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Post by Dark on Feb 15, 2013 1:24:01 GMT -5
Dark had stumbled out of the light he had worked so hard to maintain and had been consumed by depth of the darkness that he had once fought to claw his way out of. Becoming what he despised and corrupting all that he had once found holy, it wasn’t long before he was just like the rest of them – a blood thirsty killer.
There had been news throughout the streets of attacks, murders, and collections of mangled corpses that had shown up around the city. Instead of seeking out those who were responsible like he would have done before he found out the truth about who he truly was, Dark found himself intrigued by it all. His view of the disarrayed and lost souls of humanity suddenly rubbed him wrong. It was like sand paper grinding against his very bones every time he had to face them. Immortality had taken its toll on him. No longer was he the valiant savior. No longer did he find himself driven to protect the very kind that had sought to destroy him so many times before. Gone were the days in which he tried to pretend he was different. The wolf and vampire inside him held too much sway now to deny what he had become.
Walking the streets, he felt twinges of despair as he looked to the places where he and Pollynda had once spent time together. Those days also had fled with the dark storm that had clouded around him. Everything was gone; save the thirst and need to cause havoc to those undeserving dwellers referred to as humans. His sudden hate was filled with venomous spite. Where it had come from, one would never know. Perhaps it had been the loss of what he had had with Pollynda, he thought from time to time. But there was no use in thinking of that now. What good would come of it?
Alley after alley, street after street, nothing seemed to capture his attention. The night was dark and still, making the city only seem to shrink from it. Everywhere he turned the city was barren and desolate. Perhaps it was the recent news that had everyone shut in for the night, he thought with a grimace. Cowards at their core; every last one of them.
Rounding a corner and entering into an especially dark crevice of the city, a small whimper could be heard from out of the darkness. Probably just some animal, but it was at least something he could investigate. But as he took a step forward, the scent became very clear. The rich and thick smell could only mean one thing – that this was no animal roaming the street; at least not one of the normal variety.
Entering deeper into the alley, his senses were heightened and his adrenaline pumped blood from his recent kill through his undead veins. Something beckoned him to go further, to find out what lie beyond that distant shadow before him. Perhaps this night was not a waste after all.
The whimpering had ceased with a sudden wet snap. With the stillness of the night once again enveloping the city, it was soon clear that death had taken that poor soul he had heard. Venturing until the blood splattered walls became thicker with the red substance, Dark could see a hunched figure that was above something lying on the ground. Feeding time had begun; at least that’s what Dark believed at first.
Swiftly using his speed, he was soon standing beside this being and its victim. Realizing that it was no longer alone, they looked up with a look of satisfaction as their white teeth gleamed and the contrast of crimson blood glistened against them. Black hollow eyes stared into Dark’s and a small smile formed as they dropped the dead woman’s wrist from their grasp. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” it said mockingly.
It was then that Dark realized who this being was. The news had described them once before. The Valentine’s Murders. The killer who struck innocent women around this godforsaken month and bled them dry for the fun of it. The one who had caused such an uproar in both the human and supernatural world alike. Seeing this person standing there in front of him made him wonder if he should stop them, ignore them, or take part in this gory rampage.
Acting like they weren’t sure if Dark had heard them, the killer rose to their feet. Spreading their arms out wide, their voice rang out clearly in the silence of the night. “HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” it said again. “May the killing games begin once more!” And so it began again – and this time no one was safe.
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Post by Admin on Feb 20, 2013 4:09:32 GMT -5
With a little hop Pollynda kicked the stone that dared be in her path. She was in a foul mood tonight. Things with the club were going badly; she hadn't seen her human friends in what seemed like forever, even to her; and there was someone wreaking havoc about town.
People were afraid to leave their houses. The streets were nearly empty. Good blood was becoming hard to come by. After knowing the luxury of feeding on club patrons, having to go back to culling the homeless population of the city did not appeal to Pollynda's snobbish nature. The vagrants tended to be filthy and she didn't like getting her amazing gothic attire soiled.
Tonight she had donned her large red overcoat. Its heavy wool kept out the chill in the night air. February at night was cold no matter where you lived. The coat came down to her knees where it brushed the tops of her patent leather lace up high-heeled boots. Her boots made little clicking sounds as she walked down the alley. Even still she heard it. Insane words, "May the killing games begin once more!" With her attention pulled from her own contemplations she was able to smell the blood that likely went along with the maniacal words.
With superhuman speed she raced to the source of the blood. She skidded on her toes to a stop as she rounded a corner. The sight before her was certainly not what she was expecting.
