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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 20, 2010 11:05:01 GMT -5
A shotgun blast exploded beside Luka’s head. A long wooden staff flew towards the vampire. There were assaults coming from everywhere directed at him, but none mattered save the threat fairly radiating from the honey-haired witch. Naturally she was in a great deal of pain as Luka bore down on her and drove the talon in deeper, but Lexi still looked up at him with an expression of utter defiance. It was one of the reasons he had been so tempted by her in the first place. The rebelliousness; the strength of will; the sheer fire that the woman possessed was almost enough to make the vampire smitten with her...that was if he had a heart that beat within his chest; which he certainly didn’t.
Luka laughed forebodingly at the witch’s terrified scream; the sound music to his impartial ears. Drowned out was the chorus of chaos erupting all around them. In this instance the only blood he craved was streaming from Lexi’s shoulder. The only horror he saw was in her azure eyes. He grew high from the memories of her torture at his hands; the remembered pain he had once inflicted. Oh, that look that was in her eyes as he closed the lid of her coffin a moment before he put her in that grave. THAT would sustain him for years.
But then something even more curious happened. The energy that was practically glowing from her became corporal; the force enough to throw him backwards several feet and to land on the stage beside the discarded body of a dead vampire. For a moment the Russian was in utter shock. His head swam with some electrical charge that left him too stunned to move; his mouth gaping in bewilderment. It was only when Lexi pulled herself up to approach and her vibrant ruby blood spilled from the wound and landed wit a hiss on the floor did Luka come to his senses. He WANTED that powerful blood to coat his tongue; could already taste it rich and sweet on his gums and fangs. Snaking his tongue across his lower lip, the vampire pushed himself up with the leathery wings; facing Lexi with an air of defiance that nearly made the air around them flicker with power.
“I see is possible to teach old bitch new trick.” He said with a grin spread over his hideous face. Pushing past the force emitting off her that attempted to hold him back; Luka darted forward, grabbing the witch by the hair and wrapping his wings around her like a cocoon. Sheltered from the disorder going on all around them, Luka bared his fangs; his aim once again directed at her vein. This time he was able to sink his teeth into the delicate skin there, and the vampire moaned in satisfaction as the heady taste of it intoxicated him.
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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 20, 2010 16:31:53 GMT -5
Location: Back Bar Tags: Erik, Jo, Curse, Ben, open JoJo gave Curse a look and shrugged. She had no idea what had happened with that vamp that was now ash. But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever it was, it had just helped them out.
Noticing movement on her other side, Jo made a quick glance over her shoulder. She saw that Ben had made a beeline for the bar and disappeared behind it. He must have realized the standard ammo in his gun was not going to do much here.
Turning back to the action in front of her she raised the gun in her own hand and started to fire it at as many vampires as she could. Carefully aiming she didn't miss her mark, hitting them either square in the chest or right between the eyes, she continued until the bolt flew back and locked, indicating that the magazine was empty.
Just about that time she heard a loud booming noise and felt the floor shake beneath her. Luckily she was able to grab a railing that was near by to avoid falling over. She had to drop the gun though and it fell to the floor. Looking down she saw her husband laying flat on his back on the floor. He was looking up at her. When she heard his comment she rolled her eyes, realizing he was looking up her dress.
Jo was about to comment back and help her husband up when Erik came bounding by in his wolf form. It distracted her attention for a moment as she watched him take out a couple more of the suckers. When she turned back, Curse was already back up, back in the fight and making a snarky comment about Erik. Jo just shook her head, all was right in the world, even in the midst of a battle.
With her knife still in hand she took a deep breath and got prepared to follow Curse back into the fight. But, she saw something moving in her peripheral vision and turned to see what it was. She was caught off guard as a vampire was approaching at a fast rate. Blinking in surprise, she felt that wave of energy wash over her again and a wall of flame shot up between her and the on coming vampire. It was enough to stop it dead in it's tracks.
Jo saw the surprise on the bloodsuckers face and it was just enough that she readied her knife, just as suddenly as the wall of flame had risen it disappeared and Jo launched herself at the still stunned vamp. Using both hands on the knife she plunged it into his throat and jerked it from side to side until she had severed the head from the neck.
Stepping back away she growled angrily and loudly. Now she was completely covered in blood. Another huff of a breath and she looked to get back into the fight, which finally seemed to be settling down. Turning to her husband she glared at him as she yelled. "THIS BETTER NOT HAPPEN ON VALENTINE'S DAY!" Then she stood by his side. Slightly crouched. Scanning the area and waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
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Post by jace on Jan 21, 2010 10:29:19 GMT -5
Location: Fire Exit Tags: GideonGrinning impishly, Jace listened to her companions words and then moved a hair bit closer. Something about that smile made her think of lazy summer afternoons and skinny dipping in cool ponds the same color as his blue eyes. Since those were her very favorite activies, it seemed more than natural to wanna lose herself in them. It had SERIOUSLY been to long since she'd relaxed enough to enjoy a mans company. And this guy was definitely all male. He fairly brimmed with a wild, masculine energy. Maybe this was her night after all.
