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Post by alessandra on Jan 16, 2010 19:37:42 GMT -5
Location: Main Bar floor by the stairs Tags: Matthew (in passing) Tyreese, open Yeah... OK... so this night just wasn't going as planned. Not that THAT was anything new but.. DAMN! Wasn't it enough that she had to battled these creeps on an every day basis? But Oh No... They had to go and crash a perfectly good party too! As the waitress finally got her butt moving, AJ was delightedly suprised to find that the girl actually knew a bit about fighting. She seemed to turn into a fireball right in front of her.
"So.. The kitten has claws!" she thought to herself as she smirked and kicked yet another wanna be Dracula back from the banister. She heard Kayla's words about following her and AJ turned watch her smack an attacker with her tray. Running hell bent for leather down the aisle of the upstairs floor, the slender woman was making tracks even as the huntress saw a mass of vampires swarming up the stairs. Hesitating only a second, the huntress lost her in the flow.
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" she swore as a body hit the table directly in front of her and her gaze meet the victim's. His eyes were slightly suprised but she thought she could see a trace of humor in them.
“This is going to leave a bruise…” he said opening his eyes to gaze upon a cute brunette that had just plunged a bottle into one of the vampire’s throat. “Hello there darling…” he said giving her a charming smile before the vampire grabbed him again, “…would you be so kind to give me a little help?”
Blinking in surprise, the huntress shook her head and reacted purely on reflex. Raising a slender leg, she kicked the vampire holding the dude hard and then spun to sink the broken beer bottle into its throat with a savage thrust. As it howled and staggered backwards, AJ glanced at the man and made sure he was on his feet.
"Save it Romeo! I'm no ones "darling" and this really isn't the time to be getting friendly.You better get the hell out of here before you become lunch!" she bellowed before spying another civilian in trouble and groaning as she realized she was not without a weapon. "Oh HELL!! Who FREAKING INVITED THESE ASSHOLES? Talk about lacking manners!"
Giving the man she'd just saved another look, she shrugged in apology as she yelled.
"Excuse me... I've got some vampires to destroy. I'd say it was nice meeting you but....given the circumstances... I just hope you survive the night!"
Looking around frantically, AJ finally spotted another bottle and proceeded to smash it too. The woman she'd been following was long gone by then and she swore as she hoped she'd made it somewhere safe. Doing away with another vampire that tried to make a meal out of her, she glanced down to see the bouncer from a few night ago taking on a swarm weaponless. While he seemed to be capable of holding his own, she knew shear number could overwhelm any fighter.
"Damn, leave it to Mr. Muscle to get himself in a fix!" she hissed before snatching up a tray off the bar and heading for the stairs.
Hoping against hope that the move she was about to pull worked, the petite young woman launched the tray and herself on to the slick railing and let out a laugh as she skied down the expanse like a skateboarding pro. The vampires on the stares were so startled that she made it all the way down and flew smack into the one that was just about to attack the bouncer from behind.
"TAKE THAT YOU BASTARD!" she shouted as she regained her feet and used her impromtu skateboard as a blade and embedded it in the creatures throat. "Yeah.. now THAT is what I'm talking about!"
Turning her attention to the fight in front of her, she realized that shit was hitting the fan everywhere. Obviously, there were more hunters than she thought inside and that was somewhat of a relief. Unfortunately, even as she registered those words, she spied the waitress from a few moments ago on the stage. Practically into the master monsters lap.
"BLOODY HELL!" she swore before throwing herself at another bloodsucker about to try to take out the snarling bouncer. "HEY CUE BALL!! I THINK YOUR WAITRESS FRIEND IS IN NEED OF SOME HELP! LOOKS LIKE SHE JUMPED FROM THE FRYING PAN STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I CAN GET THROUGH THIS MASS!"
Raising her booted foot, the huntress embedded the heel of it in a particularly brave vampires groin. Using her tray again, she smacked it in the face and then suddenly spied Jess across the club fighting for her life.
"Damn... this wasn't exactly what I was thinking when I mentioned a girls night out!" she muttered to herself before turning her attention to the battle in front of her.
