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Post by alessandra on Jan 15, 2010 10:17:03 GMT -5
Leaning on the banister, Allessandra was watching the crowd when a soft voice spoke by her elbow. Glancing over her shoulder, she recognized the woman she'd seen talking with Erik Kincaid and the cueball the last time she'd been in Wicked. Stiffening automatically as the other woman spoke, AJ opened her mouth to blast her but then tamped down her temper as she realized it really wasn't her fault she'd been stupid that evening. Sighing warily, she shrugged her shoulders instead and leaned on the wooden railing again.
"Uh... Yeah... well.... I'm just hear to meet a friend. I'm not here to cause trouble. I wasn't the other evening either but unfortunately... I don't like being grabbed and it triggered my temper. Its not normally something that happens but... there you have it. I know Kincaid and Lexi also so I'm trying to stay under the radar.... There will be no trouble from me so...."
Just as she finished speaking, her gaze went towards the front door and what she saw chilled her veins. Just in front of the entryway, a mass of "people" were storming into the crowded bar and a few were grabbing at standing patrons as they crashed the party.
"HOLY SHIT! VAMPIRES" she hissed. "I think your friends got worse problems than me to worry about! Please tell me you all have weapons behind that bar! All hells about to break loose and we need to get armed."
Then, seeming to realize who she was talking to, the petite brunette glanced sideways and frowned.
"AHHHHHh... HELL!! YOUR A CIVILIAN AREN"T YOU? Damn it.... I thought they only hired hunters and suppies in here... " she snarled before giving her what she hoped was a confident smile. "Take my word for it, things are going to get bloody. If you don't know how to fight, find somewhere to hid and DON"T COME OUT UNTIL YOU HEAR SOMEONE YOU TRUST CALLING! "
Seeing the disbelief flash over the woman's face, AJ sighed and held on to her patience even as her mind was already throwing itself into battle mode.
"Come on, girl. If you can face Erik and Ty.. This is childs play ... but its not a joke. You need to move and move NOW! I'll guard your back until you get to safety."
Then, as screams and shouts rang out through the club, AJ thanked god she'd worn her boots as she sprang into action and grabbed up a long necked beer bottle from a nearby table and busted it so that it shattered and left a jagged weapon in her hand.
Looking back at Kayla, she snarled just as the man grinned at them from below and lept up to grab the waitress by the foot under neath the rail. Reaching out, AJ yanked the woman from the hissing creatures grip and slashed out with the bottle just as he tried to scramble over the top of the railing. It wailed and gagged as blood spurted from its torn neck and then it toppled backwards.
"MOVE!!" she shouted above the mass of terror that was now raining through out the club. "GO!! GO!! HURRY!!!" (Kayla, since I knew you were a civilian and don't know about the supernatural, I had AJ kind of see that on your face. Since all hell is breaking loose I had her move things along but I can change anything if you don't like it or whatever. I don't know if Kayla has her guns or anything at the club? If so I thought maybe AJ could help you get to them or whatever?? Up to you!)
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Jessie Coulter ♬
Admin
Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 15, 2010 10:50:44 GMT -5
By the saints and the heavens above, there were just times in ones life when you questioned the fates that lead to singular moments. This was one of those times as suddenly, the world burst apart at the seams around her. Turning away from Ty, Jess was just in time to see a swarm of creatures overwhelm the bouncers at the door and flood into the inter sanctums of the club. Instantly, she knew these were no average "humans" because they had already elogated teeth and a man grabbed one hapless lady just inside and proceeded to sink its teeth deep into her jugular.
"Oh god...TY! LOOK OUT!" she shouted just before one of the leaders reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder. Yanking her around so that her back slammed into his front, the vampire laughed evilly even as others tore past them and into the crowd of New Years Eve party goers.
Struggled wildly, the huntress dropped her weight out from the man's arms just as teeth tried to sink into her throat and caught only the fleshy part. As skin tore and pain ripped through her neck, Jess cursed her own stupidity for playing dress up tonight of all nights. Panic tried to enroach but she fought it off as she forced herself to think.
Putting her full weight back on her feet, she launched herself upwards to nail the top of her head into the bastards chin and then brought the heel of her boot down on the inside of his arch. As he howled in rage and pain, she slammed her head backwards again and felt a nose snap as she hit her target. When the grip on her lessened, she used the man's own weight to flip him over her shoulder and then hiked her skirt up to pull a wicked looking blade from its thigh sheath. With a downward slice, she disposed of one attacker and then put her hand to her neck to tamp back the flow of blood. She could tell it was more than it should be but he hadn't severed an artery so a bandage would have to wait. She had a job to do.