"Hmmmmm...the hotel clerk might look at you weird if you did something like that but... It just so happens that I'm staying at the Holiday Inn until I can get myself an apartment or something."
Tilting her head, she was just about to continued when a commotion came to her attention from the direction of the front door and her heart plummeted to the ground. Sighing, the pretty blond closed her eyes for a moment before tapping her foot a bit ruefully.
"Well, wouldn't you know it," she thought to herself, " A girl can't even carry on an interesting conversation with a good looking guy without crap hitting the fan."
Jace had been perfectly content to stand there and flirt all night, or at least part of it, before someone decided to crash the party. Damn, some people had no sense of timing, she thought to herself as her first glimpse of the fang bearing monsters tunneled into her brain.
"Oh NO!" she moaned, looking around frantically for some sort of weapon. "Bloody HELL! Why does this ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!!"
However, before she could even compute everything happening around them, her companion's voice reached her ears.
“Come on, we better get you outta’ here.”
Giving him a stunned look, she felt him grab on to her and start pulling her through the crowd towards the exit. A quick look around said that he probably had the right idea so she allowed him to snake their way through the now panicking masses. It had been so long since someone had tried to take care of her that it felt bizarrely nice to allow him to think she was a helpless female. That was, until he kicked open the door with strength a normal man shouldn't have had and then turned into a card carrying fur covered werewolf in front of her eyes.
"OH CRAP!" she gasped, backing up until her back hit the door and then watching as two vampires launched themselves at him. "oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." seemed to be the only thought that would clear her frozen mind.
The animal her companion had become turned out to be a savage fighter with a grace that was fascinating to watch. It was clear he was used to a tough fight but Jace knew even the best fighter could take fatal injuries. No sooner had she thought that, then the huge wolf seemed to fold in on himself and crashed to the floor at her feet, turning into a now naked man.
Blinking rapidly, the blond looked around frantically and then bit her bottom lip. His two opponents were dead but that didn't mean more wouldn't be heading in their direction. Fear filled her but she stiffened her spine and yanked off the pretty gold tablecloth from a nearby table and knelt down to wrap it around him.
Sliding an arm underneath him she tried to drag him into sitting position so she could put his arm up around her shoulders and kept up a running monologue while she did it. Even though she knew he'd been protecting her, it was still hard for her to be this close to something she'd seen kill people time and time again. However, he HAD put himself in the way of those vampires for her and there was no way she could run away and leave him in this state.
"Ok, come on Wolf Boy... We gotta get you outta here... Be a nice doggy and we'll get you somewhere safe..... Just don't bite me cause I'm trying to help you and I really don't want to share your furry little problem... I've got enough of them for myself.... Come on, Gideon... A little help here would be nice.... I'll even let you pass out in my bed if you just help me get you out of here..."
Jace had no idea what the hell she was saying but the sound of her own voice became a stationary point in her reeling world. To say she was scared was putting it mildly but she'd never been the type to run away just because a little fear got in the way. What was it her mama had always said? Oh Yeah. "True courage is being afraid but having the guts to stick around to face your fears anyways." Boy howdy, hadn't that just become her life story anymore?
"Come on, Mr. Fuzzy Pants.... Help me out here a little and I promise to look after that wound you got.... "
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw movement and looked up in time to see a bloodsucker barreling down on what he assumed must be a defenseless couple. Growling, Jace dropped Gideon with a soft, "Sorry, handsome" and then sprung up to meet the vampire in mid flight.
"You bastards really know how to ruin a party don't you?" she snarled before grabbing a beer bottle up and slamming it into the creatures face. "Isn't it enough that I have to see your sort on an every day basis anymore? Why can't evil take a holiday for once?"
Giving him a hard kick, she sent him reeling into the nearby banister and his momentum sent him over the rail to the floor below. Turning to the rest of the club, she tapped her foot.
"ANYONE ELSE WANNA A PIECE OF US? CAUSE I'M IN THE MOOD TO HAND SOMEONE THEIR ASS!"
When there didn't seem to be any takers, Jace tossed down the beer bottle and hurried back to her rescuer. Her eyes were concerned as she tried to help him again.