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Post by Ben Taylor (AWAY) on Jan 16, 2010 19:49:22 GMT -5
Ben TaylorBen was always a fan of New Year’s Eve. It was all about fresh starts, and celebration. ‘Woohoo! We made it through another year!’ When half your friends spent their downtime risking their lives to fight things like demons and vampires, having them all together and, well, alive, was the best thing in the world to celebrate.
Of course, the club was packed, which meant Ben was pretty busy tending bar and taking care of whatever odds and ends Max and Lexi needed taken care of. It was a big night for the two of them, not only another night of a success for the club with this awesome party, but their Anniversary on top of it.
For the most part, the night was a blur. Ben was mostly focusing on doing his job while the concert went on around him and his friends and co-workers came and went. He was especially glad to see Curse and Jo when they arrived. Not that he didn’t value all of his friends, but there had been a too-long period of time where he’d thought Curse was dead, and Jo had been left to raise her twins alone. Seeing them together and happy was definitely a relief, to say the least.
Ben served drinks to his various customers with cheerful smiles, but didn’t make as much conversation as he normally would have, being overly busy. He tried to keep an eye on the new waitress, Kayla, but he wasn’t able to help her out as much as he would’ve liked. She reminded him of Lexi when he’d first met her, back in their college days when they’d both worked at the same restaurant. Other than a few less-than-graceful moments, she seemed to be doing alright.
Everything seemed to be fairly uneventful – a good party with good friends, lots of drinks and smiles.
And then the vampires came.
He didn’t notice them at first. It just seemed like a large group of people had entered the club. But Ben quickly realized as his more supernaturally-inclined friends took notice that something was wrong. As if to punctuate his point, a man leaped up on stage like a jacked up monkey and grabbed the microphone.“Now the party can begin…” Ben’s eyes went wide. Whatever this was, he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to end well.“Ohhh shiiiitt,” he muttered just as he heard Curse shout over the din.“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?”Ben didn’t know the answer to that question, but everywhere he looked there was bloodshed. He looked around at anyone he could see still hanging around the bar area, either panic-stricken or just totally oblivious.“Hey, listen up, people,” he said, his voice louder than it normally was to get their attention. “You need to get out of here as fast as you can, but ONLY if you can find a safe exit. If you’re not sure it’s safe, fuckin’ HIDE. There’s some shit goin’ down.”Ben grabbed his handgun from behind the bar, unlocked the safety, and pulled the hammer back before slipping it into the back of his jeans.
He moved out from behind the bar, making a beeline for Jo and Curse.“Jo, what the hell is – HOLY SHIT!”He’d stopped mid-senses as he’d seen a group of vampires gathering behind Curse and walking toward them. Ben pulled the gun from his jeans, but didn’t aim it yet. He was pretty sure bullets weren’t going to kill these things, but he also figured shooting one in the kneecap would at least slow it down for a few minutes.
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Post by erik on Jan 16, 2010 20:42:47 GMT -5
The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it (Ty and Erik's theme song) Location: A bit of everywhere but ends up on stage Tags: Tyreese, Kayla, Luka
New Years Eve. A time of general good will and hope. A time when the world seemed to have new possibilities and fresh life. For some, anyways. To others, it was just another year gone. A passage in the marking of time. Nothing special and nothing unique. Looking out over the party goers in his club, Erik found himself distanced from the chatter and laughter around him. From what seemed like a long distance off, he went about his business and felt so remote that nothing made any impact on his cool shell. Leaving the stage after the bands set, the wolf walked through the club checking with his bouncers and then settled at the lower bar to get a scotch. Everything seemed to be flowing smoothly so he nodded to the bartender and then turned to observe the club. Drunks talked to loud and women in scantly dresses posed for the best effects. Even as his gaze ran over them, more than one woman gave him a "come here" look and he coolly arched a disinterested brow before continuing on. It was the same every night and nothing new. Pushing away from the bar, Erik tossed back his whiskey and then began to move towards the front. However, before he made it half way there, screams and shouts began to resound through the place. Frowning, the blond warrior's blue eyes narrowed and he was infuriated to see a mass of people pushing and shoving into the club. When one bared teeth and snatched a lady right off her feet, a slow, evil smile stole over his features and he was instantly moving. Since mass confusion seemed to be invading, he didn't bother to try to fight his way through the crowd but flashed