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Post by Dark on Mar 3, 2013 4:09:33 GMT -5
Catching hold of a familiar scent, Dark’s attention was taken away from the gruesome scene around him. He smelled her before he saw her, but his initial reaction was that his mind was playing tricks on him again. But sure enough, eventually a familiar form came into view as well. It was Pollynda.
Even with her scent burning like a heavenly sweet venom throughout his senses, Dark still reacted in shock as she neared the scene. He wasn’t sure what to do or say – but she did look lovely in her red overcoat as she suddenly appeared before them. Her presence was a bittersweet sensation – one that left him mystified and uncertain. He didn’t like that feeling all that much, yet it remained all the same as he stared at her.
Dark wasn’t sure when it happened, but he was suddenly aware that Pollynda and him were alone. Looking around quickly, he could no longer find the being that he had met with moments before. All that remained was the corpse whose glazed eyes stared unseeing into the night. There was still the slight echo of dripping blood from the walls around them – but there was no sign of where the other creature had gone to.
Follow the screams and you will undoubtedly find me – and perhaps join in on some fun if you so desire. The choice is yours, but when you decide, I am only a scream away from your true freedom. These were the words that rang out in Dark’s mind – being given to him from the maniacal being who had left only moments before. He still must be close.
Despite not knowing what to say, a sudden scream rang out from a few streets away. I guess the killer was keeping true to his word and trying to entice him into the game. He still hadn’t decided whether he wanted to join or not – but he did feel rather famished from the lack of people he had been able to get his hands on. This other being seemed to have a knack for finding the lonely souls that seemed to be elusive to others.
The blood curdling screams still filled the air and Dark only looked back at Pollynda. The hell with it, he thought. “Care to join me for a late night snack?” It’s all he could think of at the moment as each scream reminded him of the wasted blood that the killer seemed to have such a disregard for. After all, he couldn’t be the only hungry one in the city with people being so sparse – could he?
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Post by Admin on Mar 3, 2013 18:38:21 GMT -5
Pollynda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dark used to be such a champion. Now he seemed immune to the screams of an innocent person being murdered. Over the years, Pollynda had loosened her morals around the concept of murder. It didn't bother her like it did when she was mortal. Often she wasn't adverse to being the one doing the killing. But for all her faults she never made her victims suffer. It was always quick.
The screams that rang out in the streets made her blood run cold. She had heard screams like that before--when she was mortal. So horrible were the memories that came flooding back that she was rooted to the spot. Her mouth agape at Dark's words and her breath coming in shallow gasps.
With stubborn determination she snapped herself back to reality. A mix of disgust and fury contorted her face. "What the hell happened to you? Don't encourage this lunatic. Its bad business for all of us supernaturals."
She chanced one last look at the scene the Valentine Killer had left. It was so much worse than the papers made it sound. She couldn't believe how much blood covered the scene. It dripped down the wall, pooled in expanding puddles on the ground. Nothing that was said in the news did it justice. Even without her heightened vampiric senses she would have been able to smell the blood, taste the metallic current on the breeze. With utter disgust she ran in the direction of the screams, not waiting for Dark to answer her question. She wanted this psycho off the streets. If she couldn't do it tonight, she would need to reach out for help.
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Post by starlessnight on Mar 7, 2013 23:01:30 GMT -5
The city had grown boring. It was hard to get enough to eat and from past experience, he didn't like going hungry. The cold, silent streets led nowhere and had slowly lost their shaded magic. There was no longer any spellbinding thrills to be had between the buildings. It was as if the place had become a giant empty lot. The humans were getting smarter.
He enjoyed the hunt; the smell of sweat mixed with fear and the taste of saliva mixed with skin. The intimacy of feeding and the satisfying sense of abandonment as the bodies hit the pavement. It was an unexplainable feeling, taking a life. The more inventive and gruesome the kill, the more it filled him and soothed his mind.
Naturally when Atorey discovered that some other creature with a far greater penchant for mutilating victims had come to the city, he was overjoyed. Finally, someone who was not afraid to get dirty. Someone who reveled in taking things just that much further, making it not just a meal, but a feast, a sport...a game.
He had yet to actually catch a glance of the 'new kid in town', but its declarations shot chills of anticipation up his spine. The screams it elicited from its victims were music to Atorey's ears and he could only bet that the scenes of the crimes were works of art.
Atorey moved quickly, following the delightful sounds of screaming. He had no idea if any other immortals were interested in playing with the new kid, but he hoped that if they were going to join in, he wasn't too late to sign up.
