Azrael
*Angel*
Fallen Archangel
Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Jan 17, 2010 22:58:45 GMT -5
Now what the hell was he supposed to do?
Apparently Max, being the absolute hothead that he was, ignored both Lexi and Az and decided to storm off after whoever this Luka guy was. And then, of course, Lexi had to fret and rush after her half-crazed, suicidal husband. This basically left Az standing in the solitary room, by himself, like an idiot. Just great.
Growling, he charged after the two mortals, holding his scythe at the ready. He had to make sure that nothing hurt Lexi. Protecting her was his main goal. And then of course there was Max too, though honestly he wouldn't care much if the hunter got banged up all that much; as long as he technically survived, and it was in one piece more or less, it really didn't matter what else happened to him.
"You have any advice on how to handle this?" Azrael was sincerely asking Jasper for his help on the matter. Hunting was something that he wasn't all to familiar with, and while he could basically just go with the philosophy of killing anything with fangs, something told him it wasn't going to be that easy.
Jasper was silent for a moment. "If you want to keep yourself out of trouble, just try to go one the defensive," he explained to the angel. "If you see it going after a hunter, then kill it. Just take it slow, and don't try to do anything crazy." Easy for Jasper to say.
Taking a deep breath, Az burst onto the scene, eying the gory carnage with a grim look. The air was buzzing with death, to the point where he could feel that very energy pulsing through his bones. It gave him strength and power, and for a second, brought him back to the days of battle, when he had soared in the Heavens above.
Seeing all that blood, all the chaos, it changed him. That angry, human-like person he was now was gone; he expression, his demeanor, all took on a dark glow that would chill even the dead all the way through their bones. He was Azrael, the Archangel, Lord and Master Death.
One step, that's all it took. He danced upon the air lithely, and his scythe singing. In that single strike, three heads went rolling, their previous owners crumbling to the floor. And then the next second he was halfway across the room, only feet away from Max.
In the hunter's rage, he'd failed to notice the two vampires creeping up from behind him. And the minute he'd raised his shotgun to aim for the stage, the two vampires sprung their attack. Thankfully, Az was there to keep his "son-in-law" safe.
With barely a flick of his wrist, the scythe caught one vampire in the crouch, and with a sickening yank, Az tugged the scythe upward, slicing the monster in two. Blood soared through the air, soaking them booth, but Az didn't stop. Before the second vampire could even run, Az's other hand shot forward, tearing its way through her chest. He could hear the blood pooling into her larynx, and savored the sound for a moment. And then, without even flinching, he pulled her spine out, tossing it on the floor.
Turning toward Max, Az's expression was dark. "You need to be more careful," he said simply, his face marred with the gore he himself had wrought.
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Syria DeDarko
*Shifter*
Werewolf Loup-garou
Hunter for Hire
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jan 18, 2010 14:35:23 GMT -5
Where had this guy been her whole life?At almost every instance, he simply never failed to amaze her. First it had been taking out that bear shifter, then of course the...uh...night that followed, and now there was this almost careless sense of humor and poise he held in the face of danger. There were vampires trying to kill the two of them, and here he was, practically asking her out to dinner! If she didn't know any better, this guy was probably as crazy as she was!
"Me?" she asked rhetorically. "A vegetarian?" The question brought a smile and a laugh her to lips. "I can assure you I'm probably the farthest thing you'd ever find from a vegetarian." And hell, she definitely wasn't lying! After all, who'd ever heard of a vegetarian werewolf?
A commotion on stage however managed to snag her attention, and Syria watched in muted horror as Lexi and Luka faced off with each other. The boyish vampire's form seemed to quiver momentarily, before twisting and deforming itself into something straight out of a horror movie. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, and her heart felt torn for the blond witch. Part of her wanted to protect Lexi, and tear Luka to shreds for her, but the other part feared for Fallon. Not only would she be leaving him alone, but if she changed and went after Luka, he'd see her for what she really was. And this time she doubted she'd be able to blame it on a slight concussion like last time.
In her frustration, Syria swung wooden pole she still had as hard as she could, catching a vamp coming at them right in the head. Like before, it was enough to tear the creature's head off his shoulders, and send it flying across the room.
She hated feeling torn like this...unsure of what to do. This was part of why she never got too close to people, because it made her weak. When you cared about others, emotion got in the way, and logic was simply ignored.
Growling defeatedly, Syria glanced back at Fallon as she backhanded another vamp. "So when are we going to this restaurant?" She smirked. "Not that I wouldn't like to go now and all, but something tells me it'll have to be just a little bit later."
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 18, 2010 15:45:28 GMT -5
The moment Luka's eyes fell upon her, Lexi froze in place. It was as if her very will had been leached away and she couldn't resist the draw of his power. Terror, pain and fury all swirled around her as she stared at the creature who'd haunted her nightmares for over a year now. His handsome visage held no beauty for her because she knew what lay just underneath the pretty mask and it terrified her beyond anything else she'd ever known. When she looked at him, she was not the powerful woman she'd become but a fearful shell of a being. She hated him even more for having that effect on her.
“You...” He said, in answer to her question. “I came for you...”
Glaring daggers at the vampire, Lexi tried to break the hold he had on her and manage to approach a few steps further forward. Her blue eyes glittered with hate as she fairly spat her fury.