himself right to the woman's side. Reaching out, he caught the creatures throat in a vise like hold before crushing its windpipe and tossing it with all this strength against the brick wall. "Somebody forgot to teach that boy his manners! How rude..." he declared to the stunned lady. Staring at him with wide eyes, the woman backed way and started to scream hysterically before disappearing into the roiling crowd. Sighing, Erik shrugged and turned to throw himself into the fray. Some people just had no sense of appreciation these days. As he fought through a mass of Erik became aware of Tyreese taking out a few blood suckers by the door and then working his way towards the upper bar. A quick glance in that direction revealed the new waitress and a petite brunette. "Shit!" he thought to himself just before he was attacked by two of the more idiotic creatures. "You boys really need to do your homework before coming into my house and creating trouble. Someone forgot to warn you that bearding a wolf in its den is dangerous."With an awful crack, he bashed the two's skulls together and then sent one flying head first into concrete. The other hapless vampire was treated to a strong grip literally ripping its head right off its shoulders. "You blood suckers never learn do you?"Looking quickly around, Erik saw his friend taking on several opponents at one time and shook his head. What a fucking show off, he though to himself before picking up a table and tossing it directly at a few of the parasites and watching it slam them into the corner. As the wood shattered, he advanced and picked up a pair of now sharp legs and headed for TY. When he was a few feet away, he shouted. "BROTHER! Who the hell taught you to fight? I could have taken them all with a hand tied behind my back. Quit playing with the infants and get your ass moving."When the man looked at him, Erik tossed him one of the newly fashioned stakes. Just then, he noticed the brunette he'd seen above bashing into a vampire that was about to jump Ty from behind. As she righted herself, she shouted something out that made his blood run cold. Turning in the direction of the stage, he saw Kayla not 10 feet from non other than the sadistic vampire, Luka. "BY ALL THE FREAKING GODS ABOVE!" he snarled, already shifting space to arrive on the stage right behind Kayla and jerking her out of the vampire's reach. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING WOMAN?" he shouted.
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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 16, 2010 21:37:24 GMT -5
Things just didn't want to work out, did they?
While Az tried to keep his cool, and not incite any panic, Lexi's own abilities seemed to alert her of the issue. And apparently, it was an issue she was familiar with, judging by the innate sense of fear that resonated from her at its realization. It was curious, he though, just what exactly could inspire that much horror in her, knowing how powerful she truly was.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he reached out mentally, not to invade her mind and get the answer, but rather to extend his consciousness and gain a sense of what was going on. In his mind's eye he could see it all, the chaos in the main room of the club, and death that was ensuing amongst the carnage and gore. In one sense it was disheartening to him, so see such a loss of life. But in another way, it only served to fuel him; after all, he was death, and to have so much of it here would help strengthen him.
"Man, that looks bad out there," Jasper commented, his own thoughts screaming abhorrence at the scene he was observing in mind. "All those people...you have to go and try to help them!"
Protecting Lexi came first though. "I will," he promised. "But first, I need to keep Lexi and Max safe." Lexi was...important to him. And even though he didn't like Max, Az just couldn't not protect him and just let him die. Something told him Lexi wouldn't appreciate that much.
"There's a horde of vampires attacking the club." Azrael opened his eyes slowly, and the emotion in them was more than apparent. That many deaths...were a tragedy. "The one leading them seems to be parading around on stage. I'm guessing that's this Luka?"
Conditions in the club would be too hectic to try and do this the heavenly way. Complete annihilation, like most angels would do, would kill everyone, and not just the vampires. So Az was going to have to do this the hard way, just like the old days when the war was still going on. He was going to have to deal with this human style.
Holding out his hand, a brief shady light shone, and managed to form itself into his scythe before it faded away. "So, what's the plan?" he asked, holding the scythe aloft.
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Post by matt on Jan 16, 2010 22:42:19 GMT -5
There was something about seeing a girl kicking a vampire’s head that he found incredibly charming, especially if that saved his hide from being a snack. Did he look like food on a stick for that guy want to bite him anyways? Damn himself for looking so incredibly tasty.
"Save it Romeo! I'm no ones "darling" and this really isn't the time to be getting friendly. You better get the hell out of here before you become lunch!"