"Sorry about that..... Shit... I think I hear sirens... We gotta get out of here! My cars just around the corner.. If we can make it there, I promise to look after your wound"
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Post by Ben Taylor (AWAY) on Jan 21, 2010 19:14:20 GMT -5
Ben TaylorBen stayed ducked behind the bar as the music blared. He could hear screaming all around him. He dropped his gun as someone crashed into the other side of the bar and toppled over the side to land in front of him.
“Woah!” was all he could say, pressing his back against the wall.
The man lying on the floor seemed to be unconscious, and didn’t look like he belonged to the pale, fanged and deadly crowd.
“Hey,” he said, tapping the side of the man’s face. “Hey, guy, can you hear me?”
He sighed when the man didn’t respond. Well, at least he was under cover and relatively safe for now. Ben grabbed up his gun. Luckily he’d managed to lock the cartridge in before he dropped it. He pulled the hammer back and stood up cautiously to peek out over the bar.
“Holy shit…”
He could see a wolf – presumably Eric – chowing down on a couple of vampires as Curse was standing up from the floor while Jo was clinging to a railing. Something must have happened that he missed, but he didn’t have much time to try to ponder what it was because a vampire came up on Jo.
“JO!”
He brought his gun up to aim it but before he could fire the vampire was blocked by a – was that a wall of fire? Ben blinked as the wall of flames disappeared and Jo plunged her knife into the vampire’s throat.
“Gah!”
Ben had to grab onto the bar to steady himself as something pulled at his ankle. His gun clamored down on the bar under his hand. No way in hell was he letting go of that.
He looked down at the man who had fallen over the bar. He’d woken up and he was freaking out.
“W-what’s happening? What are those things?”
“Just calm down, sir, and stay where you are. You’re gonna be fine.”
Jerking his foot away, Ben got a better grip on his gun and slid it off the bar just as a vamp made a grab for his throat.
“Jesus!”
Jo yelled something about Valentine’s Day as Ben fired a shot into the vampire’s chest. It fell backward and he put another bullet in its head for good measure before glancing up at the stage. What the hell was going on? Were those wings?
“Since when do vampires have…”
As he muttered the statement to himself he realized there was something wrapped up in those wings.
No… Someone.
“Lexi!”
Ben was further away from the stage than he would’ve liked to make a safe shot at the vampire – or whatever the hell he was. He aimed the gun carefully. Maybe he could catch him in the shoulder. His finger hovered over the trigger and he held his breath. If he missed…
But if he didn’t do anything the bastard would drain her.
Hoping the bullet would land between the vampire’s shoulder blades, he fired.
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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 21, 2010 22:50:02 GMT -5
Tag: Jessie, semi-open
Like she had any clue…yeah right! Coulters were notorious for their ability to sniff out trouble and tonight was no different. Why did he think that following his woman into a bar wouldn’t result in some kind of world ending Night of the Living Vampires wanna-be?
“Normal fun?” He managed to snarl as he slammed his elbow into a vampire intent on yanking him from Jessie’s grasp. “Why the hell would you think you could find something like that? You’re a danger magnet!”
Whatever else he was about to growl at her was abruptly cut off as he was flipped over to the side. With another very unhappy noise, he snagged a beer bottle that had been sitting so nonchalantly on the table behind his head, and proceeded to chuck it full force at a fanged moron about to pull the huntress off of him.
Ha, as if he’d ever let that happen. Especially when her hips were moving just right…God, this SO wasn’t the time for those thoughts, but hell if he could fight them off. There was just something about life threatening situations that never failed to make him want to strip her down and mark her as his for all the world to see.
Whoa, talk about some unexpected aggression right there. But, thankfully, before he could delve into that path of thought, their table did a groaning faceplant and sent them rolling on the floor like horny teenagers arguing over who had the dominant position. This time, as motion stopped, Dean was the one on top and he glowered down at Jessie, brow cocked underneath what was quickly becoming a dark bruise on his brow.
“I swear to God, woman,” He said with a low chuckle. “Only you would go to a club that gets his by vampires. Guess that’s why I l—“
Strong hands gripped the worn leather of his jacket and with a very unheroic yelp that he’d regret later, he was pulled off of his woman and tossed a few feet away. Shaking his head to clear the stars, he got to his knees, palming a piece of a table leg as he straightened. He blinked a few times, wiping away a steady dribble of blood that threatened to introduce itself to his eyeball, focused on his new opponent…
And then really, REALLY wished he hadn’t. Holy freaking SHIT, man! Where had the evil vampire on the stage find this guy? Build Your Own Huge Ass Fledgling?
With a roar, the vampire, towering at an impressive height of somewhere around 6’6”, threw himself at him with a dramatic hiss. Somewhere along the lines, the skin along his forearm was introduced to the pointy eye teeth of his opponent, but hell man, he wasn’t known as one of the most notorious hunters in the business for nothing. One good stab to the monster’s heart with a table leg and it was dust to dust baby.