"THIS IS MY PLACE! HOW FREAKING DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND BRING YOUR FILTHY PARASITES! I GUARANTEE YOU... YOU"VE BITTEN OFF MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW THIS TIME!"
Before she could go on the offensive however, the vampire was already moving. As he did so, a truly gruesome image shifted and melded out of his suddenly changing form. The creature that took form sent the civilians into an even bigger panic and the blond could only stare in horror as it advanced.
“Tonight I vill finish the game...” Luka bore down on the witch, striking out with one taloned wing, stabbing her through the shoulder and pinning her down. The vampire wore an almost apologetic expression, though his face was horribly transformed. “They vont be able to save you from yourself.”
Lexi barely knew what hit her as she watched the vampire in bemused horror. How on earth could any of them fight this thing? He had evaded every hunter who'd ever gone after him or killed them out right. Even her own rescuers had only just barely managed to do him damage so how was she suppose to defeat him?
Doubts tried to assail her even as she felt pain blossom in her left shoulder. Thrown backwards by the force of the stabbing limb, she hit hard and realized she was pinned to the spot by a lethal looking talon. As Luka's face grew closer, she screamed in terror and then reached down deep inside for the energy she knew she kept stored. Drawing on everything she had, she slammed him with a blast of power that resembled a mini sonic boom directed soully at him. Again pain ripped through her as he was torn from her and sent spinning backwards, away from her sprawled position. Pushing weakly to her feet, she advanced on him and snarled.
"NOT THIS TIME YOU WON'T! THIS TIME YOU ARE GOING TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!"
Mindless of what was going on around them, the two faced off in a lethal showdown. Lexi fairly sparkled with energy as she circled the vampire and they each took the others measure.
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Post by tyrese on Jan 18, 2010 17:50:07 GMT -5
Gods, did this bring back memories! The smell of sweat and blood, the sound of screams in his ears, the sting of blows to his body, the knowledge that one faulty move would get him killed…
And people said that there were differences between the Arena and this new world.
The little monsters swarmed around the stairs and Ty couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at their bloodthirsty eyes. He spun, kicked and swung mallet-like fists down on unsuspecting faces, using weapons when he had them and body parts when he didn’t. He bared his teeth at a vampire trying to scare him with his fangs, proceeding to beat the shit out of the now whimpering thing before he was dragged back by another group of attackers. He was getting winded, but pushed the fatigue from his mind. Movements became mechanical, instinctive, and he forced his body to react.
He could almost imagine the stifling heat of a Roman sun blistering his back, and his vision narrowed under the weight of an invisible helm. Fists, legs, head, arms; anything and everything were used as he fought to stay alive. Hell, it was probably a good thing that a familiar voice shouted in his ear, or he’d have lost all sense of reality right then.
Given the last time that happened and the smoking village that he’d left in his wake, the girl from the other night was definitely on his ‘Alright List.’
Ducking as a vampire flew at his shoulders, he turned the bloody, feral smile clinging to his lips to AJ. There was anxiety in her voice, but he could clearly see the satisfaction of a good fight and couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie. But when her words penetrated the thick mist of battle-lust in his brain, whatever good humor he’d been holding onto immediately vanished and he turned toward the stage with a look of shock.
Damn! Could the woman EVER keep herself out of harm’s way?! He grunted as he was pushed into a wall, managing to bring up his arms to block a clawed hand to his face. The sight of Kayla hugging the stage wall and another vampire- he could practically smell old blood…something powerful- so close to her, sent something he didn’t have the time or the will to identify shooting through his chest.
And that, to the utter dismay of any surrounding vampires, was pretty much what set the skinwalker off. Goodbye, calculating, able-to-support-actual-reason mind, and hello snarling, blood crazed berserker.
Another familiar voice echoed in his mind, but Ty paid no heed to his friend- other than a slightly more humorous snarl than he was currently giving everyone else around him- as Erik tossed a toothy smile his way. All that mattered was that he had a stake in his hands, and enough anger to kill everyone in a fifty yard radius. And, because there were oh-so-many vampires to go around…he quickly got started.
Bodies went flying as he tore through the mêlée, and as another unfamiliar voice called out- BALDILOCKS? Oh, he was gonna remember that guy for a beating later- he sent a severed head careening in the cardshark’s direction.
He was almost to the stage as the vampire on stage suddenly morphed himself into a B movie reject, and Ty just had to stop and stare in awe. Was that what it looked like, when one was so comfortable with his own dark little soul? It rang beautiful to one part of his mind and disgusting to the other.
But hell, he had more important things to worry about than appreciating Butt Ugly and his Wings of Doom over there. However, when the thing’s attention was turned to his Lady Boss, the bouncer couldn’t help but pick up his stake and throw it at the thing’s back, if only to give Lexi a bit of leeway.
…Thus leaving him weaponless. Again. Godsdammit, what was he now? A Winchester, with this always losing his weapons?
So, back to bare hands- he really couldn’t have it any other way, if he were truthful- he tore through the vampires until he reached the stage.
“Give me the girl; you get to the witch!” He growled at the shifter, backhanding an attacker that jumped on his back. It took another minute of going on the offensive, but he managed to clear a tiny path toward the door that would lead backstage.