Giving a bow in appreciation for his rescuer, he stopped for a moment upon hearing her words and smiled. “That means you’re single then?”
But she was already rushing off and he sighed. People were always in such a hurry those days, it was a real shame. “So that’s no on a date then?” he tried calling after her, “Oh well…”
But the skateboard tray thing she did seemed really cool.
Looking back to see the vampire holding his throat in pain, he raised a brow at the creature. “That will teach you to mess with me,” he said rushing away the dust from his jacket and leaned down to pick his hat before hearing the vampire growl as it pushed itself up and lunged at him once again. “Oh, be quiet!” he added, reaching for a chair and smashing it against the vampire, making the bloodsucker fall over the rail into the floor bellow.
Gazing around, Matt searched around for another tray to see if he could mimic the stunt, but there was none left. “Maaaan!” he whined in a low voice, “Why I don’t get to do a cool dramatic exit like that? Bummer!”
Shrugging, he took the stairs.
Now, there was this little voice he might call a pesky conscience discussing with his survival instinct. His senses were telling to get out of there and save his own hide, but that also that a lot of innocent people would die there and that he might save a few of them. What he was about to do seemed really stupid…but also very fun, enough to make the corners of his lips curve in a smile.
Walking up to the next vampire who was about to drink from a girl, he poked it lightly on his shoulder and waited for the creature to turn around and look at him in confusion.
“Excuse me sir,” he said apologetically, “but I don’t believe she is in the menu.”
Concentrating into the bloodsucker’s mind, Matt was able to read his thoughts before he moved, it was just a split second head start, but it was better than nothing. Leaning slightly to the left he was able to avoid the fist coming his way, and then stepping backwards have him missing another, and then leaning to the left had the vampire smashing its hand in the pillar behind Matthew’s head.
“Say, this IS kind of fun!”
The creature however didn’t seem to be having a good time because it lunged at him with fury in his eyes, Matt sidestepped slightly and placed his feet in the way of the vampire before watching it stumble and smack its head in the wall, falling unconscious.
Straightening his jacket, Matthew couldn’t help but smirk. “Alright…who’s next?” he asked casually as he looked around the chaos that issued.
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Post by j on Jan 16, 2010 22:49:00 GMT -5
Pale guys with sharp teeth and the annoying habit to simply ignore when you blow their brains out. What went on with the good old psychopath with the chainsaw or the homicidal maniac with the automatic rifle, did such things go out of fashion after he was kicked out of the force or something? Maybe those psychiatrists were right after all, it was all just in his head and he had turned into what they always said he would, a dangerous maniac that couldn’t distinguish reality from fantasy.
But man…’fantasy’ had quite a tight grasp on his neck right now that was making it difficult for him to breath. And his gun had fallen when the guy had started to throw him around the place a minute ago, not that it would do much good other than giving them a major headache it seemed.
Suddenly the grasp in his throat vanished causing him to fall to his knees and his lungs to fill with precious air again. He wouldn’t quite complain about the pollution anymore.
Pulled by his shirt, his head turned to his right to notice Syria with a grin on her face. “You know, I shouldn’t be surprised to find you when something crazy like this happens. If all you wanted was a second date you could just have called.”
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 17, 2010 10:13:08 GMT -5
Location: Upper offices to main bar floor Tags: Max, Azreal, Luka, open
Terror and fear warred through her as she closed her eyes and tried to quail her shaking limbs. There weren't many things in this world that scared her but Luka was one. Just the sense of his presence was enough to make her want to throw up and she had to fight the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her. If her employee's saw her in this state, it would only cause an even bigger uproar and she couldn't let them see her weakness. From somewhere far off, she heard Azrael talking and felt Max pull her into his embrace but she couldn't seem to compute it all for the panic trying to rip it way out.
When Max pushed her away and headed for the door, she finally broke through the ice that was encasing her. With eyes filled with anxiety, she cast her grandfather a look and then ran after her husband. Past experience told her that he couldn't take on the vampire alone and by the sound of it... More than one was inside the club.
"Max!! WAIT!!!" she called out but it was drowned out as they hit the bottom of the stairs and turned through the wooden doors leading out on to the main club floor.