Jumping to her feet, she surveyed her surrounding area and growled. All around her she could see fighters engaged in a life or death struggle and knew there would be no help coming. She, at least, had training and half a chance of survival while most of the poor saps in the club didn't have any understanding of the parasite that had descended into their midst.
"Stupid bloodsuckers!" she snarled, jumping towards another who was attempting to feed on a young woman. "Leave her alone, you evil SOB!"
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Azrael
*Angel*
Fallen Archangel
Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Jan 15, 2010 11:26:40 GMT -5
Well, tonight was just turning out to be peachy, was it?!First Lexi's husband wanted to try and murder him, and now to top it all off, Mike apparently had to show his heavenly ass up. Did Az have all the bad luck in the universe under his wing or something? Right now, it seemed almost as if nothing else could really go wrong.
Grumbling, Az glared at Mike insolently. "You know Mike, you have perfect timing..." he mumbled with heavy sarcasm. He crossed his arms, his think and viscous anger starting to brew beneath the surface of his restrained demeanor.
And then of course Lexi decided to interfere with the situation too, though Az would hardly call her interference unwelcome. She radiated power and authority that mirrored his own, and quickly took command of what was soon to probably turn into a huge barroom brawl. Ordering them all to the cover of somewhere more private, he followed obediently, trying to keep the fragile peace. Of course though, that didn't stop him from throwing a few dirty looks at Max.
That pathetic little human wanted to take away his family, the family he had just found. It was like, after all this time, he had finally found a footing in this world, a purpose, and here Max was trying to pull the carpet from under his feet. If Max continued on like this, he was going to learn the hard way why you didn't mess with angels, nevertheless Azrael, an Archangel of all things. Of course, yes, he was currently a somewhat depowered Archangel, but that didn't stop him from being one powerful being that you just didn't want to fuck with. Period.
"Look at you, thinking of yourself as all high and mighty," Jasper chuckled lightly. "You need to have a little more tact. Something tells me that hothead isn't going to respond to brute force anymore than you will."
The truth in those words was pretty evident. "I know..." Azrael conceded. "But what can I say? I'm Death. I don't have any tact!" Tact was for humans, not angels. And considering all his time on earth, Az was actually showing a lot of tact.
When they finally settled into their own private and solitary room, Az stormed off to the opposite side of the room from Max, trying to keep his distance. He wanted this to work, which meant keeping things civil. And the more distance between them, probably the more likely this thing was to go at least somewhat smoothly, if only barely.
"Okay, so what do we do now?" He leaned back against the wall of the room, his arms crossed stubbornly. "Cause I can reassure you Max, I am not going to leave this alone, unless of course Lexi here orders me off. As much as this is your family, it's also mine, and I've been through too much grief for it for you to just order me off. Heaven or Hell, I'm staying. Period. So deal with it." Nice, short, and sweet.
Suddenly Az's senses picked up, the edges of his mind screaming danger. Something was wrong, very wrong. Physically he couldn't discern anything yet, but his own angelic senses knew danger when they felt it. And right now, they were basically sending up a big-ass warning sign a mile wide. He kept his composure, if only to keep the tense situation from exploding. Something told him any quick movement were likely to have Max try to kill him. He's take this warning on the passive, knowing that if anything tried to touch Lexi or Max, Az would be there to tear it to shreds.
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Curse Jordan
*Hunter*
Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Jan 15, 2010 12:01:04 GMT -5
Location:Main floor, back bar Tags: Jo, openish Smiling down at his wife, Curse pulled her close and then pretended to think. In all honesty, he'd already made plans for the next day just her and him but he'd also brought along a little gift.
"Our anniversary you say? Hmmm... I think i forgot!" he teased before getting a poke for his efforts. "Oh yeah... that's right. Our first year anniversary huh? What a lucky devil am i?"
Since the music was ending and the DJ was taking over, the hunter slung an arm around his wife and lead her off the dance floor. Reaching the bar at the back of the club, he ordered them both a drink and then gave Jo a wink. Reaching into his pocket, Curse pulled out a slim jeweler's box and handed it to her. Inside laid a beautiful bracelet of gold with two tiny baby booties, a ring and, of course, a small shotgun.
"I hope you like it... I wasn't sure what to get for you but Lexi suggested you might like something symbolic. The jeweler thought I was nuts when I told him I wanted a gun to put on there."
Suddenly, screams and shouts rang out above the noise of hte music. Freezing in place, Curses gaze shot towards the front of the club and then swore to beat the band. Something bad was obviously going down as the party goers paniced and began to stampede for the nearest exits.
"Shit! Jo! I hope you got some sort of weapon on cause I think we're going ot need it."
As soon as those words left his mouth, a tall, dark haired gentleman stepped up on the stage and his words rang out.
“Now the party can begin...”