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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 18, 2010 18:07:09 GMT -5
Location: Back bar on main floor Tags: Curse, Ben, openish JoJo was on alert now, she heard Ben come up from behind her and start to speak but stopped mid-sentence with an exclamation. He must have seen the vamps heading their way. She gave a quick glance at Ben and shrugged. Her look trying to convey a "what else is new?" expression. Shit busting loose in clubs Lexi owned seemed to be a regular occurrence.
Jo heard Curse's voice. Grumbling about Luka and not volunteering to help out at Wicked again. Silently she agreed with him. Why did this kind of shit always seem to happen?
Then things happened pretty quickly as Curse spun and shot one of the vamps. Using one of his modified guns that shot rounds full of dead-man's blood. Before Jo had gotten a chance Curse had fired at another one. Then tossed the gun at her before he jumping into the action full force. Jo caught the gun and then stood there with the dagger in one hand and the gun in the other. With a frustrated scream she yelled into the air at no one particular. "IT'S MY GOD DAMN ANNIVERSARY. WHAT THE HELL IS THE WORLD CONSPIRING AGAINST ME?" Then she twisted around in Ben's direction. Bringing the gun up as she moved. Firing over Ben's shoulder at the bloodsucker that was coming up behind him. Hitting the vamp right in the forehead.
Growling Jo turned around trying to see where Curse had gone. She spotted him, but before she could move in his direction she had a vampire coming right for her. Growling a little she crouched and then sprung up with a kick to the vamps chest, knocking him back and sending him sprawling on the ground. Then not giving him a chance to get up she was right there standing over him. Without hesitation she stomped down on his throat with her heeled shoe and ripped it through his neck. As blood spurted out she pulled her foot up then using the knife, plunged it into the wound, finishing the job of severing the spinal cord, effectively beheading the thing.
Jo stood back up. Now she was really not happy. She was covered in blood, her dress and shoes ruined. Kicking off her shoes now so she could move around easier she scanned the room and her eyes locked onto Curse again. He was locked in a battle himself, but it didn't stop him from making a snarky comment. "Well, you did say you missed some action!" Jo rolled her eyes at him. She was about to move on to take on another bloodsucker when suddenly she saw one coming up on Curse's blindside. Jo was too far away to get there before the creature would get to her husband. A feeling of fear and protection rose up in her. She wasn't sure what else to do, yelling out a warning to her husband. "CURSE WATCH OUT!" A surge of energy washed over her. She was about to run full speed in his direction and launch herself at the attacking vamp when suddenly the thing burst into flames. Jo stood stock still looking on. Watching as the thing burned so hot and fast that it crumbled to ashes in a matter of seconds.
Jo blinked. What the hell was that about? With everything going on she didn't have much time to think about it. But it certainly was damn convenient. Finally she was able to get across the space and next to Curse. Jumping in to help fight the group of vampires around him.
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Post by kayla on Jan 18, 2010 21:28:39 GMT -5
The man was handsome enough that stood on the stage, holding the microphone. That dark hair. Those piercing blue eyes. A wickedly lush mouth. He should have been the stuff of matinee dreams. But as Luka turned to look at her with that hunger that had NOTHING to do with affection or attraction of the sexual kind she felt her throat constrict tightly and her blood turn to ice. Animal instinct, sensing a predator. She hugged back against the speaker, her back pressed to it as he reached for her, revulsion and terror showing on her face.
Then her view was blocked by a broad chest and pair of shoulders. She looked up slowly, in a daze.All of this bloodshed, all of this mayhem and terror..it might be old school, second nature to the hunters in the bar and the other supernatural types but to the country mouse it was her darkest, most primal nightmares come true. All the things that she'd always believed were not real were coming to life...or unlife as it were....before her eyes.
She didn't even register the anger or the shouting that Erik gave her right away, too dazed and numbed by her fear, the scent of it rolling off her. Eyes wide all she could stammer was "Guns...locker room..." her finger pointing out into the crowd randomly, her voice cracking a bit as tears filled those big brown eyes.... "Ty."
In her mind it had made perfect sense. A complete sentence. I was going to get the guns out of the locker room because the things with fangs are surrounding Ty. but that was the best she could make it come out. But as she watched the man on the stage transform, her mind rebelling against such a thing being possible let alone logical, her words jumbled and she let out another scream as she turned her hand to point to him and then scream "LEXI!" as she saw the creature approaching the lady boss then skewer her shoulder.
If it were possible to go any paler than she already was she would have been transparent. In horror she watched the woman get pinned to the floor and not even realizing how foolish, not thinking or processing any thought at all she tried to move towards her. God only knew what she thought she could do about it but her instinct was to help Lexi just a she would have helped anyone else. It was the one thing that trumped her own fear....fear for someone else's safety.
She might have even been able to slip the Wolf's protective blocking, maybe...the little thing nimble enough. But the arrival of another stopped her before she could so much as finish that step toward the nightmare happening before her two things happened:
Somehow the disgusting creature was thrown backwards off of her boss and the woman was up on her feet....
....and Ty was there, taking her by the arm and pulling her toward the backstage area, sending bodies flying in all directions as he cleared the path.
With a sense of relief that shocked her, she looked at the bald man and felt something inside her twist. He was alright. Even after the swarm she'd seen surrounding him. He was alright.