The sight that meet their eyes was horrific. People were pushing and clawing their way towards any exit they could manage and even the back room was flooded by civilians trying to escape. No doubt, the police would be notified shortly and they would be hard pressed to explain away what happened.
"CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!" Lexi hissed as she took in the club and then searched the waves for familiar faces. Jo and Curse were by the back bar fighting, Erik was working his way through the crowd destroying anything in his path that sprouted fangs, Tyreese was backed by the stairs fighting savagely, Ben was helping the Jordans and other various hunters were doing their parts through out the rest of the club. How many vampires were there? Lexi just couldn't tell for sure.
Suddenly, a movement on the stage caught her attention and the blond was aghast to see the new waitress, Kayla land on the stage. Not 10 feet from her stood the figure of all her nightmares. Luka Nevaro.
"MAX!! LOOK!" she shouted, already moving towards the stage, pushing others out of her way like they were toys. Before she got more than a few steps though, she saw Erik flashing himself on to the stage and jerking the young waitress out of the direct path of the vampire. "Damn it... MOVE PEOPLE!"
Finally reaching a deserted area, the slender woman raced towards the stage and pummeled a vampire that dared to get in her way.
"LUKA!!! YOU EVIL SON OF A BITCH!" she shouted out over the crowd. "YOU FREAKING BLOOD SUCKING REJECT! HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE!"
Desperate to distract the vampire from the two people on stage, the blond threw herself forward and snarled up at her mortal enemy for the middle of the dance floor.
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Jessie Coulter ♬
Admin
Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 17, 2010 10:49:53 GMT -5
Location: Main club floor somewhere Tags: Dean, openish Kick, hit, slash. Kick, hit, slash. Kick, hit, slash. It was a comforting, familiar routine that allowed Jessie some semblance of order even as she battled one after another of the blood sucking trash that had invaded the club. This wasn't exactly how she'd pictured spending her evening but there wasn't any help for it either. What was that saying? Oh yeah, shit happened. Just another day in the life of a hunter. Oh happy, happy Joy, Joy. Didn't it just make you warm and tingly all over... NOT!
Growling as her current opponent grabbed her hair, Jessie gritted her teeth and glared at the monster. Her eyes flashed in anger as she brought her knee up into the creatures groin and shoved him back.
"Jeez Louise.... Don't you people know anything more than catfighting? Only a girl grabs hair .. or a sissified punk."
Backing away in order to catch her breath, Jessie suddenly ran into something from behind. Reacting on instinct, she whirled around ready to nail whatever it was only to find herself staring up at Dean who wore a pissed off expression. OH Hell, she was definitely in trouble now and this one wasn't actually her fault! She was just an innocent party goer this time! Somehow, she didn't figure that one was going to fly though if his look was any indication.
Dropping her arm, she suppressed the need to fall into him as she meet his gaze. Pressing her hand to her neck, she sighed and gave him her best "puppy dog" face.
"Hey baby.. Fancy seeing you here... We really gotta quit meeting like this!" she tried to joke, realizing that her limbs were trembling in fatigue.
"Only you would pick a place that's being raided by vampires!"
Looking mildly affronted, the huntress frowned at him and saw a vampire going for her lovers back. Reaching forward, she yanked him closer and then flipped her dagger end over end to embed itself into the creatures throat.
"Like I had any clue these assholes would show up!" she shouted before knocking him backwards with her own weight to land on top of a nearby table as something whistled over their heads. "I was just trying to have a bit of normal fun."
From her position laying on top of him, Jess tried to grin and then shrugged. Wiggling her body just a bit impishly, she gazed down at him as if they weren't in the midst of a life or death battle and drawled.
"But I'm sure as hell glad you showed up when you did! Have I told you that I missed you? I've been thinking about you all evening..."
Just as those words were out, someone bumped into the side of their table and the whole thing overturned and sent them rolling on the floor.
"AW HELL.... HERE WE GO AGAIN!"
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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 17, 2010 11:23:24 GMT -5
Location: Back bar on main floor Tags: Jo, Ben, openishNoting with some relief that his wife was armed, Curse looked around and tried to get his barrings. He hadn't exactly been planning for trouble but now that it had hit... Well, a person adapted pretty damned fast
"Holy shit... Babe, if I'm not mistaken, that is Luka. And he is one bad mother fucker of a vampire. This little knife right here isn't going to be too much of a help on him. I think we need to deal with his minions and get the civilians the hell out of dodge."