“WHY do they always end up doing the throwing thing? Like it ever does anything but piss me off…” Spinning around to deliver a kick to an unsuspecting vampire’s chest, Dean made it back to where Jessie was standing, face pulled down in a severe show of ‘why can’t life be easy…’
But hell, ‘severe’ couldn’t even begin to cover things when he noticed the telltale crimson steadily dripping down her neck. It was like some kind of phantom fist shoved itself into his chest and started squeezing the hell out of his heart, and before he knew it, he was at Jessie’s side and scooping her up into his arms, vampires or no vampires.
“Why didn’t you say you were hit?!” He practically roared over the noise, ignoring the fighting around him. All that mattered was getting the headstrong huntress to some semblance of safety.
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Post by tyrese on Jan 21, 2010 22:53:30 GMT -5
Tag: Kayla, Matt
Was it wrong that the only intelligent thing going through his mind at that moment was the lyrics of a Dead Pool song? All in all, while he might not be the smallest person on the block, bulk or no, he was definitely starting to get a bit overwhelmed by the vampires seemingly coming out of the woodwork. He should be concerned, anxious, looking for a godsdamn exit…
And yet, the only thing he could really think of with any clarity was ‘LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!’
Yeah, definitely not helping his normal nasty disposition. So, when a stranger went careening into his back? It was just second nature to ignore the rakish smile and flippant words, and wrap one large hand around the poor guy’s scrawny neck.
Gods, there was going to be apologizing in his near future, wasn’t there? He HATED apologizing…
As meaty hooks swung back and forth, sending bodies flying in various directions as he tried his best to make sure their little duet didn’t get a body part stolen, Ty found himself sinking deeper and deeper into the rhythm of movement. One swing, one less enemy. Snatch a piece of wood from the floor, introduce it to the soft tissue of the eye, one less enemy. Kick, block, side hook, grab by the neck…
The dance went on and on, beautiful in symmetry. Everything melted away, except for the fluidity of movement, the dark glee of watching red explode in a fine mist around his head, the sticky warmth of blood on his hands, the subtle sting of teeth and metal gouging at his skin—
And the utter rage that settled onto his shoulders like one helluva dark freaking cloud, as he turned around at Kayla’s voice to see crimson against the soft white of her skin. And people around him were probably thinking that he was angry before. With a sound more animalistic than human, Ty was on the vampire that hurt the waitress faster than the thing could draw breath. Then, it was oh-so-easy to grab it by its neck and use both his weight and gravity to bring it crashing to the ground. Pink and red splattered on the cement, and his knuckles were coated as he hit it again and again and again.
So, it really was completely understandable that, when some random body bumped into his, the skinwalker took it upon himself to reel around and attempt to separate the poor cardshark’s head from his shoulders. All he could see was a fine red mist, and the very un-vampire-like face before him seemed just as monstrous as all the others.
Damn, he really did hate apologizing. Then again, if the guy died in the fight…it was easier to say those two hated words to a fresh grave, or so he’d come to realize.
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 22, 2010 10:43:49 GMT -5
Location: Middle of Dancefloor Tags: Luka, openish You know, there were just some days it didn't pay to get outta bed and this was shaping up to be one of those moments. The blast of a shotgun resounded through the club and Lexi saw Luka move slightly as if to avoid a bullet before he was pushing through her shield and going for her again. With pain interfering with her focus, she struggled to force him back but it was no use.
“I see is possible to teach old bitch new trick.”
Narrowing her eyes, Lexi retorted.
"Yeah well... wish I could say the same for you but your still the same old sadistic bastard in need of a good guillotine."
Vaguely, the blond was aware of the massive panic around them but her gaze was fastened on the creature before her. She knew from past experience that any little twinge of weakness would be savored by the villain so she worked valiantly to project a strong front. He would not find her easy prey this time.
With that in mind and eyes flashing in fury, Lexi glared at the vampire and tried to gather the energy up for another blast. Unfortunately, Luka moved faster than she could blink and had her twisted around so that her body slammed against his. Darkness seemed to encircle her even as her breath left her body and she realized that Luka was entrapping them both inside the folds of his wings.
"NOOOOOOOOO" she screamed even as the light was virtually shut out and the world around them disappeared.
Pain shooting through her shoulder, the young nephilim struggled in his embrace only to feel the sharp bit of fangs sinking into her throat. Instantly, her struggles ceased and she felt her life blood flowing from her own veins and into the vampires mouth. All the emotions of that week a year ago came flooding back and she was frozen in place. Any move she made would only risk her jugular being torn out so Lexi did the only thing she knew to do.