Her eyes scanned over him, seeing each tiny cut along with the larger ones and the bruises that were forming, noting the blood on his hands and body, the blood left on her pale arm from his hand. She should have been terrified of HIM! But for some reason....she only felt safe...and worried, watching his back and all around him as he led her out, making sure nothing was able to sneak up on him.
As one of the blood suckers began to drop down toward them on their left she grabbed the back of his jacket and tried to turn him that way. "Ty!" she shouted to get his attention just as the vampire took a swipe at her, catching her bare upper arm and slashing a row of nails across it, drawing the blood to the surface and making her yelp loud.
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Post by matt on Jan 18, 2010 23:37:47 GMT -5
The saying was about raining cats and dogs, but Matt couldn’t quite remember having anything about severed vampire heads in it. Catching the head in his hands, he inspected it for a moment and then frowned….what a strange sort of gift it was.
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!”
Shrugging, he tossed the severed head over his shoulder…dammit! Was he supposed to throw it over the left or the right shoulder for good luck? That’s what he gets for not reading the manual.
And then, when had he paid to watch ’Vampire invaders from a post apocalyptic mars’? If he spotted a zipper on the winged vampire’s back he would certainly be asking for his money back. Not that he didn’t liked a good B movie, but man, who was playing Van Helsing? He was a little confused by the script of this one.
Oh wait, cute girl yelping. Was he supposed to do anything? Baldilocks had everything under control, haven’t him? Sure, he just had to fend off about…well, a dozen of vampires to help the girl. Nothing that the big guy couldn’t handle…and the door was right there…and…oh crap! If he died playing the stupid hero, he would be severely disappointed now.
Moving to the vampire that was attacking the girl, he called his attention. “Hey toothy, look over there, isn’t that Dracula?”
And out of an instinctive reaction, the vampire gazed in the direction he had pointed. “Oh come on, not even a leech is THAT stupid…”
His words had an effect on the vampire that turned towards him with a menacing snarl. His eyes widening, Matt stepped back. “Uh…no? Van Helsing maybe?”
He and his big mouth, had got him into trouble into quite a few times. Luckily, vampire or not, a well placed kick in just the right place could do wonders. Smiling to the girl, he placed his hands on his waist and raised his head making a pose of a big hero, “Fear not fair lady, Galahad is here to protect yo--“
But before he could finish his sentence, his back stumbled into the very big and very...very bald guy causing him to look back at him. “Uh, no offense on the baldilocks comment, right mate?”
(Ty, I hope thats ok. I was just throwing some humor eith Matt and this is the way it went...If you want me to change it, just let me know and I will do so, no worries.)
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Post by erik on Jan 19, 2010 10:19:25 GMT -5
Location: Stage, back bar Tags: Jo, Curse, Ben, Lexi, Openish Hell and damnation. What the FUCK was going down in HIS club? What had started out as a head pounding party had turned into a reunion of the damned. SON OF A FREAKING BITCH! SOMEONE WAS GOING TO PAY DEARLY FOR THIS NIGHTS WORK! Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned but that didn't compare to a pissed off Celt with a grudge. If it wasn't for the innocents in the club, he'd level the place and blow every single one of the leeches to kingdom come.
Unfortunately, there were good guys mingled with the bad so that just wasn't an option.More the freaking pity.. Nothing was simply anymore. Oh, how he missed the old days, he thought with a sigh. Lexi would fry him on the spot and he already had enough of a headache for the night.
Turning his attention back to the presence, the wolf heard the waitress's mumble but his attention was forced center stage. Shoving the small woman behind him, the celt's gaze shot to the his opponent. Erik was aware of Luka's gaze coming to rest on him and his lips pulled back in a feral snarl.
Laughing darkly, the Russian tilted his head to one side and narrowed his gaze on the wolf. “Vat a night for reunions...” Luka taunted him; arrogance twinkling in his icy azure eyes. “If only ve vere in a graveyard and scene vod be just perfect.”
Fury filled the wolf to the point that he was hard pressed to tamp down his inner beast. The smell of blood and battle around him already had it clamoring to be released but he knew Kayla's safety had to come first. He couldn't afford a full frontal attack on the vampire when she was in the line of fire. Son of a freaking BITCH!
Just then, Erik became aware of Lexi approaching and the vampire's head snapped around to stare at the blond. Swearing long and loud as the creature turned its attention away from them and went after the nephilim, the wolf prepared to shift space only to see Ty bounding towards them like some sort of massive berserker. Frowning, the huge Celt waited until the bouncer reached them and then yanked the waitress out of his arms.
“Give me the girl; you get to the witch!” He growled at the shifter, backhanding an attacker that jumped on his back.
Growling loudly, Erik let the woman go and then nodded to his friend. Let the dude show off for the woman. Hell, he was obviously in over his head and didn't even know it. That freed him to get down to business. Just that thought made his blood begin to boil even faster.
As the pair retreated toward the back exit, he turned and smiled sinisterly, letting his inner beast take control. It howled happily and suddenly, instead of a man standing there, a massive silver wolf crouched in his place. Oh.. there was NOTHING like the rush of fear as his opponents got their first look at the monster he truly was.