At Jo's words, the hunter cast her an askance look and then growled. Not only did these vampires feel the need to crash a party but they were lead by a certain malicious leader to boot? Hell, wasn't this just shaping up to be an interesting night. Straight out of a really bad horror story to be exact.
"Your telling me that Lexi's old buddy has decided to look her up and this is his way of saying hello? I hope to hell none of your old friends ever decided to show him up.. or mine either for that matter. Mental note to self, NEVER to agree to help out at WICKED again.. Especially on our anniversary. As much as I like playing the dashing hero... I'd much rather be making time with my wife at home if this shits going to hit the fan!" he declared before seeing Ben Taylor heading for them.
Seeing the expression on the man's face, Curse immediately spun on his heel and fired a shot that hit one of the vampires squarely in the chest. As it exploded inside the creature, he could see the condensed dead man's blood immediately start to works its effects as it spread quickly through its system.
"HELL YEAH! THESE PUPPIES WORK!" he declared before grinning at his wife and instantly moving to kick one of the villains back that dove at them. Aiming again, he fired again at point blank range and hit another in mid stride. Then, the remaining one was upon them with a hissing snarl. From the corner of his eye, he saw two more creatures heading their way and one approaching Ben from behind.
"JO!!" he shouted, tossing her his glock. "Use this!"
Then diving into the fray, he took on one in hand to hand combat as he tried to beat it down before it could get to his wife or friend. As it tried to sink its fangs into his arm, he shoved it back and sighed in mock disappointment.
"Bad vampire. No threat for you. Didn't your mama teach you that its not polite to bite people? Guess not."
Bringing his elbow down hard on the creatures neck as he went by, Curse grinned and cast his wife a wink.
"Well, you did say you missed some action!"
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Syria DeDarko
*Shifter*
Werewolf Loup-garou
Hunter for Hire
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jan 17, 2010 17:24:06 GMT -5
Just seeing him was enough to ignite the familiar fire in her veins. She could feel the slow burn of the flames spreading through her body, and had to bite down on her lip just to keep herself focused. Part of her just wanted t ignore all the chaos, and start a repeat of that night from earlier that very week, but the more logical part of her knew it to be a little too unwise. She had to not only keep herself alive, and as many people as she could in the club, but of course Fallon on top of that too now.
Trust Fallon to have a sense of humor in a time like this. "I could say the same to you," she retorted, pausing only to kick down another vamp and pull Fallon closer to her. "Next time, while I appreciate the gesture, a horde of vampires is just not my kind of gift, especially on only the second date." She grinned. "Just bring me flowers next time, 'kay? That, or a new machete would be nice."
A body flew towards them, and Syria quickly pulled Fallon out of the way. It only took one small glance to spot the rest of the hunters snapping into their respective grooves, beginning to fight back against the vamps with almost military precision. Now that the attack had lost its element of surprise, the hunters were gaining the upper hand, but that still wasn't enough to negate the loss of life that had occurred in the original wave.
"I need to get you somewhere safe," Syria told Fallon, her tone now serious.
But where was safe? Her eyes scanned the club, but amidst all the fighting and the dead bodies, there wasn't exactly a place to just stash someone and run. Plus, there were bound to be more vamps outside just waiting to pick off whoever survived the inside assault. Come to think of it, as of now, the safest place for Fallon was probably right by her side.
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Post by max on Jan 17, 2010 18:33:47 GMT -5
Rage.
That was what was consuming Max’s mind. There they were at a celebration, a genuine happy moment he was sharing with his wife and now not only angels but a psychotic vampire that had cause so much pain to his wife was there right on her club. How they dared? To intrude like this? To place at danger the ones he cared for most in this world.
He had enough and that was why he stopped quickly on his way to collect the machete and the shotgun they had stashed into the club for emergencies like this one. He had hoped no creature would be stupid enough to create trouble in there, but apparently he was wrong…and it was time to show then just how stupid their idea had been.