Glaring, Curse was already pulling his gun out of its holster under his jacket coat and checking the chamber.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?" he yelled over the confusion. "That aint Erik or Lexi unless they've both had plastic surgery in the last 15 minutes!
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 15, 2010 12:15:30 GMT -5
Lexi could feel the anger rolling off Max and it sparked her own. By the time they reached the back room, she was fair to sparkling with frustrated fury and she leveled both Az and her husband with a look. Mike had dropped back to let them have a "family" moment and for that she was grateful. No one else needed to know what was going on here. It would only make things more complicated and she certainly didn't need that.
Before she could say anything however, Az was speaking to Max and she could tell he was restraining himself for her behalf. That made her feel a bit more level headed but not much. She knew her husband had reason's to feel like he did and she respected that but she'd been to long in not understanding herself or her roots to let him push Az completely away.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other things in mind because no sooner than the angel had quiet talking then a tremor went through her of foreboding. Evil seemed to seep into every corner of her club and it was a feeling she knew well. Paling almost to the color of snow, she reached out and grabbed Max's arm as she struggled to contain her sudden fear and terror.
Glancing upwards at him, she whispered only one word.
"LUKA!"
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Post by tyrese on Jan 15, 2010 15:36:01 GMT -5
So there he was, purely content to stand there and let himself be made fun of by the familiar slip of a girl. Seeing her face brought up a whole mess of not-so-painful memories and…well, truth be told, it was nice to have someone from his past pop in and remind him of the good times. Sure, most of them involved decapitation and bloody mayhem, but there was nothing better than a bit of death, as far as he could tell. He was just starting to let himself feel the distant thump of the club music, tendons and muscles slowly uncoiling and his irritation lifting. A glance around the room had his eyes lingering on a certain slim, mousy form hightailing it back into the crowd and right then, for a split second in an atmosphere that took on an almost comfortable undertone, he got his very first urge to ask someone to dance in over 200 years.
And then, as usual, some kind of disaster had to befall the club. Gods, why was it that every time a guy started to relax and have a good time, evil vampires had to storm the castle and attempt to lay siege? C’mon now…was he really living in some sort of random horror flick?
…Okay, so he wasn’t going to answer that one. Just cue up the damn eerie music and the party could really get itself started.
One arm shot out as Jessie was hauled forward and whatever modicum of relaxation that he’d been feeling was quickly replaced by the usual mixture of anger, irritation and utter bloodlust. Before he could reach his friend, however, two hissing vampires- yes, they were actually HISSING…Gods, save him from cliché monsters- appeared to either side and proceeded to attempt to bring him down.
Yes, please save him from cliché monsters. As if they were dealing with a normal mortal bouncer. Oh, he was going to have some real fun tonight.
With a boom of throaty laughter, Ty managed to catch one of his would-be attackers by the throat and made short time of crushing the pale thing’s scrawny throat. In a grip much more powerful than your average psycho’s, it was just as easy to squeeze hard until bones splintered in his hand and lift up his free arm to block a blow to his head. Wood splintered on his shoulders, chips cutting into the soft fabric of his coat.
And that’s when he REALLY got pissed off. Dammit, the first suit he’d bought since Nixon was in power and some godsdamn vampire goes and godsdamn rips the godsdamn thing? OH HELL NO.
Eyes narrowed, pupils constricted and lips pulled up into a feral snarl as the skinwalker plowed into the fight. He hadn’t kept any of his more useful knives because, Gods strike him down, he’d actually thought that it would be an uneventful night, but a piece of a broken metal barstool would work just as fine.
His head swiveled and he caught sight of Jessie off to the side, holding her own in a battle. He trusted that the huntress could handle herself, but something in the back of his mind whispered about another woman who might not be so lucky. The metal rod swinging back and forth like an impromptu battering ram, vampires went flying left and right as he wadded through the crowd. Some people were fighting, others were dying, but he had one face in mind as his eyes scanned the sea of faces.
Ah, the sweet smell of fear. On any other day and in any other place, it would be like perfume to his senses. Someone had gone and infiltrated his brother’s home and they would be punished. Soon.
But lo, what familiar voice practically boomed from the balcony above him? Looking up, he caught sight of AJ and Kayla, at the vampires swarming the stairs after them as they ran. Yes, they just had to be on that top level, where the stairs offered a gauntlet for any who dared climb. Oh well, he always relished a challenge.
The metal rod resumed its ram-duties, sending bodies flying as he fought to reach the stairs. But, almost halfway to his destination, some of the more adventurous monsters forfeited the stairs in favor of climbing the walls like psychotic monkeys. He watched as one was killed by the irritating woman from the night before- whom he was definitely holding some healthy, albeit grudging respect for, after that little show- and cursed as more began to swarm on the upper level. When one got too close to the two women, Ty let his metal rod fly, the sharp end catching a vampire clean through its temple.