The vampires who'd been about to launch a massive attack yelped and skittered backwards as the gigantic wolf stalked forward, almost towering over the pair. With eyes alight with the thrill of battle, the beast snatched one up and shook it like a rag doll before savagely ripping the head off and tossing it directly into its companions lap. A grin seemed to spread across the wolf's jaw, showing its lethally sharp canines.
"YOU PICKED THE WRONG CLUB TO ATTACK, BOY!" it growled before pouncing and tearing through flesh like it was a chew toy. "But I do enjoy a good fight. To bad you parasites don't last long."
Disposing of those two, Erik turned and became aware of civilians staring at his large form and arched a brow sardonically.
"WHAT? You believe in vampires now but can't handle a wolf?"
As one man hit the ground in a dead faint, the wolf sighed. Bravery was all but extinct in this age. Whatever happened to no guts, no glory? Hell, his grandmother would have at least thrown something at him instead of passing out like some sort of pansy assed idiot. Maybe that was why only the fittest had lived to an old age in his day. Civilization, hell... It had taken the balls right out of modern day mankind. At least, most of them anyways... THere were still a few throw backs but not enough of them!
Shaking his silver head, Erik was just about to look for Lexi when a loud boom shook the club. Being near the area it had resignated from, Erik was caught off guard and knocked from his feet. By the time he'd righted himself, he saw Lexi and Luka squaring off. Where the HELL had that energy blast come from? Had the blond done it?
Looking at her closely, the wolf frowned as he saw an almost glowing aura about the woman. The air fairly danced about her but she didn't seem to have any awareness of it. Bloody hell... What in the name of the goddess was going on here? He'd seen her in action before but this... This was different. There was something new in that power and Erik could almost feel the pull in the area around them. By the Gods... It was almost.... elemental.
Just then, another vampire got brave and Erik's attention was distracted from the fight in the middle of the dance floor. Bounding forwards, he spied Curse and Jo Jordan by the back bar. They were being surrounded and as he watched, one of the vampires suddenly burst into flames.
Blinking rapidly, the wolf eyed Jo's bemused face and then shook his head. So that was the way this was going to work... His thoughts went back to Misery and her unique abilities with the earth and now it seemed that Jo was having fiery tantrums, pun intended. Wasn't that just interesting as hell? Well, as long as she didn't fry him.. Erik suprised that it was all well and good.
A grin tugged as his mouth as he destroyed his opponent and then lopped over to help the couple. His ferocious snarl rang out as he dived back into the fight. Ben was looking a little shell shocked but Erik had every confidence he'd figure something out. After all, Ben was one of the best and he'd had Lexi for a boss long enough to know that normal was relative around her.
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Post by alessandra on Jan 19, 2010 10:42:50 GMT -5
Location: somewhere by the front doors Tags: Open Well, Thank you very much, too, thought AJ as the big bald guy headed for the stage and she was left to find for herself in a crowd of hissing vampires. Letting out a snarl of her own, the petite brunette jumped up on a table and then kicked a vampire in the face as it dove after her. The force of the blow caused it to spiral backwards into its little groupie crowd.
"Not in this lifetime, bastard!" she shouted out over the din, noticing finally that some semblance of order was starting to come over the place again. "Play time is over boys!"
Jumping for the ground, the huntress sprinted across the floor and leaped over bodies as she headed for the now emptying front door. Although the attack had only been going on for about ten minutes, it had done a devastating amount of damage. Civilians who were able, had fought their way out of doors, windows and any other exit they could find, leaving the club almost empty except of a select number of battles still going down. The neophytes left were finally starting to realize that the fun was over and turning to flee for their own lives. AJ meet one of those such creatures in its mad rush for freedom.
"OH HELL NO!" she hissed, slamming into it and causing it to careen into a nearby table that jsut happened to house her friend Jess and a good looking chap. Their table immediately over tipped and the vampire spun to try to run in the other direction.
"WOULD YOU KIDDIES QUIET MAKING OUT AND GET DOWN TO BUSINESS? IN CASE YOU HAVEN"T NOTICED... WE ARE A BIT BUSY HERE!"
Moving after the bloodsucker, AJ was pulled up short by a hand grabbing her hair and yanking her off center. Falling to the floor, she swore as she realized she had no weapon and she was facing down a nasty looking pair of fangs. Hell and damnation.. Didn't these suckers every brush their teeth.
"Sorry buddy.... I hold personal hygiene in high regard!" she drawled just as it tried to latch into her and got her upheld hand instead. "OWWWWWWWW!! THAT HURT!"
Bringing her head forward hard, she was satisfied with the hard thwack it met. Disengaging herself, she grabbed up a broken glass and shoved it into its throat while it howled in pain. Pain went through her hand and she looked down to see several cuts in her own palm but it was worth it if it saved her life.
"Take that you SUCKER!" she shouted before using her boot to kick the rest of its head off. "SIZE DOESN"T ALWAYS MATTER! Its all in how you work it!"
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Post by micheal on Jan 19, 2010 11:29:05 GMT -5
Location: Behind stage Tags: NatGlory, glory hallelujah. If it wasn't hell spawned demons trying his patience, it was born again bloodsuckers... Or maybe unborn again, which ever you wanted to call it. As the first wave of vampires hit the club, Micheal sighed. This wasn't his fight but there was no way in hell he could just stand by and watch people be slaughtered. Maybe before he could but no longer. The cries of the stricken and dying made him flinch and suddenly he couldn't help but launch himself at a particularly nasty individual who was trying to rip into a hapless young woman.