When he got to the source of the screams, he saw the creature bent over its victim. Blood was already painting the walls of the building. He inched closer, slowly, unsure if the new kid was willing to share. Atorey dragged his fingers through the blood on the bricks and then brought them to his lips. He trailed one digit along his tongue, in between the plastic of his piercings.
His tall black boots waded through the growing rivers of blood draining outward from the woman on the ground. The scent was intoxicating and the sight of her, bloodied beyond and growing quiet, brought a smile to his face.
"Somebody knows how to party." Atorey chuckled. He coated his fingers in more blood. "Mind if I come along for the ride?" He licked his fingers clean once more and then paused when he sensed the approach of another supernatural being. It was a scent he had never encountered before, strong and feminine. He glanced back at the creature. "Looks like I may not be the only one willing to have a good time."
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Post by Dark on Mar 12, 2013 16:41:45 GMT -5
Dark watched as Pollynda quickly disappeared in one swift movement. Her words still ringing in the small alleyway, Dark tried to shrug them off without letting it anger him. Who was she to question him after everything that had happened? She of all people should know. But shaking these dank thoughts from his mind, he decided to follow her anyways.
Skidding to a stop, Dark could sense more than just Pollynda and the unknown monstrosity he had the opportunity to meet moments ago. Someone else had decided to join in on this ghastly adventure. Deciding to hang back for a moment, he wondered who would get to the scene first and if the killer was still lurking about as well. He wondered how it would all pan out, all the while feeling a slight grin tug at the side of his lips. At least he wasn’t the only one interested in this killer’s current game of blood.
Whether with malicious intent for feeding and fun, or for trying to help the victims as Pollynda seemed to want to do, they all were brought together this night. Dark still hadn’t decided which he had come for, but the hunger in the pit of his soul was still thirsting for a meal. His senses could still almost taste the wasted blood that had filled the walls and he couldn’t quite shake the desire to go out to find a victim of his own. But for now he would wait in the shadows as always and see what these immortals before him would do when they finally met up at the next gruesome scene. He hoped it would be something fun and entertaining.
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Post by Admin on Mar 25, 2013 4:26:43 GMT -5
vHer outfit made it hard to run. She was still running faster than any human could, faster than their eyes could clearly follow. Her shoes were not made for any purpose other than looking pretty and her coat slowed the pumping of her arms and tangled in her thighs. She did her best to ignore all of this, but it still felt to Pollynda that she was running through water.
She followed the sound of the screams until they died off and she guessed at where they had originated from. She didn't slow down as she came around another corner. Indeed, she was halfway down the alley, coming upon another pair of vampires before she slowed to a casual walk.
Over the body of another victim was that terrible Valentine Killer. Two victims so close to each other, guy was getting bolder, more vicious. It looked like another vampire wanted in on the fun too. Even from a distance Pollynda could see that this new guy had no reservations about the carnage before him.
He looked close to be her own age but that was deceiving. She had the face and body of a seventeen year old girl but she was actually closer to fifty. She wasn't like some of her kind who had the ability to read minds, or to feel the age of another vampire. She didn't know who she was walking up to.
It didn't really matter to her though. Pollynda wasn't much capable of fear until there was something to be afraid of. She wasn't much for being cautious either. Right now her brain was preoccupied with a lot of: wtf. She was trying to fathom how these other vampires in her city couldn't see these killing as bad business.
"Boys..." She wanted to get their attention. "You need to cut this shit out. Your making a mess of my city--and I don't like it."
She wasn't sure that she would be able to take either one of them in a fight if it came to that, especially since she had no weapons, but she wasn't too concerned. Righteous fury made her feel invincible. She stopped several yards away from the newest carriage and waited for a response from the preternatural beings before her.
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Post by Dark on Apr 6, 2013 2:08:51 GMT -5
Dark was getting impatient. It seemed like everything was at a standstill. No one had said anything in response to Pollynda and the stupid grin pulling endlessly at the killer’s lips was starting to become annoying. You would think that his cheeks would eventually get tired of holding that smile. And what was he even waiting for and smiling about?
Just as Dark was about to step in, the killer randomly laughed. The eerie sound reverberated from the walls and the echoes only seemed to leave a chilling sensation in the air. Dark didn’t like it. If it disturbed him, he wondered how humans felt when they were subjected to it. Not that they would be around long after they heard it; but for that short period of time he was sure that it was left a deep impact on their psyche.