She prayed.
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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 22, 2010 11:37:25 GMT -5
Location: Back by the bar near the stage and dancefloor Tags: Jo, Ben, Lexi, Luka, Max, anyone else who is close or relevant!LOL
Oh yeah.. When Lexi had promised it would be an interesting evening, she'd been telling the truth. Leave it to the angel to have one hell of a party, thought Curse, as he slashed and dashed his way through a few blood suckers intent on making a midnight snack out of him. The woman certainly didn't do anything in half measures, that was for sure. One of these days, he was really going to have to suggest she just forget the whole club thing since trouble seemed to stalk it at every turn. If there was one thing he was damned straight sure of it that he wouldn't be spending anymore major holidays in one of her places. This just SUCKED! Slamming his fist into another oncoming parasites face, the hunter looked around for his wife just in time to see a wall of fire spring up between her and another vampire. For a moment, all he could do was stare in bemusement and then shake his head. Evidently, the vampire was as stunned as he'd been cause it just stood there as the blond launched herself at it and severed its head with a few quick slashes and jerks. "Well hell, darlin... Remind me not to piss you off anytime in the near future!" he drawled out before looking around and spying Ben coming out from around the bar and dealing with a vampire just as his wife shouted something out. "THIS BETTER NOT HAPPEN ON VALENTINE'S DAY!" Turning his green gaze back on his irrate wife, Curse couldn't help the full bodied laugh that escaped him even as he tried to paste on an innocent expression. "But Darlin... You were just telling me how much you missed hunting... You gotta admit.. this really gets the blood flowing." he said with a smirk before flipping his blade and tossing it into the back of a retreating vampires back. "No pun intended..."Suddenly, Ben's voice rang out in the air as a funny sort of quiet seemed to settle in the now almost empty club. Twisting around, Curse prepared for attack while trying to find what the bartender was upset about. “Lexi!”At first, Curses eyes refused to compute what the hell it was he was seeing. In the middle of the dance floor stood what looked to be a creature with huge, bat like wings enfolded around itself. The goulish color of the thing was as terrifying as the fact that the end of one wing seemed to be dripping a crimson liquid on to the floor from one talon like spike. "HOLY FUCKING HELL! WHAT THE DEVIL IS THAT THING?" he practically bellowed just as Ben pulled the trigger on his gun and one of the dead man's blood bullets hit the creature. It was only then that the hunter saw the other thing the other man had been upset about. From underneath the enfolded wings stood a familiar set of legs in black boots. "OH SHIT!! JO! ITS GOT LEX!" he snarled before looking around for his own weapon. "SON OF A FREAKING...... WHY THE HELL DIDN"T I PACK MORE HEAT THAT THIS TONIGHT?" From across the bar, Curse located Max and another man heading their way and saw the fury on his friends face. It was obvious that the man was about ready to loose it. He knew he would feel the same way if it had been his own wife being held by the hell spawn nightmare. "Watch out, Max.... He's got Lexi!"(Ok, After talking with Luka, the girls are going to used their combine powers to get outta this one so there is a plan in motion here! )
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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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 22, 2010 14:03:10 GMT -5
Darn it... You know.. Floors just didn't get any softer the more you hit them, thought the chocolate haired huntress as she and Dean both went tumbling out of the way of stampeding feet. If you added that fact along with the miscellaneous bits of glass and wooden on that same surface, it made for a pretty uncomfortable bed. When they finally came to rest in one spot, she stared up at Dean just as he started to say something.
“I swear to God, woman,” He said with a low chuckle. “Only you would go to a club that gets his by vampires. Guess that’s why I l—“
Unfortunately, he never got the chance to finish what he was going to say because at that godforsaken moment, he was yanked off of her and tossed clear across the floor. Blinking up at the empty space above her, Jessie hissed in fury. How freaking DARE they interrupt a private moment like that! Damn it! She wanted to hear the rest of what he'd been about to say! Somebodies ass was about to be grass and she was going to be the lawnmower!
However, the best laid plans always seemed to go astray. No sooner than the brunette beauty had made it to her feet than she was broad sided by a civilian female running for the door and away from a card carrying fang boy.
Grinning evilly, she directed all her attention to tripping the vampire and then went kung fu on his ass with a piece of a broken table from nearby. As he gave up the ghost, she stood up straight and was brushing her hands off just as she saw Dean heading her way with a put upon look on his face. His eyes riveted to her neck and she could see concern hit him like a punch in the face as he reached her in two long strides and then swept her up in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say you were hit?!”
Blinking, Jessie let him have his way as he ran for the front door and burst out into the midnight air. Her brows furrowed as she pressed a hand to her neck and grimaced.