"Hey Fangboy! Why don't you try this on for size."
Out of nowhere, a golden sword appeared in his hand and he slashed it down hard enough to behead the monster in front of him. As the woman let out a strangled scream, Mike caught her and pressed his hand to her head, wiping all memory of the current events from her mind. Letting her sink to the floor, he closed his eyes and sought all the minds of those escaping the bar and blanked them out too. The last thing that they needed was a bunch of mortal cops showing up to add more fuel to the fire. Those who'd been in the club where commanded to go home and stay there for the rest of the evening and forget everything they had seen or done in the club that evening.
Then, with those commands in place, the angel turned to survey the crowd around him. His gaze immediately sought out one woman in particular and he started to fight his way through the crowd towards her only to be engaged in one fight after another. Although they were minimal scrummages, they still took time and when he glanced back at the place Nat had been in, she was gone. Swearing low under his breath, the handsome being slayed yet another and marveled at the shear number of vampires in the club. Who ever had planned this attack had planned it well.
Suddenly, Micheal's attention was pulled to the stage and he saw a flash of a familiar face. Growling, he tried to flash himself to her side and was stunned to find that it didn't work. WHAT THE DEVIL? Growling, he vaulted over the railing of the second level and landed on his feet near the dancefloor. As he watched the creature on the stage jumped from its perch and turn into something out of a bad horror movie. If the angel hadnt faced down other uglier monsters, even he might have had to think about facing off with it. At that moment, he registered Lexi and swore again. Hell was braking loose in WICKED tonight.
From the corner of his eye, Mike saw a flash of movement felt his heart pitch as Natalya took on a vampire. When she hit hte stage hard, he snarled and threw himself at it. Grabbing it by its throat, he tossed to backwards with all its might and watched it slam against the far wall and combust into dust. Moving to the woman, he leaned down and wrapped her in his arms.
"Nat... are you all right?" he said, just as a wave of energy rocked the club and he was forced to use all his strength to protect her from the effects. "Holy Hell!"
Picking her up, he move behind the stage area where another woman was quivering in fear and began to examine her for wounds.
"Are you hurt?"
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Post by Natalya Valentine on Jan 19, 2010 13:10:40 GMT -5
Natalya continued to fight, blood spraying around her. The blood that flowed from her nose from hitting the stage earlier had left a stream that trickled over her lips. She had tasted her own blood, and it was on. Her fight or flight instincts had taken the more primal choice: fight. Glancing over her shoulder once, Natalya spied Mike, looking as though he was fighting his way to her, but that one glacne away had cost her.
As Natalya turned back around, a vampire was standing before her, knocking her to the ground with harsh force. As he was coming down after her, she kicked up, but he grabbed her leg and swung her around, slinging her back first into the stage, a scream emanating from her. Her vision was fuzzy, and moving hurt, but she was able to make out Mike grabbing the vampire by the throat and tossing it against a wall, the bloodsucker bursting into a pile of dust.
Natalya tried to sit up, but it hurt like hell to move, but suddenly, she felt Mike's arms around her. She was about to answer him when a wave of energy silenced her and had him using all his strength to protect her. Pulling herself up a little, Natalya looked around trying to figure out where that had come from.
When Mike picked her up, Natalya groaned in pain, her inhaled breath hissing through her clenched teeth. The pain in her back felt like a dagger being pushed into her lower back and twisted.
Natalya looked up at Mike when he asked her if she was hurt, blood on her face from where her nose and upper lip had caught the edge of the stage. She went to readjust herself in his arms, but she groaned and every muscle in her body seized as pain shot through her back, and she held to Mike until it subsided. She then opened her eyes and looked up at him again. Oh the usual bump, cut, or bruise that comes along with the job, she answered, trying to mask the throbbing pain with a small smile.
The screams back out in the main area drew Natalya's attention. She wanted to get back out there and fight - she wanted to help. She attempted to pull away from Mike's arms, but she only got about two steps away from him before having to grab onto one of the equipment boxes to steady herself. She had hit the stage that second time a lot harder than she'd originally thought, and she let go of frustrated growl, looking over at Mike with a look in her eyes that showed just how much she hated being in a situation like this and how she'd much rather be back out there fighting and helping people.
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Post by Gideon Montgomery on Jan 19, 2010 13:55:56 GMT -5
Gideon had to bite into his bottom lip to keep from smirking proudly as he heard the female’s pulse quicken. If there was one good thing to come out of the curse in his blood it was his acute sense of hearing; that and the heightened sense of smell that caught a slight shift in bodily aroma as her temperature grew. An easy chuckle escaped him as she proceeded to point out hotties all around the club, even going as far as to make assumptions on their attitude and the outcome of his approaching them. Before he could stop himself Gideon arched a brow over steel blue eyes and said impishly, “Wow, looks AND a sense of humor. Wrap you up in a bow and I’d think you were a late Christmas gift from Santa.”
He shook his head at the bad joke, nodding thanks to the waitress as she came back around with another beer and he pulled a bill from the pocket of his black slacks. The waitress nodded in return and turned to go, leaving Gid and the blonde alone among the crowd of hundreds.