So, great…the women were, for the moment, alright as they ran full steam down the railing. But now he didn’t exactly have a weapon. Oh, goody gumdrops. His stance becoming defensive, he turned to face another group of would-be enemies, hands curling into fists.
“Come on!” He growled, facing yet another vampire, wearing what he knew to be a similarly blood crazed look on his face. “Let’s see what you’ve got. I think I hear Hades calling your name; can’t keep the big man waiting!”
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Post by Natalya Valentine on Jan 15, 2010 22:48:47 GMT -5
Natalya smiled as Eliot took the drink from her, glad that he wasn't upset about being seemingly blown off at the graveyard that night. However, she glared at him when he asked about Mike and whether he was giving her the cold shoulder or not. But then, she sighed, realizing that Eliot seemed to be right. Hell, he hadn't even really acknowledged her presence. I don't know Eliot. It's like whenever it seems I'm making some headway and we seem to get close, Mike shuts down and backs off. I just wish that.... she began to explain when she heard the screams from behind her, but before she could turn around, she was grabbed by the hair, pulled back to look up into the eyes of a bloodsucker.
Natalya screamed at the blinding pain in her head at her hair being pulled so hard, her drink slipping from her hand and crashed to the floor. Kicking up her left boot, she grabbed something out of it as she twisted, her hair still in the vamp's grip. She bit back another scream as she stood up straight, popping the top on a vial of red liquid. She then grabbed the vamp's throat, causing it to let go of her hair, then poured the red liquid down the vamp's throat. Choke on that you fugly son of a bitch, she hissed through clenched teeth, watching as the vampire stumbled back, choking horribly on the liquid from the vial - dead man's blood.
Lifting her leg again, Natalya pulled a three pack vials from it, tossing it to Eliot. DON'T JUST STAND THERE!!! USE 'EM!!! she screamed as she disappeared into the crowd of people, saving those she could pull from the grasps of the vamps, fighting as hard as she can go. So much for a fun night out, Natalya thought to herself as she pulled a woman from the clutches of a vamp before punching the bloodsucker in the mouth.
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Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 15, 2010 23:09:00 GMT -5
Ah, the sweet smell of New Years; one-third party time, one-third good intentions and one-third chaos. It was like Christmas, Thanksgiving, St. Patty's Day and Friday night all rolled into one big, loud, joyful night.
And damn if he didn't love the sound. Now, if only it didn't usher in another full year of fighting off demons and other baddies, while trying not to get killed and/or see friends and family torn to shreds. Oh, happy day, he was in such a mood. NOT.
Pulling his jacket tighter around himself to kick out the cold, Dean trudged down the street, busy with happy partygoers and even happier tourists getting their camera fix. All in all, the last thing that he should've been was in such a foul ass mood. He was alive, he was breathing, he was kicking demon ass on a daily basis...and yet, there he was, grumbling, growling and thinking his dark little thoughts as he made his way toward Wicked.
So sue him if the events of the past year sans a few good times and some ground gained made him wonder what all the hooplah was about. It wasn't like next year was offering something world shattering awesome. People weren't going to stop killing each other, demons weren't about to start singing Hallelujah and going Ghandi; no, things were going to be the same tomorrow as they were today. Hell, most people didn't even keep those New Years Resolutions everyone clamors over making! What was the point?!
...Yeesh, the point was that he really, REALLY needed a heavy dose of booze, sexy music...and a certain sexy huntress who never failed to take his mind off of things. As his hands burrowed deeper into his pockets, scarred fingers closed around a simple velvet box and, for the first time since he waved Jessie off as she left to scout out her friends, a smile slid onto his lips.
Hmm, maybe New Years wasn't as doom and gloom as he thought. He could just imagine the look on Jessie's face when he handed her birthday gift over. He'd already given her an impromtu 'I'm happy you were born' this morning, but according to others, tangible gifts were even better. So, after saying goodbye to her, he'd shot on over to a jewlery store and...well, the rest was history. God, he couldn't wait to see the play of emotion over that sweet face. The surprise, curiosity, happiness--
Fear? What the fuckin' hell?!
As Dean rounded the corner that would lead him to the club, he was caught in a mob of screaming dancers that came pouring out of the building's doors. Women were crying, men were bleeding and if the noise coming from inside were any clue, there was a war going on somwhere within Wicked. Given the club's rowdy reputation, that was hardly unexpected, especially on drunken New Years...
But he doubted normal partygoers liked to sink their teeth into their fellows' necks, as he saw one young guy do to a woman by the door before pulling her back inside. Well, there went his having a nice break from the end of the frikken world. First angry ghosts, then demons and now vampires. What, did ANYONE take a holiday nowadays?