"Um... well, there really wasn't time, now was there?" she said a bit shakily as she looking up at him. "At least it wasn't life threatening at the moment and since we needed every hand on deck that could fight Dracula in there...."
Giving a slight shrug of her shoulders, the huntress lowered her gaze so that he wouldn't see just how weak she really was. Although the wound wasn't exactly fatal.. She HAD lost quiet a bit of blood and was a bit unstable on her feet.
"The cops will be here soon.... Can we get out of here, you think?" she whispered, trembling and giving into the urge to just be female for once. "I'm afraid you have to drive cause I just took a taxi tonight...Besides which... I think you were saying something back there before we were so rudely interrupted?"
Arching an eyebrow up at him, Jess poked him in the shoulder.
"Don't think your getting out of it just cause of a little fight."
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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 22, 2010 15:13:31 GMT -5
Everything was chaos. Despite having saved Max, Az knew it would be impossible to save everyone in the club. Even as an angel, he could only do as much. He could feel the loss of life around him, the pain, the suffering...all of it. And while the angelic side of him was essentially unaffected by it, there was some other part, something somewhat foreign, which seemed to take it all in. It was his...humanity.Was that really possible? Could archangel such as him really have humanity? For a moment, the concept seemed preposterous, but then it slowly sunk in. After all this time, part of him was human. Which also meant, like all humans, he had something to lose.
The icy fear that shot through his veins did so suddenly, without realization of why. He sensed it before he saw it, and for a moment, his hear stopped. Every breath was a quake in his universe, a blow to his grace.
When he whipped himself around, and turned to look, an expression of horror first crossed over his face. Lexi stood there, on the stage, a vampire sucking the life out of her. He could see her blood streaming down over her shoulder, and the look of agony that gripped her face. It was pure torture.
Next thing he knew, he was airborne, screaming a battle cry that would chill any who heard it to the bone. It wasn't a conscious decision, but rather something internal, something he couldn't fight. The connection between them dragged Azrael into action, filling him with a sense of rage that would make the majority of the universe quake in fear.
The scythe was gone from his hand, and instead, a bright light was shining from it, ready to eradicate the vampire to the point of non-existence. Death would not settle for Lexi's attacker. Azrael would do worse to him, make him suffer the wrath of an archangel.
And yet, suddenly he was powerless to do anything.
As his power of old rose through him, he suddenly felt a flare of agony erupt in his chest. At its onset, his power seemed to flicker and die away with him, banished from his hold.
It was the seal.
When he had fallen, and God had showed him mercy, a seal had been placed on him, blocking him from using any of his higher powers. After all, he had been a pit-bull that had betrayed his master, and although his master has spared him, he'd put him on a leash now to keep him in line. This seal was Heaven's leash on him, to keep him from doing anything beyond the scope of their allowance. And apparently, doing everything in his power to save Lexi was more than he was allowed.
"NO!!!!!" he screamed, a look of horror washing over his features. Part of him struggled against the hold of the seal, but it wasn't enough. Nothing he could do would be enough to break it.
And then, with a sickening flair of pain, the seal shone brightly, and flung him across the room. He went crashing though the crowd till, with a loud bang, he smashed into the wall on the opposite side of the room.
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Post by kayla on Jan 23, 2010 2:10:18 GMT -5
Location: Behind the Stage Tags: Matthew, Ty, Open
It couldn't be put into words the way she felt watching Ty cut through the bodies of vampires that stood between them and that backstage door. At least she HOPED they were all vampires. She almost lost her footing altogether when that sonic boom rocked the club, grabbing at him once more as she teetered, so glad she had taken her high heels off. But other than that and the scratch on her arm she had managed to remain intact.
The sight of him covered in so much blood made her want to scream and to check him from head to toe to ensure it wasn't his blood. She was pretty sure that some it had to be. How did one cantankerous, surly, overbearing man suddenly become so important to her. Sure he was gorgeous but then again there were plenty of gorgeous and cruel men in the world. Looks had never really been what kept her attention.
But...he-had- come for her. Despite all odds and risk to himself, he'd come for -her-.
A look that was a combination of horror and confusion crossed her face as Matthew arrived and dispatched an overly grabby vampire. It wasn't that part that drew such a reaction from her though....
...it was the fact that he bumped into Ty afterward. That look in the big, bald man's eyes was so remote. So distant and alien to her. A small scream left her as she watched Ty grab the funnyman by the throat and lift him up and she moved forward quickly, pulling on the bouncer's arm.
"Ty! No! You don't wanna do this. Ty?!? PUT HIM DOWN!!" she screamed as she tried to position herself in between the men and draw the big guy's attention. "He's one of the good guys!!"