The Loup Garoux leaned in, closing the space between them as Jace looked up with a mischievous smile on her face and introduced herself. Gideon took a quick sip of his brew and almost choked when she made a comment about him seeming like a ‘pack animal’. Clearing his throat he chewed on his bottom lip a moment with furrowed brows before finally getting a grip on his anxiety. She was making an observation, not calling him out. There was no way she knew about the wolf that lived inside him.
“I’m Gideon and its damn good to meet you, Jace. Remind me to find out which hotel you’re staying in so I can thank that front desk clerk.” He told her with a renewed confidence. Ah, the iron courage alcohol gave a man. “I’ve lived in N’awlin’s all my life...mostly.” He added with a slight shrug of his shoulders, “Took a break from it for a few years, went on a...well...I guess you could call it a sabbatical. I pretty much just got back in town myself. Getting to know the place all over again.”
And he was about to say he wouldn’t mind a chance to that it with her, but the conversation was abruptly cut short by the sound of blood-curdling screams on the dance floor. One minute people were dancing; having a good time, the next minute bodies where flying in the air and tripping over one another to escape. Gideon caught sight of several flashes of black as a group of pale faced men and women moved through the crowd and left a bloody trail in their mist.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as he watched the scene turn from a celebration into an all-out war as vampires, hunters, and others tangled in bloody battles while innocent people ran for their lives. Suddenly, the only thing Gideon could think of was the fragile looking woman who’d only just met and getting her to safety. He’d come back once he knew she was safe to help out with the ticks. “Come on, we better get you outta’ here.”
Grabbing her frail hand, the werewolf tugged Jace towards the entrance to a stairwell that led to the roof. He kicked it open and an alarm began shrieking; immediately causing Gideon’s head to seemingly implode. The high-pitched buzzing was too much for his sensitive hearing; and he groaned, slapping his hands over his ears to staunch the sound.
Turning back towards Jace, he caught the approach of two creatures with fangs dripping with venom; blood splatters and something gooey he didn’t want to assume was intestines covered their dark clothing.
One whiff of that blood and Gideon couldn’t stop the transformation from taking him over. With a loud moan, he clutched at his chest as the sound of breaking bones could be heard in conjunction with the ripping noise of muscles tearing and shifting. He dropped to his knees and let his head fall back as a mournful howling that was pure animal hissed through his growing muzzle. The tawny skin on his arms, legs and torso seemed to explode as the massive rust colored wolf burst out of the much smaller body of the human.
The wolf snarled fiercely; quickly leaping for the two vamps that had their eye on the delicious looking blonde woman behind him. He caught one by the neck, slinging it back and forth like a rag doll as the other grasped aggressively at the fur on his back. She sank her fangs into his shoulder blade and the wolf yelped, releasing the lifeless leech and turning to snap at the other. The wolf caught that one by the ankle and pulled her off of him with a powerful tug of his jaws; instinctively ripping the flesh of its throat until the creature moved no more.
Pain exploded from between his shoulder blades and the wolf let out another pitiful howl before slumping to the ground where he appeared to shrink as the fur disappeared into smooth tan skin and the clawed paws were replaced by normal human limbs. His back was torn open in the place the vampire had caught him, and as the vampires venom was toxic; had not begun to heal.
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Post by Eliot Spencer on Jan 19, 2010 14:04:43 GMT -5
Eliot continued to fight, using his enhanced abilities to keep one step ahead of the enemy. Blood was everywhere, and more was being added to it as more humans were attacked. Taking one of the vials that Natalya had given him, Eliot crammed it into a vampire's mouth, slamming it shut which broke the vial and released the dead man's blood. He held the bloodsucker's mouth shut making him swallow - glass and all - then watched as the thing staggered back, clutching its throat and howling in pain.
Eliot's sensitive hearing picked up the 'ching' sound of metal, and he looked to see that Natalya had a three foot blade. He continued to watch as she used the stage to launch her back flip over the vampire's head, dispatching it by decapitation. However, the uglier beast onstage drew Eliot's attention, and he froze in place. However, a scream from somewhere near him had him fighting again, an innocent bystander in the clutches of a bloodsucker.
HEY SUCKHEAD!! he yelled as he grabbed a metal tray from one of the tables, causing the vampire to look up at him. Taking aim, he flung the tray like a frisbee, the force decapitating the vampire, soaking the woman in blood. Eliot walked over as she ran off screaming, looking at the head that now rested on the tray which had stuck in the wall. Head of bloodsucker with a side of fugly....order up, he mused with a smirk. However, a sickening sounding thud against the stage drew Eliot's attention in that direction, and he saw Natalya hit the floor and heard her pain-filled scream. He was just about to make his way to her when he was rushed by a trio of vampires.
You picked the wrong night to mess with me boys. Let's dance, he growled as he took a fighting stance. He glanced over in Natalya's direction to see that the angel Mike had gotten to her and was handling that. Knowing that she was in safe hands, Eliot focused on the three around him.
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Post by Ben Taylor (AWAY) on Jan 19, 2010 15:31:10 GMT -5
Location: Back bar on main floor Tags: Curse, Jo, Lexi, Erik, Open-ish
Curse whirled around and fired in one swift motion, catching one of the creatures in the chest.