“So we have some contestants do we? The blood taste good enough for you? Well there’s plenty of it – and more to come before this night is through I assure you. Don’t worry, all can enjoy this little game of ours and I’m sure you’ll all come around eventually. Without a mess, there can be no room for growth. There are too many humans as it is; why not have a little feeding fun to even out the numbers?” Again the eerie laugh crawled its way from deep inside the blackened soul of this creature. His teeth shone sharply as he did so, but Dark’s senses only seemed to be annoyed by it. It was like finger nails on a chalk board – except in this case it found its way into your very core.
“So who should go first? I’ve already got two down. Well, two that you know of,” he said with another irritating smirk. He looked towards Atorey. “I know that you’re game. How about you first? Or would our brave little saviour here like to express her rage in a more – how should we say – creative way? Either one will do for me; just as long as you can keep up. No matter which of you begins in this foray, I’ll be sure to match you. Feed or fun...feed or fun! How interesting that these things can come together. But alas, I feel as though I am rambling. I shall give you a moment to decide. We only have a short time for this game – so no need to worry about the city being destroyed, my dear. We all need to eat after all.” He directed his last comment towards Pollynda – seeming to finally respond to her. Dark was sure from his experiences with her that she wasn’t going to like it.
As the wind seemed to pick up around them, the killer began to get more animated and restless. There was something about him that Dark didn’t like. It wasn’t the killing necessarily that bothered him; nor the callous way about him. There was something deeper that reminded Dark of something he had encountered before – something dark and something that should be avoided. This game was no longer something of interest. He was beginning to side with Pollynda’s approach to this creature. This game needed to be stopped before that dreaded feeling from his instincts found its way into their reality. Just how would they be able to go about it?
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Post by starlessnight on Apr 14, 2013 0:56:58 GMT -5
Atorey looked at Pollynda with a raised eyebrow. There always seemed to be a killjoy just waiting to poke its nose in. "Your city?" He had no intentions of claiming ownership of this place but it seemed a bit pretentious of the wench.
As soon as another supernatural made it to the scene, Atorey scowled. He wasn't really in the mood for a gathering. He wanted the fun promised by the monster situated an arms reach from him. What he certainly did not want was a crowd of nay-sayers or potential competition.
The newcomer seemed about to move when the monster laughed. The sound resounded in the small space and Atorey offered a smirk in response; a smirk that grew to a nasty grin when he noticed the effect it had on other male. Despite the crappy weather and the dullness of the city, he felt as though he'd finally found something worthwhile.
Atorey took the opportunity as the creature spoke to crouch down and stick his hand into the once breathing body against the wall. "I for one would very much enjoy seeing you lose it." Atorey said, motioning to Pollynda with his gore covered hand. "You look like the type to bottle it up so much that you could level half a block when stuck with a pin." He pressed his bloody finger to his lips before shifting his blue eyes to Dark. "You though...you could be fun."
With a flourish, Atorey stood and grinned, offering a good glimpse of his elongated canines and pushing back the folds of his yellow vinyl trench coat. "Let's say we draw straws to see who gets the pleasure of going first."
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Post by Dark on Apr 15, 2013 21:45:23 GMT -5
“Straws? Now I like the sounds of that,” chimed the killer with a childish glee before anyone else could say a word. “Let’s see here...no straws that I can see, but there’s always room to improvise!” Unfortunately, the killer’s “improvisation” wasn’t for the faint of heart. Even Dark was taken aback for a moment at the unexpected, yet creative way this killer thought. Going up to the dead corpse that bled out silently into the darkened alleyway, the killer grabbed hold of the woman’s hand and swiftly tore off three fingers with a loud sickening crack. The woman’s nails had been neatly polished with a coat of paint. She must have recently got her nails done. Scrapping the nail polish off of one of the fingers with his sharp nails, the killer only smiled as he held out the three bloody fingers with the nails hidden in his grasp. “There; straws! She’s not going to miss them in her current state. Now who would like to draw first? Whoever draws the one without nail polish is the one to begin! I can’t wait to see which one of you will win! You there in the shadows, why don’t you come out to play?”
Dark only looked back at the killer with cold eyes in response. The killer seemed to be having way to much fun already. Dark was sure that it was only going to get worse if he was allowed to continue. But at the same time, it wouldn’t be long before it was all over. Should he agree to the terms, or just take down this evil creature with the help of Pollynda? If the two of them happened to slip up and he got away though, then death would still befall the city. He debated this conundrum as he remained at a distance. What would be the lesser of two evils?
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Post by bloodangel666 on May 8, 2013 0:18:41 GMT -5
Stumbling blindly through the city streets he could barely think, let alone remember what had happened. One minute he had her in his arms, the next he had lost all of his senses and blacked out... No.. He didn't black out, the memories would bombard him, strike him down like the raw spike it felt like, as it always did.