It was no good. She could see that much. Her words were not penetrating into his mind. Maybe his ears didn't even hear them right now. Taking drastic measures she raised a small fist and punched him square in the chest. She might get pummeled over someone that was a complete stranger but it wasn't just for Matt, it was for Ty as well. She couldn't let him live with that regret.
Her initial punch had no effect. It was like punching a brick wall. Several more hard punches were given, all her wiry strength put into it.
Panting hard and looking back at Matthew as his face began to purple she thought fast and hard. What could she do to distract the big guy?
Recalling the conversation earlier that morning she grabbed him by his lapels and rose up on bare tiptoes, hands moving up to his face and holding his cheeks gently between her palms. Taking a deep breath she leaned in against him, using his body for balance as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him.
It wasn't one of those passionate, tongue-filled kisses. It wasn't even a forceful mashing of lips together to where teeth clacked. No...
...It was gentle as a butterfly wing, soft tiers sliding over his lips, the barest hint of her warmed breath tickling over his skin, the gentle, floral fragrance of her shampoo drifting into his personal space. It was chaste, innocent even, but it sent little jolts of electricity through her that she felt from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Drawing back slowly and lowering off her tip toes as she slid her hands slowly away from his cheeks, her eyes wide as she stared up at Ty, the world seemed to just stop around her. There was no blood shed and carnage taking place. There was not a stinging, ache in her arm from the slashes. There wasn't even any blood smeared over her dress and hands and even her lips where they'd touched his blood splattered lips. There was just Him.
A little breathless she raised a trembling hand to her lips, fingertips touching lightly as she breathed an unbelieving and stunned...."Wow."
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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 23, 2010 11:44:59 GMT -5
Location: Back by the bar near the stage and dancefloor Tags: Curse, Ben, Lexi, Luka, Max, anyone else who is close or relevant!JoJo was glad that the fight seemed to be dying down. Curse was still fighting off vamps and she was basically finishing off the ones that were still stumbling around. With everything that had been happening she hadn't been able to pay attention to what was going on anywhere else.
Giving her husband a narrowed eye look as he laughed and commented on their conversations about missing hunting. Jo shook her head, grumbling. "Yeah... Big difference between wanting to get back into hunting and being ambushed and people massacred on New Years, on our anniversary no less. Damn fucking blood suckers." Jo's attention was pulled away by Ben's frantic voice. It took her a few seconds to figure out what he was yelling about but when she saw him fire the gun she followed the direction the bullet was heading. Gasping at the sight that her eyes fell upon she blinked her eyes and shook her head to make sure she wasn't imagining it.
What had once been Luka, normal looking human vampire looking Luka was now something else entirely. It was grotesque looking, leathery skin, giant wings and deadly looking long claws. Jo realized about the same time Curse yelled out that the creature had Lexi wrapped inside it's embrace.
A panic started to rise up but it was mixed with various other emotions, one of them being extreme anger. Without even thinking she ran toward the scene and could see that the creature didn't just have Lexi trapped, he was feeding on her. As she ran she screamed out. "NOOOOOOOOO! LUKA!! Let her go you creepy, sadistic fucking bastard!" Jo wasn't sure what she was going to do but she knew she couldn't just let the monster kill her friend. Hoping she could at least distract the freakish vampire. Suddenly, that wave of energy seemed to wash over her again. Skidding to a stop Jo watched, shocked as a burst of flame seemed to appear in front of her and flew through the air toward Luka. The fire washed over him and then dissipated. Jo stood there with her mouth agape, breathing hard. She was starting to feel a bit weak but she stood her ground. Jo had no idea what was going on at the moment. This was just some crazy night.
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Dean Winchester
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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 23, 2010 20:59:52 GMT -5
Tag: Jessie Location: Alleyway, two blocks away from Wicked
Oh yeah, Fate just had a way of biting a guy in the ass. He’d really been ready to say that dangerous word; the one that never failed to make his eyeballs cross and airways close up. Damn, there was just something about fighting a room full of vampires that made a guy start thinking about all kinds of unobtainable things…
But before he could go too far into that lovely brooding park path, reality gave him a swift kick in the nuts. Which was all and good for his current disposition…but hell, man. First vampires, then Jessie starts looking like Carrie with that freaking river of blood pouring down her neck, and now a shockwave? Did anyone really NEED some random burst of energy to shoot out from somewhere near the other side of the bar, practically knocking everyone in a ten mile radius over?
And not to mention that a sudden flare of heat from the middle of the room was also an unwelcome visitor. What, had someone brought in an alien faze gun and a flamethrower? REALLY NOW?