With a quick and easy draw, he slid a .45 out of the holster inside his jacket and shoved his way through the panicked crowd. Grunting, swearing and resisting the urge to start whacking them, he managed to get inside, take in the scene and load his gun with the special dead man's blood dipped bullets he'd bought from Curse Jordan last week.
Well, the upside to all of this was that he got to use his new toys. Including the dart gun he'd had a mind to strap to his leg that afternoon. Talk about paranoia coming in handy.
It was in this way that he entered the frenzy, looking almost frantically for that certain familiar face: shooting vampires, shoving random civilians toward the doors, dodging a few hits himself. At some point, his gun was knocked out of his hand as a particularly large vamp linebacked his ass straight into the wall, but he managed to work over to the middle of the room, using the dart gun and whatever weapons he could find, moving from the defensive to the offensive, when a solid body bumped into his back. He spun around, table leg wielded over his head like a club...
And blinked when he looked straight into Jessie's face. The huntress looked like hell, blood dripping in a steady stream down her neck and a bruise forming along with it. Someone had grabbed her, probably tried to bite her from the puncture over the skin...and yet, the annoying woman was still trying to fight! He spotted the vampire currently trying to make a meal out of a bystander and instantly saw red, leveling his dart gun at the monster's head as it looked up to bare its fangs at them and shot.
The woman, now realizing that she wasn't about to become dinner, hurried toward the door with a scream. But that was the least of his problems, as a heavy hand fell onto his shoulder and he went flying back into the wall. Stars were blinking in front of his eyes, but he managed to dodge another blow, bringing the thing down with an easy twist of its neck. Surging back into the fray, he made a limping beeline for Jessie and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward a clear spot under a set of stairs.
"Only you would pick a place that's being raided by vampires!" He practically bellowed, face drawn tight with...God, was that fear? He thought he'd left that monster behind a long time ago, but there it was. Fear, anxiety...and anger. Pure, adulterated ANGER.
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Post by Eliot Spencer on Jan 16, 2010 0:38:14 GMT -5
Eliot continued to drink is whiskey as he listened to Natalya's response, nodding in understanding. It seemed that her luck with men was a bit rough; first there was the thing between him and her, and now there was this - whatever it was - between her and this angel guy Mike. However, this thing with Mike seemed a bit rougher than what she seemed to be letting on, but Eliot kept his mouth shut; hell, her relationship with him had exactly been smooth sailing.
Screaming drew Eliot's gaze over Natalya's shoulder, and he immediately threw his glass aside and was about to go after the bloodsuckers when one of them grabbed Natalya by the hair. He attempted to help her when she poured some sort of red liquid down the vamp's throat. Then, judging by the suckhead's reaction, Eliot deduced that the red liquid had in fact been dead man's blood. She then almost caught him off guard when she threw the pack of vials at him, but his quicker movements kept him from dropping them, and he nodded in acknowledgement, watching her as she stormed into the fray, fighting with all she had in her. Eliot then ran into the fray himself, tucking the vials of dead man's blood into his pocket in case he'd need them.
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Post by kayla on Jan 16, 2010 1:13:35 GMT -5
Winced as she caught AJ's expression as she spoke, visibly cringing as she opened her mouth to say something before she sighed. Nodding in complete agreement she speaks, wide-eyed as she hugs the serving tray to her chest. "Oh I know...I just hate that stuff. Unfortunately it's an occupational hazard for me." There's a little shrug at that. "I.. I just don 't want ya gettin in trouble or nothin'.." she goes on looking down at the toes of her high heels as she does, not seeing what Allesasandra is seeing happening. "I mean..It's New Years and everyone supposed to be havin fun an' all and well you seem like a right nice gal and I just...."
But her words trailed off as she heard the woman say that and looked up at her like she'd just lost her mind. She shook her head about the weapons, still n ot understanding what she was saying.
"Civilian?"
It was about that time that she felt her ankle grabbed and heard the screams that were growing in volume through the club. So startled as she was her own terrified scream was added to the cacophony even as A.J. pulled her away fromthe rail and pushed her toward the stairs.
There was blood everywhere and for a moment she stood at the top of the stairs wide-eyed and dazed, terror coursing through her veins. She'd only seen this much blood once in her life and that time it was because of her. She felt her stomach twist and threaten to heave as she stood there, the tray gripped like a lifeline.
That's when she saw them coming up the stairs, a swarm of pale, dark clothed people with REALLY bad teeth. It was just too surreal. "This isn't happening...Oh dear God in heaven. Please let this be just another bad dream." she chanted to herself as she watched them coming and for the life of her couldn't convince her legs to move,her feet to run. It was like one of those terrible dreams where you're running and running and not getting anywhere. The kind that you open your mouth and try with all your might to scream but you can't get out a sound.