“HELL YEAH! THESE PUPPIES WORK!”
Ben sighed, relieved, as the vampire keeled over and Curse kicked another swiftly before it could lunge at them. Ben held his own weapon ready, though his bullets weren’t anything special. The most they’d do was slow one of them down if he aimed just right and hit a joint or kneecap.
“JO!”
Ben looked up to see Curse’s gun flying through the air toward Jo.
“IT’S MY GOD DAMN ANNIVERSARY,” Jo yelled. “WHAT THE HELL IS THE WORLD CONSPIRING AGAINST ME?”
Ben’s eyes widened as she turned and aimed the gun in his direction.
“Nyyeeuuh!” He made an awkward noise as he leaned away slightly and she fired.
He turned to look over his shoulder, seeing a vamp standing just behind him with a newly acquired hole in his face.
“Jesus,” he muttered, realizing he’d probably been half a second away from being chomped on by a Lost Boys reject.
He looked back toward Jo to give her a wise-ass ‘thank you’, but she was moving off in the other direction. He started to follow her when he felt icy fingers grip his shoulder like a vice and yank him back.
“Gah!”
He kept a tight grip on the handle of his gun as he felt the heels of his sneakers dragging on the floor. He managed to get a shaky footing as the creature continued to try to drag him off, but a shaky footing and a few seconds was all he needed.
“Let…GO!”
He clenched his teeth and threw his head back as hard as he could, feeling the back of his skull make contact with the vampire’s throat.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to rattle the thing and loosen its grip on Ben’s shoulder. Trying to shake off the pain still lingering there, Ben spun around and fired three bullets into the thing’s left knee, not waiting to see how long it would slow it down before bolting vaguely in Jo’s direction.
As he ran he slid on something wet and slick covering the floor, landing hard on his back. He blinked for a moment, dizzy as his brain caught up with the sudden switch from a vertical to horizontal position. When he sat up he realized he’d fallen into a pool of blood. His eyes scanned the area around him and he saw the very re-deadified body of a very unfortunate-looking vampire.
“Eww…”
He stood, shaking some dripping blood off his hands as he spotted Jo and Curse a short distance ahead of him.
“CURSE WATCH OUT!”
Ben saw the vampire trying to blindside Curse and felt his jaw tighten. Even if he could’ve closed the distance between them fast enough to reach the vampire, what was he going to do – tackle it? He pulled back the hammer on his gun and aimed it, ready to take a very careful shot when he saw the vampire burst into flames. He lowered his gun, blinking in surprised. What had just happened? Did someone have a flame thrower? Throw a Molotov cocktail from behind a bar?
Whatever it was, it had just saved his friend, but there were more vampires where that one had come from. Not only were Jo and Curse now in the middle of a group of pissed off vampires, but Lexi and Erik were dealing with their leader on-stage. And he couldn’t really do much to help any of them, since they were the ones with the combat skills. He was just the guy with the gun with useless bullets.
The thought hit him faster than he could process it and he was already running toward the bar, vaulting over it and landing on the other side. He crouched down to go through his ammo supply.
“Come on, come on,” he muttered, trying to find the stash of special bullets.
Silver, rock salt…
“Gotcha.”
He found the Dead Man’s Blood bullets and emptied his gun’s cartridge, re-loading it with the new ones, which would hopefully be more effective. He’d never actually used them before, but it was better than nothing.
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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 19, 2010 21:02:05 GMT -5
Location: Back Bar Tags: Erik, Jo, Curse, Ben, openWe didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it but we tried to fight it Talk about dejavu and a holy chorus of “It’s the end of the world as we know it” ringing in ones ears. This was freaking ridiculous. Where the hell did all these bloodsuckers come from? As if it wasn’t enough they had to crash what was intended on being a wicked new years party, no pun intended, they had to go and upset his wife. That crap just wasn’t right and lit Curse’s temper like a match to gasoline.
Bashing one vampire in the face with a hard right hook, he was just getting ready to lay another flat when something burst into flames behind him and scared the living out right out of him. Twisting around, he stared in amazement before finishing off the vampire in front of him just as he tried to take a bit out of his arm.
“WHAT THE ….” He yelped, spinning to watch a vampire combust into nothing but ashes. “What in the hell was that? Did you do that, Darlin?”
Casting a look behind him in bemusement at his wife, the hunter frowned and took in the look upon her face. At just that moment, boom rocked the house and he was immediately knocked from his feet. Sighing, he slide on his butt a few feet only to end up beside Jo. An upwards glance made him smile even as a wicked grin crossed his face.
“Wow… Did you wear those just for me? That’s my favorite color too…. Are they silk?”
Unfortunately, any reply she might have made was lost as a huge silver wolf bounded over and made a meal out of a couple bloodsuckers that had been advancing. Grimacing, Curse pushed himself to his feet and dove back into the fight even as it seemed to be dwindling.
“I hope to hell that is Erik and not some other form of monster we have to fight.. I don’t know about you but those damned teeth look sharp. Remind me never to piss him off, Darlin…”
From the corner of his eye, Curse saw Ben back behind the bar loading his gun and hoped it was with the bullets he'd supplied Lexi with awhile back.
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