With a grunt, Dean found himself staggering forward a bit as whatever invisible- albeit…sparkly? Was it really sparkly, or was that the stars dancing in front of his eyes?- force that surged through the club managed to knock him straight in the back.
Thank God for quick reflexes, or he’d have had some real air time with that one. There was an almost pained look on his face as he glanced back at Wicked’s front doors. What the hell had just happened in there? Was it something to do with the crazy ass vampire? And speaking of that freak; who the hell WAS he?! And why was he after Lexi?
But, turning back to his woman as she started to speak again, whatever curiosity he had about what was going down back inside the building disappeared. Jessie was hurt and that was all that mattered.
The world could deal with its problems without a Winchester brother, he thought grimly. And holy crap did he mean it, when he looked at the blood on her neck, scooping her up into his arms with a low rumble.
Damn, he really had meant it when he said he’d let the world burn for her. Talk about not going in the direction he’d started on in the club…
“A little fight?” He asked with a raised brow, glancing back at the building. People were still running out screaming and waving their hands, and bodies lay scattered on the sidewalk around it. “You call THAT a little fight? Woman, you’re getting to be as jaded as I am, and that’s saying a lot.”
Practically jogging down the street toward the alleyway he’d left the Impala- mental mantra: ‘she’s gonna be fine, she’s gonna be fine, I’ma kill her if she isn’t fine…’- he toed open the side door and deposited her inside. The distant wail of sirens could be heard, but from their side street position, it was doubtful that anyone would stop to question them.
With a terse ‘STAY,’ he practically leapt over to the trunk, and pulled out a very banged up first aid kit. Back at her side as a fleet of police cars zoomed by, he knelt down and yanked out a roll of gauze.
“And you say that I’M the one who needs to keep my guard up,” He said with a forced grin. God, if the sight of blood on her didn’t make his gut tighten into a fist. “So, who’s the one that needs patching up this time, Coulter?”
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Post by max on Jan 24, 2010 8:02:40 GMT -5
That the angel had taken the vampires sneaking behind him to take a bite of him hadn’t done much into swaying his affection. For all Max cared, the angel’s presence could very well be the reason Luka was there. He wasn’t about to just believe it was a coincidence, an angel and a psychotic vampire showing up in the same night? If Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny showed up he would say they were working together with the ones killing innocents as well.
And as the chaos around issued still, a few more vampires that crossed his path lost their head in the wake of his hunting frenzy. The only thing the hunter cared was to reach for his wife and keep that damned monster away from her, no matter if that cost his life, he had make a promise that he would protect her from him and intended to keep it. No matter that Lexi was way more powerful than her husband, she was the love of his life and he would die before abandoning her.
Using the shotgun barrel to push away a set of fangs that came in too close for his comfort, he pushed the vampire away until it was pressed back against the wall. Connecting his knee with the vampire’s stomach, the hunter used the momentum to turn around the shotgun and a blast at close range had a hole in the wall where the plaster mixed up with the vampire’s blood and skin in a sickening mess.
That was the moment when a scream reached his ears and his attention was awakened for his hunting frenzy and back to the stage. Panic and anger filled his mind as he saw Lexi hurt and the creature burst into flames.
Without even thinking about it, or choosing not to before he could get Lexi away from that bastard, he opened fire and rushed to her.
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Post by matt on Jan 24, 2010 8:08:38 GMT -5
Okay, who had the bright idea of bumping into an obviously insane guy who was twice his size and went through about a dozen of vampires as if they were made of cardboard? Uh…oh, ok…never mind. Next question?
The guy reached for him, too quick for Matt to react, he would add. “Not in the face! For my fans' sake?” All that he had time for was to gulp and take a deep breath before baldilocks had a hold on his throat and was raising him from the ground and now Matthew knew exactly how a pickle jar felt.
Trying to move the man’s hand away from him was like trying to push away a very solid rock wall. He was going to spend some time in the gym after that…if there was an after.
People always said that he needed goals in life. Alright, first goal: Not die. Second goal: Look good doing it. How was that for a set of goals?
“Come on big guy…let me go!” he struggled against the oppressing hold on his neck, trying hard to breathe, “Pretty please?...With sugar on top?...I will buy you a new toupee?”
Got to love psychotic guys with no sense of humor when they were trying to separate your head from the rest of his body with bare hands. And crap! It was getting really hard to breathe…shouldn’t he be seeing a light and his pet turtle, Mr. Pete, right now?
And then there was this romantic scene of the girl he saved kissing the big guy who was trying to kill him. Everything was so lovely and beautiful about people in love. But they seemed to be forgetting about one crucial detail. “Not that…this hasn’t been beautiful…and I hate to…spoil the moment…but…good guy dying over here!”
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