But though her legs wouldn't work her lungs did and as the first one reached her she screamed bloody murder and as his hand reached out to grab her by the hair instict kicked in and she reacted. It was simple fight or flight and since she couldn't get her body to do the flight part it was all fight.
She brought her knee up fast and hand and nailed the vampire in the groin, making him double over before she drew back the serving tray and bashed him over the head with it while he was bent in twain. She'd been surrounded by her fair share of barroom brawls before and she'd learned how to use that tray well enough to protect herself. Of course the people she had to protect herself from was a bunch of drunk rednecks, truckers, and cowboys, not blood sucking vampires!!
She felt that tingle in her legs and knew that this time they'd work when she tried to move, the adrenaline pumped through her system by fear kicking in. Raising a foot she kicked the vampire down the stairs and paused only long enough to slip out of the high heels. No way was she gonna be able to run in these things!
Holding one high heeled shoe like a weapon she threw the other at a female vamp that dropped down in front of her as she screamed and then hit her in the forehead with the heel of the one still in her hand, the heel sticking in it just before a metal rod pierced through her skull and splattered her a little with the blood and bits of brain and hair. Looking toward the direction of the thrower she locked eyes with Ty, looking at him for what seemed like forever, one of those frozen moments between heartbeats. He'd come for her. Had he? Yes...something deep inside told her it was the case even though her pessimistic side doubted.
It was a little frightening to see him so keyed up. She'd never seen him like this before. In fact, she'd never even seen him in a normal fight with the drunks he tossed. He always took it outside. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once. But she saw the movement behind him, looking that way and opening her mouth to scream a warning but he turned, as if he'd sensed them, facing an entire group of those monsters and making her heart leap into her throat.
“Come on! Let’s see what you’ve got. I think I hear Hades calling your name; can’t keep the big man waiting!”
She heard him roar it but it didn't stop her from worrying about him. If only she had her rifle she could pick these things off one at a time but that was in the truck. Wait! No it wasn't! It was in Ty's locker...all the way down in the employee's locker room.
Way down there.
Among them.
Crap!
She shouted to AJ as she turned to run the opposite direction, running along the railway toward the stage. There were speakers there. Tall speakers. She could easily jump from the balcony down to them and get to the locker room faster that way. She didn't realize what was down there on the stage.
"This way! There's weapons!"
She was little. She was short. She wasn't the strongest She-Ra type. But damn she was fast! And agile, slipping around people in her bare feet and dodging club goers and vampires alike as she ran.
She paused only once in her flight to bash a vampire over the head with the tray to stop him from feeding on the redhead that was laid out over a table, sending a quick, hard little kidney punch to his back and whacking him in the face with the tray when he rose up roaring at her. Sure it didn't kill him but it did break his nose and make him howl in pain. Just long enough to grab the woman's hand and pull her up off the table and shove her towards an exit before she was on her way again.
Reaching the railing she hopped up over it, her hands on the rails, having to give up the only weapon she had, her tray to jump over the edge, her bare feet landing on the speaker seconds before she did in a crouch. Another second later she was climbing down that big ass speaker like a spider monkey to land on the stage and turn to head behind it.
But what she saw there stopped her cold as she stared at Luka and backed up in fear. CRAP!!
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Post by max on Jan 16, 2010 1:17:47 GMT -5
There wouldn’t ever be any semblance of normality in their lives, would it? First it had been demons, then vampires, werewolves…and the list went on. Each one of those seeking to end their lives. And now that they had settled in a new city, started a family…this very night when there was a semblance of normality and uncontained happiness it got worse. Angels!
Max was getting tired of this, he was sick of all those types placing his wife and kids at risk. The hunter knew that when he knew he was going to be a father and when he had married, that his life was going to change forever. He wasn’t living just for himself anymore, he was living for Lexi, for Sebastian and for Ben. He had a family now and whoever sought to destroy that would have hell to pay.
“You’re not leaving?” Max frowned in anger at the words of the arrogant angel, stepping towards him fully intent to make the guy eat his words, angel or not he wasn’t going to accept it. “If you don’t leave I will make you leave!”
But before he could act on his words, the dark haired hunter heard a commotion from outside. Lexi reached out to grab his arm and the fear he saw in her eyes was painful to behold.
“LUKA!”
Great! Just freaking great! He knew the angels couldn’t be a good sign, just more freaks to fend off. To kill if possible.
Wrapping his arms around his wife, he pushed her protectively into his embrace and gave a light kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry Lexi, I’m not letting that freak touch you again!”
Letting go of his hold of her, he clenched his fists in anger and started to move for the door. He was freaking tired of all of this, and someone was going to pay in blood.
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Post by matt on Jan 16, 2010 1:28:57 GMT -5
New Year’s Eve.