Rushing down the stairs, he was welcomed by a vampire with a wicked set of fangs that came straight at him. Head butting the creature with the shotgun, the hunter took the momentary advantage for a quick beheading. And then his white suit wasn’t solely white anymore but stained by spots of crimson blood.
Still it wasn’t enough by any measure, he wanted to take out his anger in the leeches. So raisin the shotgun he aimed for the next one and a single blast had the creature’s head removed before he jammed the machete in yet another’s chest.
And right there at the stage there was the one he wanted to tear apart limb by limb for the pain he had caused his wife. So raising the shotgun once again he took aim towards the stage and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 17, 2010 18:33:54 GMT -5
Luka watched the chaos below with a self-satisfied look on his ageless face. His brilliant eyes danced over the room; his tongue snaking hungrily over his bottom lip as he watched his underlings slaughtering the helpless; and in some cases, being slain themselves. Their safety meant nothing to him. The neophytes were as worthless as the victims which he bled dry; the vampire could very easily make more. He saw himself a deity that would one day people the world with his kind.
The perfect tempest quickly taking over the club was like a drug to the Russian. It twisted its way around his deranged psyche; settling in his head like a comfortable haziness; igniting every fiber in his core like an electrical current. He fed off of the terror and pandemonium as if it were a tangible banquet. It tasted rich and spicy on the back of his tongue. This...this was hell on earth and Luka’s own private Eden.
As his vibrant gaze moved over the sea of panic, they caught on several familiar faces, which made the feeling of pleasure all the more intense. A satisfied smirk settled on his lips when they met a pair of chocolate eyes and look of surprise and hatred washed over the woman’s face. How lovely. That hatred nourished him as much as the blood that, like had wanted, colored the place in beautiful scarlet.
Suddenly, he was aware of a warm body tossed not far from where he stood. Unbidden, a pang of hunger erupted in his stomach at the smell of her pure delicious blood. Luka moved to take her when suddenly another familiar visage appeared at the woman’s side. He remembered the earthy smell of the werewolf as if the night in the cemetery had happened only nights ago. A slow smile curved up the corner of his lips at the remembered pain that had once clouded those silvery eyes when he’d thought the blonde witch dead.
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.”
Even as he held Erik’s feral stare, the vampire felt another approach from behind. Without even breaking the eye contact he had with the wolf Luka reached out, catching the would-be hero by the face. The hunter’s scream was lost as soon as the old dark magic flowed through his hand, practically melting the man’s face into a puddle of blood and skin. With an easy thrust, Luka tossed the man across the stage, where he landed in a twitching heap on the floor.
It was only the virtuous voice he knew so well that drew his attention from the shifter. The Russian gasped in pleasure and turned to face the livid witch; the fire in her eyes warming the vampire to his cold core.
“You...” He said, in answer to her question. “I came for you...”
And with that Luka let out a chilling laugh that came from deep within; it was a dry, hollow echo of the doomed souls that he drew inside with each innocent victim he took. As he started towards Lexi, the material of his jacket began to curve sickly at the back, finally ripping open as two wing-like appendages began to sprout from the torn skin. His face began to twist and transform as well; no longer the handsome boyish face of a human, but a monstrous visage of unearthly evil. The appendages; like grotesque bat wings made of membrane and bone; had sharp talons at the knuckle. Luka pointed them at the female as he stalked forward; a blood thirty expression on his face.
“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.”
The vampire bent low with fangs bared. He would take some of her powerful blood but only a little. And then he would feed her from his vein. What a beautiful vampire she would make...
( If that isn’t alright Lex, lemme know and I’ll edit. Tis only a flesh wound!! <3 ))
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Post by matt on Jan 17, 2010 18:47:30 GMT -5
Moving through the mass of people that rushed for the exit, Matthew moved in the opposite direction. A waitress still holding her tray passed next to him and he reached for the tray claiming a drink from it. “Thank you darling,” he said as he sipped from the drink and walked absentmindedly towards the next vampire in sight.
There was this bloodsucker about to bite on a guy, but he seemed to be having a little situation as he covered his ears because the man was with his eyes closed and screamed like a little girl…embarrassing really. So being the nice guy he was, Matt calmly finished his drink before addressing the situation. Why waste it when he smashed the glass against the vampire’s head, right?