He was nearly naked and struggled down an alleyway, finding a dead homeless man stinking and clutching his precious bottle of firewater that had been the death of him. The man had not been long dead but he wore three coats, the middle of which seemed his size and so he took it and hid his trim, sleek body within it's cloth. He shuddered, hating to leave the man there. Where was his family? Who cared about this man? Was it only he, who felt pity and empathy for this lost soul of the city?
He made his way out onto the street, not noticing the people around him or the throng of traffic as it throbbed by like the life blood it was, the veins to the city. The city bled that night, as it always seemed to when the sun went down and the lights went out. He never travelled by day anymore, too ashamed of himself and usually too drunk to face the light of a pounding headache from the hangover sure to ensue.
Slowly he edged his way passed another alleyway, holding onto the brick for dear life as the memories, the visions returned as he dreaded. He wanted to scream as his vision became clouded in a crimson haze and screams filled his ears. It was then he dropped to his knees, his steely grey eyes filled with pain and regret. But he could smell it, clear as any; A coppery smell. Blood. Not a memory, real blood, coming from the alley. He turned his head, unsure of what he saw as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
Four people stood there, two drenched in blood. The other two stood aloof in the shadows. The one had a comical smile, it almost brought one to his own face.
What was he holding? His stomach retched at the realization. Fingers. Human fingers. He opened his mouth to say something, glass digging into his palm as he ran the fingers of his other hand through his stark white hair. It was then he saw the woman, torn to shreds in the back of the alley, he had seen worse but the memories kept coming and soon the memory of the sickening smell returned and he vomited.
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Post by Admin on May 8, 2013 2:27:53 GMT -5
It wasn't until she heard the retching noise that Pollynda realized that another person had stumbled upon their gruesome tableau. Just wonderful, she thought sarcastically. The sound made her own stomach tie itself in knots.
She let disgust contort the features of her face. She was getting more and more pissed off at these stupid vampires. They acted like lunatics that had just been turned. Reveling in the powers of their new bodies and feeling free from conscience.
And they were taunting her now too?
She walked forward with purposeful strides. Her heels making clicking sounds that echoed around the walls of the enclosed space. She walked right up to the valentine killer and made as if to draw one of his "straws". Instead she grabbed them all and tossed them onto the corpse at their feet. She wasn't sure that when she engaged she would have the support of Dark, who was undeniably stronger than she was, but she trusted that he wouldn't fight against her. She trusted in the shared history they had.
Righteous fury made her hands curl into fists. She wished that she had some kind of power beyond super speed and enhanced strength. Something like the ability to manipulate fire or telekinesis. They would giver her an edge she would likely desperately need. She looked to the Asian vampire, "You want to see me lose it? 'Cuz you're about to."
And that was when another oh shit moment happened.
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Post by starlessnight on May 9, 2013 21:53:19 GMT -5
Atorey wasn't sure what to make of the sound of another person lurking nearby. He may have liked antagonizing others and he was most certainly interested in this whole game, but he wasn't an absolute idiot. He had no intentions of being ganged up on and took a step back, away from the killer and the corpse.
When the woman moved forward with a scowl on her face, he tensed, feeling the cold gust of wind on the exposed skin of his neck and the thin strip of skin showing between his shorts and boots weaving in through the gap in his coat. He lowered his brows and lifted his lip, eyeing her every move. If it were possible, his hands probably would have grown clammy.
It seemed she was more intent on the monster than him at the moment, so he took the chance to glance to her companion. He had so far made no move and Atorey wasn't sure if he could count on the stranger or be wary of him as well. If things went south, he was sure the killer would flee and he had no intention of relying on the other being he had yet to lay eyes on.
His blue eyes watched intently as the woman reached out toward the creature's hand and the fingers clutched within it. Atorey figured there was no way she was going to actually play this game and was proven correct when she flung all of the digits away toward the corpse. Her comment caused him to scoff and roll his eyes. "A bit dramatic don't you think?" Atorey asked, his slight accent more defined through his clenched teeth.
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Post by Dark on May 14, 2013 1:02:27 GMT -5
The killer laughed. “See you lose it? That’s not dramatic; that’s just stupidity!” Just as the laugh had suddenly lit the killer’s face with a cackling grin, it quickly was replaced with a serious and menacing look.
That’s when the Oh shit moment occurred. Faster than eyes could see, the killer lashed out his hand and grabbed sharply at Pollynda’s neck. Squeezing tighter and tighter, his sharp nails began to dig themselves into her soft skin. His eyes glowed; almost like a deep ember of fire had ignited in them. That’s when it seemed like the demon had finally come alive inside of this creature. Its strength only seemed to grow as his grip tightened.