It was a time for celebration, and as far as Matthew Sheppard had been told, the place for this in New Orleans was a hit club known as Wicked. Good music, drinks and pretty girls they said…far from him to waste a good party then. And it was a good chance to socialize with the marks err…good people of the city. A guy had to eat, right? Sure hard work had never killed anyone, but why risk it? Plus he made a point of never taking advantage of truly good people. Arrogant bullies and jerks, sure, but not the nice folk. Pesky morals he never managed to get rid of.
So there he was, jeans, sneakers, a white t-shirt underneath a black tuxedo jacket and a black top hat for extra charm. And looked like his information was good, because the sea of people going in and out of the place was amazing to the small town guy. He would admit that the lights and cheer scale of places like this, filled with more happy faces than the ones that looked down on him at his home town, a place he had made a silent promise to never go back to.
Walking through the front doors, his ears picked the music and it was indeed good. The blondie in the stage had quite a singing voice, and the rest of her wasn’t bad either, would be a shame not to notice that. And surely he couldn’t help noticing the cute redheaded woman at the bar smiling at him.
Everyone had to believe on something…and Matt believed it was time for a beer.
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Lucy, that was the cute redheaded girl name, a sweet girl, med student. And just when he was having a great time getting to know her, some jerk with pale skin grabbed the girl and latched his fangs at her neck. Well…that was rude, wasn’t it?
And so there went Matt to the rescue, he didn’t need his mind reading to know what the guy was. Throwing a wicked right hook that had the vampire stumbling back, away from the girl.
“Mate, no biting on the first date!” he said shaking his finger at the vampire. “She is a sweet girl you kno--"
And there went Lucy, screaming like a banshee as she took off running, almost knocking Matt to the floor in the process.
“You’re welcome by the way,” he said after her, rolling his eyes. Didn’t women show appreciation for their knight in shining armor anymore? And neither did big bad vampires that got punched in the face by said big hero. Grabbed by his jacket, Matthew was raised from the floor as if he was weightless by the big vampire.
“Oh come on mate, no hard feelings, ok? I was just showing off to the girl you know?”
His response was being thrown on the next table, and the sharp pain in his back that followed.
“This is going to leave a bruise…” he said opening his eyes to gaze upon a cute brunette that had just plunged a bottle into one of the vampire’s throat. “Hello there darling…” he said giving her a charming smile before the vampire grabbed him again, “…would you be so kind to give me a little help?”
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Post by j on Jan 16, 2010 1:43:14 GMT -5
One night of peace, it was too much to ask for?
After being hunted by Romanian mobsters and a freaking bear at Christmas, he stopped at a nightclub looking forward to relax a little and the there it was some crazy-ass gang breaking into the place and they were…biting people? What manner of nutcases where those? Hannibal Lecter wannabes?
Really couldn’t those types chose the place down the street, the one with crappy music and overpriced drinks?
Now the screams would make it impossible for him to relax…dammit! Rising from his stool. He turned around to see one of the freaks with his teeth latched to some poor girl’s throat.
“Hey weirdo!” The man pulled his mouth away from the screaming woman’s throat and looked at him in confusion. Hell that woman could scream! “Yeah freak, I’m talking to you. Let the girl go and come over here so I can kick your ass.”
The man pushed the woman away and growled at him, showing a wicked set of teeth.
“Man…have you ever gone to a dentist? Those don’t look to good.” Yeah, keep insulting the freak, enough to drive him mad enough to trip in his own feet, and preferably fall into a grave.
The man hissed and rushed towards him growling. It was only then that Jaden pulled out the concealed pistol he had been carrying and shoved it against the bastard freakishy fangs. “Chew on that!” he said before he pulled the trigger and blew a hole through the man’s head. He fell to the floor and started screaming frantically trying to hold his insides that were now falling outside.
“Man, I do miss the times when you shot someone they would fall dead…” But before anything else, another one hat hit him, and hard Fallon might add because it had him being tossed over the bar and smashing in the bottles behind it.
Groaning as he pulled himself up, he shook his head. He definitely could say that had hurt. Looking down he watched an intact bottle of whiskey and picked it up. “Oh, this is the good stuff!” Removing the cap he opened it eagerly to take a swig, when a hand grabbed him by his neck and pulled him close. It was the same freak that had sent him flying towards the bar, and it had a really foul breath on top of that. Smashing the bottle into the bastard’s face made him release his throat and stumble back.
“Man, look what you made me do…this was some fine whiskey!” he whined before taking a couple shots into the man’s chest. But still the man refused to die and grabbed his neck again rising.
“Oh, wouldn’t you people die already?” It was all Fallon was able to speak before he was being tossed around again.
