell me what I want to know.' She hissed quietly.

Her voice was unerving, a thick accent from somewhere he didn't recognise, but if the rumours where true it was somewhere old.

'I don't know nothin' he lied.

She smiled at him. 'I haven't asked you anything yet.' She punched her fist into his stomach and grasped the spine snapping it with a twist before spinning and throwing him thirty feet into the base of a water tower support. She heard something else snap inside the younger Vampire and walked slowly towards him.

Trying to focus, Walt looked at his shattered legs as she strolled towards him, although all of this damage was repairable it would require blood and time, neither a resource he had right now, He tried to lift himself, but it was futile, he was a broken man, quite literally.

'I don't care who you think you are Victoria, but I ain't tellin you nuthin, you can go to hell and I hope Satan takes one almighty gak on your..'

She yanked him up to her face and snarled at him.

'You seem to think there is some kind of choice in all this dear Walt, I watched as Rome fell in flames, I stood at the gates of Carthage as Scipio Aemilianus led the final assualt, I have fought Gods and Demons you pathetic worm. Let me illumuinate your position.' She glared at him, her blue eyes fading to a near pure white as they glowed with a dark red vigor that crept along his flesh and absorbed his own orbs with its unnatural light. His screams of agony errupted from his lips as the Soulsight tore into the very fibre of his being and she pushed his sanity to breaking point.

'Where is she Walt, it's taken me too many years to find out which of you little leeches was actually close to her in this city, where did she go!'

Somewhere inside Walt Prudenzio the last moment of his resistance to her power faltered, a deep scream inside his mind collapsed into the darkness never to return and he choked on blood as his body revulsed under her gaze.

'Empire City' he spat. 'She went to Empire City.'

Victoria smiled. 'Thank you Walt, may Lilith speed you somewhere.' His eyes opened in shock as she plunged her fangs into his throat, the last remaining blood in his weakened frame not lasting long to her kiss. He lay in her arms, twitching from the pain and pondered for moment so this is what it feels like, before the last drops where gone and everything became ash.

Wiping the blood from her lips Victoria walked to the wall and looked out over Vegas, how she hated this city, it was a momument to modern Humanity, and how they had spread too far across the globe. She had learned enough of the new world to get by, but she prefered the older ways, Zoroaster would have disliked this world she mused. Staring out into the iluminated night sky she noted a silver Lotus Elan pull up.
With a swift leap, she dropped from the roof down to the concrete parking area, spiralling into shadow halfway down and materilising behind the valet. Whisering into his ear as if a long lost friend, they both got into the car and he pulled away from the Flamingo. A frozen content smile on his lips as he drove down the street from the garage and towards the edge of the City.
By the time anyone knew the car was missing, she would have left the state, had the snack beside her and shifted vehicles. It was going to take a couple of days to reach Empire City, but at least she knew where Elizabeth was, this time there would be no escape.

Pressing the play button on the CD player, Victoria grinned as 'Run to the Hills' burst into life over the stereo system and leant back in her seat, at least the first part of her journey would be in style.


Player NPC

Player: Morathi's Darkest Sin
Character: Victoria
Race/affiliation: Vampire
Physical Description: about 5foot, 8inches, she is slim, athletic and has Raven hair and light blue eyes. There is a mediterranean hint to her skintone, possibly north african.
Equipment: Whatever she can carry.
Backstory: She is an ancient Vampire, who has found she only gains real substance from drinking the blood of other Vampires, her strongest powers require theblood of Vampires to work.
Location/resources: Unknown
Vehicle: Whatever she can find.
Other info: She is known by most Vampires due to her reputation as a warrior, and her great age, most Vampires do their best to avoid her.

Victoria