Fortunately for Pollynda, this moment was not going to be her last – not if Dark had any say about it. Flashing forth from the shadows as he saw the killer’s hand snake towards Pollynda, he mentally told the other poor retching fellow to collect himself so that he too could join in the battle against this dark foe. Dark wasn’t sure if he had need of his help as of yet, but it was always better to have safety in numbers when battling the unknown.
Not even thinking of himself, Dark flung himself full force into the killer. He felt the killer sway as he was knocked off balance and for a moment the clutch on Pollynda’s throat eased slightly. Hopefully it was enough to put Pollynda back into action.
With eyes glowing blue with intensity to match that of the killer’s, Dark focused on him though his senses kept a watchful eye on the other creature as well. Teeth protruding as he growled and prepared himself for battle, he could feel all his anger rising to the surface.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Dark found himself saying to the killer. It had been awhile since he had been in a worthy fight. He wasn’t sure if the other fellow would be there to back him up, but as he saw the killer’s gaze gravitate towards him, Dark was ready. Perhaps this would even hold a bit of fun for the both of them.
Dark taunted him again; wanting the killer’s attention solely on him and not on Pollynda. “This town isn’t where you belong. And in case you haven’t notice; Valentines’ Day is overrated!” With that Dark struck first. Not thinking or planning, Dark went on instinct and only had one mission – to give the killer the justice that he deserved.
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Post by bloodangel666 on May 16, 2013 2:07:43 GMT -5
He could hear voices in his head, not the voices that plagued him so vividly. It was a man's voice, familiar in it's own way to what he had come across before; but different, a new voice of someone he had never met. This was no ordinary back alley fight. This was no ordinary bloodletting. He had known blood shed and the joyousness of a vampire lover. He had known the life he had run from and now found himself back inside the pit he had so desperately dug himself out of.
Slowly he wiped his mouth, rich bile still coating his tongue and throat. It was a cry of help, not a pride fallen 'Help', but a seeming extension of battle. He gathered himself, silently cursing the visions that still plagued him. He could be sick and wallow in self pitty later. Later... Always there was later. Never a right now.
Silent as the grave, he appeared into the shadows and wrapped his arms around the creature's. He held him in place as the other man struck, giggling eerily "If you're the Valentine's killer, you're in need of a little lovin'"
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Post by Admin on Jun 3, 2013 2:06:32 GMT -5
The killers fingers tightened even more around Pollynda's fragile throat. Desperately she tried to drag air into her lungs even as she felt her windpipe crushing. In her head she began to panic. In a still rational part of her mind she was certain that a lack of oxygen wouldn't be enough to kill her, but she had yet to conquer all of the fears she retained from when she was mortal. Suffocation, spiders, and extreme heights were enough to immobilize her or cause a very girly scream.
Suddenly the killer stumbled and she was able to get a lick of air down her throat. The pain was extreme as the oxygen expanded the soft tissue that was now trying to heal in the absence of pressure. The killer's hand was still wrapped around her throat but her brain was back on track.
Prying the single hand off her throat took both of hers. It was difficult because of the blood that made her fingers slick. She prevailed, and when she was free she sagged to her knees, the bottom of her coat bunching up around her. She took another deep breath, this one easier because of her accelerated healing abilities.
This Valentine's Killer was taking hearts. In her city! Pollynda knew there was only one way that she would be satisfied. She would take his.
With fury fueling her movements she went to help Dark and this new stranger overcome the filth that was menacing the city she called home.