“Here mate, catch.”
Doing his best baseball pitcher impression he watched the vampire stumble as the glass shattered when it connected with the back of his head and then Matt called out to the victim wannabe.
“Excuse me?”
The guy continued to scream.
“HELLO?” he raised his voice but still it didn’t quite work.
Shrugging then he slapped the man’s face to make him come back to his senses. Finally the guy stopped embarrassing himself and looked at him with wide open eyes.
“You know mate, do me a favor and stop screaming like that, will you? Really that’s embarrassing not just yourself but the whole male gender. Now if I may make a suggestion…?”
The guy nodded.
“It would be a good idea you start running before that vampire comes back.”
And the guy took his advice to the heart. “Nice fella,” Matthew muttered to himself, “not the brightest one in the bunch though…ah, maybe he has a cute sister that would be grateful that his brother is alive? Hey, maybe that’s why those hunter types play the hero after all…”
Noticing that his sneaker was untied he leaned down to strap it when he noticed a vampire fly overhead, barely missing him. “Where that came from?” he asked raising a brow and looked back over his shoulder to see a big bald guy tossing vamps around. “Maybe they picked on his hairdo? Hmmm…note to self: never pick on big bald guys.”
Turning to the guy, he raised a brow at him. “Hey baldilocks…be careful where you’re throwing those!”
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Post by j on Jan 17, 2010 18:54:28 GMT -5
There was anything more awkward than running into a one night stand? Oh yeah…running into her when a gang is bashing the nightclub, surely that topped it.
“Crap, the florist messed my order!”
Not that the girl wasn’t hot and apparently as insane as him, but Fallon didn’t believe there could so easily be a relationship between to perfect strangers, especially when his life was in such disarray. If she knew the depths of it, she would probably take off running…and wait, did she just said vampires? Surely she was joking, right?...right?
Well…they took a bullet though the brains and had some seriously pointy teeth, but that didn’t mean that…did it? Oh man, if the psychiatrists thought him to be insane before…
“I know a restaurant down the street that serves an awesome veal if that’s what you mean…by the way, duck…!”
As she did so, Fallon sent his fist flying against one of the Lecter wannabe’s that was trying to take a bite of her. The man stumbled back so he grabbed him by the collar and connected his knee hard against its stomach before tossing the guy out of the window.
“…you’re not a vegetarian, right?”
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Post by Natalya Valentine on Jan 17, 2010 21:23:13 GMT -5
Location: Main Floor Tags: Mike && anyone else here
Natalya rushed the crowd, avoiding people that were screaming and running towards the nearest exit or the best hiding place. All the huntress wanted was one night of relaxation and fun, but it seems that Fate was wanting to be a bitch seeing as how this had been thrown out there. Reaching back at the waistband of her jeans, Natalya pulled out a piece that looked like the handle of a knife. Pushing a small button and flicking her wrist, a blade extended from the handle - extending to a length of about three feet.
Natalya stepped determinedly through the chaos, her eyes sparkling with torrent anger. She saw a vampire coming at her, and the only clear path was blocked by the stage. Time for the martial arts to kick in, she thought to herself and broke into a run. As she reached the stage, Natalya jumped, flipping backwards over the vampire's head as it ran under her, stopping at the stage and turning to face her as she landed. Then, with one quick swipe, she decapitated the vampire. Au revoir, suckhead, she hissed then let her eyes wander up to the stage, seeing the woman pinned by the taloned wing of the monster standing there.
Natalya stepped back then cut into a sprint, but just as she jumped to get up on the stage, something grabbed her by the ankle, stopping her in mid-air and jerking her back. As she fell, Natalya smacked the edge of the stage, blood spraying from her nose as she hit the ground, her blade flying from her hand. Her vision went blurry as she looked up at the figure hovering over her, and she gasped as she saw the fangs going for her neck. Kicking up, Natalya flipped the vampire off of her, rolling away and standing up, her stance a bit shaky, but she wasn't going down like that - not without a fight. Blood poured from her nose and seeped from a cut at her temple, but she continued to fight, producing a serated-bladed knife from her boot and slashing at the pale faced invaders, blood spraying as she fought with blind fury.
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