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Syria DeDarko
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Werewolf Loup-garou
Hunter for Hire
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jan 16, 2010 11:51:12 GMT -5
Okay, why did life have to be so damn complicated?! No sooner did Syria finally get her drink, and then of course it all just went to hell. First it was the familiar scent that hit her; that pungent, sweet, metallic smell that could only belong to one person, which of course was one person she wished she could very much forget.
Luka.
After her attempt nearly a year ago to kill the vampire had gone south, leading her to do some...uh...things she wasn't proud of, she hadn't heard one whisper about that sadistic son of a bitch. Until, of course, apparently now.
Pushing herself away from the bar counter, Syria whipped around to see the panic slowly creeping its way through the club, the chaos overcoming everything. A horde of vampire fledglings sifted through the crowd attacking everyone in sight. And then of course she spotted Luka himself bringing up the rear, a blissful smirk on his face.
The sight of him ripped out a spiteful growl from Syria's throat, and instinctively her nails twisted and lengthened themselves into a deadly set of claws. How dare he come here...
A vampire rushed her from her right, apparently unaware that she wasn't just some weak little human. With a feral snarl she twist herself around, giving the vamp a sharp roundhouse kick in the chest. It didn't do too much damage, but knocked him a good ways back, and kept him down for a few crucial seconds. It was all she needed.
Grabbing the barstool behind her, she smashed the wooden piece of furniture on the counter, grabbing the remainder of one of the thick wooden legs. It was a good solid piece, almost four feet long. She gripped it tightly with both hands, and the minute the vamp rushed her again, she swung it with all her extra strength behind the strike.
The thick wooden stick barely made a sound as it connected with the vamp's skull, but it was more than enough with Syria's strength of tear the vamp's head right off his body, sending it flying across the room. Blood spurted from the headless body, soaking Syria's visage. Great! Now, above everything else, her dress was ruined.
And then of course Fate had to give her another kick in the gut. A familiar voice, somewhat breathless, reached her oversensitive ears, causing her to whip around in panic.
Lo and behold, not a few feet from her, Fallon was there, dangling in the choke-hold of another vampire. Was Fate really doing this to her?! First Luka, and now Fallon, the apparently not one-night-stand from a few nights ago!
Darting forward, she grabbed Fallon's attacker from behind, smashing his head into the bar counter and then tossing him into the wall behind the counter. He smashed into a bunch of glasses, his body crashing to the floor amid a flurry of crystal shards.
Too tired to be tactful, she grabbed the sleeve of Fallon's shirt, hauling him up. "Trouble just follows you everywhere, doesn't it?" she asked, unable to mask the grin that had come to her face from seeing him again. Leave it to Syria to hook up with the one guy that was even a bigger danger magnet than even her.
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Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Jan 16, 2010 16:07:07 GMT -5
JoJo narrowed her eyes and looked at Curse as he teased about forgetting their anniversary and poked him in the ribs. They made their way to the bar at the back of the club. The bartender brought them their drinks after Curse order them. Jo picked up her glass and sipped at it and watched as Curse brought a box out of his pocket.
Raising and eyebrow Jo set her drink back down on the bar. Taking the box as he handed it to her. Smiling as she looked up at him, then looked back down at the box in her hand. Biting on her lower lip she opened the box and peeked inside. Letting out a little 'Awwwww' sound as she saw the bracelet.
Jo was already carefully taking the bracelet from the box and attaching it to her wrist as Curse spoke. Making sure it was securely on her wrist she admired it for a moment. A big smile on her face as she looked up at Curse again.
Before she got a chance to respond to her husband's gift, holy hell seemed to break loose. People were screaming and running through the place. Jo immediately scanned the club trying to see what was causing it. Curse's voice then caught her attention. "Shit! Jo! I hope you got some sort of weapon on cause I think we're going ot need it." Jo blinked at him, then lifted up her skirt. Taking a silver dagger type knife from a sheath strapped to her thigh. The only reason she even had it that night was because Lexi had asked them to be on guard. Holding up the knife, at the same time her attention was averted to the stage and a dark haired 'man' with a strange accent spoke to the crowd. “Now the party can begin...” With a horrified look on her face, still holding the knife up in the air she turned back to stare at her husband as he blurted out in frustration. "WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?" he yelled over the confusion. "That aint Erik or Lexi unless they've both had plastic surgery in the last 15 minutes! It took Jo a moment to snap back to reality. She took in a deep breath gasping breath. Narrowing her eyes as she answered Curse's semi-rhetorical question. "Holy shit... Babe, if I'm not mistaken, that is Luka. And he is one bad mother fucker of a vampire. This little knife right here isn't going to be too much of a help on him. I think we need to deal with his minions and get the civilians the hell out of dodge." No sooner than she got the words out of her mouth, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Looking over Curse's shoulder. Right behind him, a group of three vampires were heading right for them.
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