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Post by Dark on Jun 4, 2013 16:02:44 GMT -5
Dark was thankful to see that the other immortal had come to aid in their efforts. Watching as he wrapped his arms around the killer’s, Dark wondered what was the best way to defeat this enemy of theirs. In the meantime, he struck useless blows; he knew they wouldn’t do much but at least it was something to keep the killer in place as he thought of something else to do. From the corner of his eye, Dark saw Pollynda regain her composure and sense that she was coming closer. He could sense her anger towards the killer as well – something that he was sure would be of use. But as he took his eyes off of the killer for a moment, it was that split second that would cost him his victory. Pollynda always did find a way to distract him. He had forgotten about that. With a small window of opportunity, the killer took this as a chance to make a move of his own. Seeming to make his body almost melt out of the grasp of the immortal – who was even holding on pretty tight after retching only moments before. Once free of the creature’s grasp, the killer seemed to disappear for a moment and reappeared probably about 10 feet from where Dark stood. Not letting surprise get a hold of him, Dark bared his teeth at the killer and began to rush towards him. Unfortunately, another surprise was in store for him. Not paying attention to what the others were doing or about to do, Dark used his super speed to make his way over to the killer. He didn’t want him getting away again. But as he reached out for the killer, he again disappeared just as Dark’s hand raked the air where he had previously been. This time Dark couldn’t help but be surprised. He was moving at super speed so how did the killer just randomly disappear like that? The sound of laughing filled the alleyway – as if sound was being projected all around them. “You’re going to have to do better than that, my dears. Catch me if you can!” the taunting voice called out. The alley then went silent. Dark didn’t know where the killer had gone, but this wasn’t going to be the end. He would hunt down this creature and put an end to his menacing ways. The scent was still lingering around them. He would start with that trail and hope that more victims wouldn’t befall the city before he caught up to him. Looking to Pollynda to make sure she was alright, he turned his attention to the remaining immortal who seemed to have been so willing to help the killer. Trying to judge what to do with him or to just let him go on his way, it was conflicting not to just kill him on the spot. Time would tell with this creature...but catching the killer was more important at the moment. “Let’s go catch a killer,” Dark said to the others. With that, the hunt was on once again.
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Post by starlessnight on Jun 5, 2013 17:37:07 GMT -5
Atorey watched the battle with rapt fascination. It seemed futile to fight something with so much power. The woman went down easily enough but the other two pulled the killer away. It was of little surprise when Pollynda rose to join in the fight despite the crushing grip to her throat.
In all honesty, Atorey was loath to play the 'hero' role. He wasn't a coward, he just liked to side with whoever had the most going for them. He was not a big enough idiot to get involved on either side while the fighting was happening. Even if he did take a hit at the killer, the others would most likely think he was after them. It was not worth the headache of getting ganged up on.
When he heard the first male on the scene suggest rushing after the vanishing creature, he let his eyebrow rise and crossed his arms. He was unsure if what he had to say would do any good but he figured it was worth a shot. "Catch it? You'd have better luck rounding up all the humans in the city and stowing them away somewhere. It seems a fools errand running around trying to bring that thing down. Besides, chasing it will pull you into it's game. Since you seemed pretty uninterested before, it seems odd that you'd give it what it wants now." He grinned, showing off his fangs while the wind whipped his bangs into his eyes.
He pushed his hair aside and then jammed a thumb at the corpse against the wall. "That'll happen ten-fold if you go gallivanting after this killer. He'd probably find it funny to leave you a trail. Just let him get this out of his system and maybe he'll get bored and leave."
Atorey chanced taking a couple steps closer. His platform boots slapping on the damp concrete. He would never have believed he'd be the one trying to give voice to reason. It must have been a cold day in hell.
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Post by bloodangel666 on Jun 5, 2013 23:05:54 GMT -5
His face hardened, his eyes dull as the killer broke his grasp. A game, it was all some sort of game that this creature was playing. The man rolled up his sleeves, wiping the blood off his hands that had transfered from the killer's. He watched the dark haired man and the pretty lass try to catch the slippery bastard to no avail. What was that creature? He had met demons alike but not so playful as this one. Perhaps it was a demon of some kind.
He shook his head when the dark haired man suggest they chase after him, his eyes falling on the strange platform wearing creature. He had to laugh, this night had been shit, and now it was turning around and becoming fun. His head was still a little woozy and his stomach sensitive but he was better than he had been.
He walked over to the enraged young lady and produced a rose out of thin air, offering it to her.
"It's a cold day in hell when a beautiful woman is mistreated thusly," His voice soft and low. His gaze wandered over the other two men. "Maybe we should unwind a little before we decide on what to do next?"
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Post by Dark on Jun 26, 2013 1:11:50 GMT -5
Dark felt a surge of anger at seeing the other creature making a move towards Pollynda. Though he didn't know where they even stood anymore, it didn't mean that there wasn't something between them, at least on his side. But he had to remember that the past shouldn't reflect the future and that maybe what they had was gone from sight - just like the light that quickly faded from those who had been so quickly drained of life that night.
Taking the two immortals' thoughts into consideration for a moment, Dark wasn't use to this whole "group" concept. He was used to doing things on his own. But if they were to stop this killer, it would take more than his strength and powers to stop him. He could try it on his own, but his instincts told him that it was better to have back up in this situation if they were willing.
"So what would you have us do? Sit around, maybe have a house party, and just kick it back for a bit? Naw, this killer doesn't seem like the type to be ignored. If we don't go after him, I'm sure that he will find a way to us. If that be the case, we should find an area that we all know well enough to have it work in our favor." Pausing for a moment and trying not to let the sight of the rose get him riled up, he turned his attention to Pollynda. "Pollynda, what are your thoughts in this? Go after him, or find a way to stake it out until he comes to us? If the latter, what about The Fray or Retermositoa? Would either of those work? Whatever we all decide, I don't think we should wait long. The night is darkest before the dawn...and the dawn seemed quite a way off."
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Post by Admin on Jul 7, 2013 1:22:58 GMT -5
The crazed killer had escaped their grasp and was once again on the loose. Pollynda felt further anger well inside. She managed to keep back the scoff that was threatening to break free from her lips at Dark’s arrogant remark about catching the killer. If they couldn’t even hold onto the vampire because he was faster than all of them, how in the world were they going to catch him?
Attory spoke and Pollynda agreed with some of his valid points. But she didn’t like the idea of the killer continuing in her town. She had never met this striking vampire before tonight but didn’t think that he was a resident of her city. Of course he would be ok with the citizens being slaughtered—he had no emotional connection to the place.
Before she could voice her opinions the newest member to join them approached her and manufactured a rose from thin air. Pollynda was taken by surprise at the gift and his words. She knew she was beautiful, and always would be. After becoming a vampire at the age of seventeen she would always have the body of a young woman and a face that was in the midst of a change between adult and child.
She twirled the stem between her fingers as he continued on, also making valid points on their current situation. Her attention was focused on the slow dance of the petals as Dark spoke up again. He seemed angry, just like her. Pollynda was fairly surprised that he would be so indignant about the situation, but then, Dark always did have a sense of justice.
She brought the rose closer to her face and inhaled its scent. It didn’t quell the tide of anger inside her, but it did giver her something minute to focus on, keeping her from lashing out and hindering more than helping.
When Dark was finished speaking she took a moment to choose her words carefully. She didn’t want her anger to cause unneeded tension. For all the chaos that had ensued, she was very glad to see him.
“I think Attory’s right and we should refrain from chasing after him. He’s too fast for me, anyways.” She looked at the vampire she had named, “Yet, I won’t leave him to decimate my city. I just can’t do it. There are people in this city that I won’t risk loosing to that creep.
“What we need is help--serious help. This is a big city. If we could get more vampires to be on the lookout for this guy it would make it easier to pin him down. I think we need a kind of vampire neighbourhood watch.” She couldn’t keep the smirk from her face, her crimson lips lifting at one corner, as she acknowledged that the idea was a little bit ludicrous.
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Post by starlessnight on Jul 10, 2013 21:19:57 GMT -5
Atorey hid the slight surprise he felt at Pollynda's agreement behind a scowl. It amazed him that there was at least one other sane being surrounding him. He had not expected to encounter others and he had most certainly not expected to gain some sort of rapport. It seemed that needed to be corrected. Other people were trouble and he'd been in enough of that to last for his bleak eternity.
"Look, I'm no white knight woman. I didn't come here to get mixed up in a hunt when I would rather be doing something better with my time. If your friends can't help themselves then they're obviously lesser beings. I don't normally go around saving my food." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I would definitely need some convincing to go on guard duty. I was trying to alleviate my boredom, not add to it."
The wind picked up the scent of the already decaying body. It hadn't taken long, even in the cold, for the bugs to start clinging to it. Atorey scrunched up his nose in distaste and spat to remove the foul taste from his mouth. He was hoping that whatever they decided it would be quickly. He didn't care much for hanging around corpses.
He moved closer to the group and ended up standing beside the most gallant of the three. Atorey's blue eyes carefully regarded the angry immortal. So long as the vamp didn't take a swing at him, he was going to stay there...upwind of the mess on the concrete.
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Post by bloodangel666 on Sept 27, 2013 23:52:34 GMT -5
The stranger stiffened himself up, looking toward the sky. He wished for the sweet release of tension in the air by way of rain.
"I have nothing against either plan if you will all have me along... I've had a long night and I welcome the distraction...." A gentle smile crossed his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. Personally all he wanted was some mouth wash and maybe a drink or two along with some mouth wash. Maybe a new set of clothes. He hadn't much use of this creature they called the Valentines Killer, but it pulled at his heart to see the way that poor woman had been torn apart. The way that the beautiful woman close to him could have also been. He had a feeling that the man across the way, the one in shadow, wouldn't have let it happen without a fight. It was possible, before this night was through, he would see just how much this woman meant to him. Oddly enough he extended a warm hand to the man whom he regarded as bored with life. "James," He said curtly, extending a tanned arm.
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