Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 10, 2012 3:53:19 GMT -5
It was late. The moon was high and the night was dark. Outside it was raining, hammering with little pellets of water that wept from the sky in a chaotic sense of order. Inside the club, Rae sat. She was watching them all, writhing against each other, watching them all dancing their dangerous dances. She was not here to make friends. Her charcoal eyes were watching one man in particular, one creature. He was a vampire and a particular breed of vampire at that. She knew, because she had felt sick over it all, that he had been in her dreams; there he had attacked her and fed on her soul. Now, Rae was going to destroy him for the torture he had inflicted on her.
This was her first hunt. Her first hunt she had indicated, and the first time she had willingly set out of her home to kill someone.
Rae shivered in the middle of a graveyard, she felt cold though she was well dressed. She was knelt at the graves of her mother and brother; she was back in Chicago and was looking down on the cold stone with such innate sadness that it swept her whole being. Towards her came a man, mostly he was monochromatic; as was the rest, save for the scarf he wore- blood red. Her eyes came up, flooded with tears and looked to her Uncle. He was tall, board, and built with muscles that resembled oxen. Taron came and placed a hand on her should, came and knelt behind her, his mouth soft and wet on the side of her neck.
Slowly his figure warped, from the face she knew and hated to something different; his eyes too became red, his shape seemed to stretch out, his skin becoming more hallowed and gaunt. Rae tried to fight him off, but he pinned her awkwardly against her brothers’ grave stone. As she struggled and fought the vampire placed his fangs against her throat, and she felt the tips graze her skin. Even in the dream panic swam through her. She kicked out violently and for a moment fought against him, shoving him off her only to be pinned once more.
Rae remembered his eyes; she would never forget his eyes
When she had woken up on that occasion three days ago she had little blood dots on her neck, bruises on her ribs and shoulders where she’d fought so violently and struggled against his hold. She’d escaped a lot in her dream, escaped being fed on, escaped the abuse, escaped the fear. The realisation had made her rush to the bathroom and hurl.
Then she had spent three days planning.
The planning brought her here. And she rose from her seat, her drink in hand, and slipped into the vampire’s view. She knew he saw her, she could practically smell the excitement on him, could see it light up his screwed up face. Quickly she finished her drink but casually she sauntered out of the club and into the exit alley.
There the act of being drunk was lost and she slid into the darkness.
Since her accidental kill a few weeks back she had bought herself several cases of silver ammunition. At first, her search online brought her information on several hundred types of sex toy and pornographic video, but then she found it. It was a small, momentary link at the bottom of one of the ‘personal pages’; a link to a man from New Zealand. She had several cases shipped over; but since then Patrick had been emailing here; he was a hunter too; he was part of the Whitechapel league and he had worked with her father.
Rae took it as a sign.
But the gun was her final defence. She wanted to enjoy this.
Her knuckles were silver plated, they had been bought that way, and she wore the spikes now on her left hand. In her right she span her combat knife and as the vampire came into the alleyway she pounced on him; small, lithe, deadly. She held the knife to its throat, pressed her knuckles into the side of his face and watched as his skin curdled and burnt with a satisfying hiss. The vampire had made a mistake to haunt her dreams, and it was a mistake he would pay for with his life.
Moments later she emerged into the street, the red leather of her jacket flapping in the open wind revealing her tiny flame clothed all in black. There was blood on her lip, a bruise on her face from the fight she had engaged in, but a satisfied smirk on her rose bud lips. The rain hammered down, slicking her rainbow hair to her head, making her shiver with cold, but for once she understood the thrill of the job she had adopted.
Is this how her father had felt? It was empowering.
Rae slowed her pace as she wandered through the London streets so late at night. She was in no hurry to get home, but wanted to enjoy the work she had just done, she wanted to remember this moment and the feeling associated with it, forever.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Nov 12, 2012 16:40:10 GMT -5
Victoria allowed the cold drops of water to fall on her face, she liked to think she was pausing the world, leaving her alone to focus on her thoughts. She had something to do. A job. Her thoughts were disorganized, probably due to her lack of motivation and disinterest. The only real reason she was there was because the job was well payed, and it seemed easy enough, at least if she could find the dammed man.
The problem was exactly that. Victoria didn't know how to start looking for him, Anthony hadn't give her enough information. The daemoness tried to organize her thoughts, analyzing what she knew. A vampire, a man. His name would be known has Victorious, though she didn't know his real name. By Anthony description he should be tall, bald with dark eyes, with complex features. That didn't narrow it down much. The last thing she knew, was that he held in his possession an artifact that was meant for her to steal and it was, apparently, very powerful. The female didn't bother to ask about this, maybe she should of have, but she felt like she wouldn't be gratified with an answer anyway.
Victoria needed help, she admitted to herself. Someone who knew about the supernatural activity that happen on the streets of London.
As Victoria passed a dark alley, a girl suddenly emerged from its shadows and started to walk away. Her face was rather familiar. Victoria stopped on her tracks, looking at her and then to the dark alley. In her curiosity she decided to check whatever the girl was doing in such a hidden place. Drugs? Probably. Victoria was surprised to see a body, even more surprisingly not a human one. A vampire. Unfortunately it did not match the description of her target.
Lucky day. Victoria had found the help she needed.
The girl was a hunter, if anyone knew about the dirt going around in the darkness of those streets it was her. Victoria walked out of the alley. “ Hey!” Victoria regretted her action. It was reckless of her to get the attention of a hunter before carefully thinking how to approach her without seeming a threat. Hunters usually tended to be ignorant and attack supernatural beings because...well, because they were supernatural. Her only chance was to hope that this girl would be wiser and would not freak out if she understood Victoria was a daemon... “ You were the one who did that lovely job back there?”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 28, 2012 15:31:27 GMT -5
That day, back in America had been a change of course for Rae. It had been the start of something for her. You’d think the day your whole family is destroyed in one fell sweep would be the biggest day of your life; and don’t get me wrong it was a massive interjection in the course of Rae’s life. But the bomb, in the car lot, in America; that day changed the way she viewed the nature of humans. That day had blown her off course.
Rae stopped to look at the girl for a really long time. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stop; or that she wanted anything to do with someone from America, from that day. If anything she wanted to run away. But the girl had come from the alleyway. She’d seen the body. Now what?
Rae was completely surprised by the next sentence out of the dark haired woman’s mouth.
”Were you the one who did that lovely job back there?”
Rae blinked at the woman, her mouth hung open dumbly for a moment. It was not the response she was expecting. She was expecting to have to bolt, to flee the scene of what was most certainly a crime, and go into hiding in the basement of her fathers’ house in Chelsea.
When she regained control of her senses Rae fumbled for words; speaking in a hushed tone; “I don’t know-“She was beginning to put together an excuse, a denial of anything. It was, for a moment, the most logical thing for her to do. However, mid-sentence she stopped a bell dinging in her mind and gave the girl a careful look. “-what if it was me?” She said, calmly.
Rae shoved her hands in her pockets, they were littered with blood stains and needing hiding. Her red leather coat flapping in the wind as the rain eased off a little behind her. Rae had hoped the rain would continue that it would wash anything she had left behind down the drain. When the body was found the authorities would not understand that the creature deserved it; they would only hunt down the killer as they would any other.
Wetting her lips slowly she felt the split with her tongue and realised there was no kidding this woman and being so defensive was not going to count her any favours. The girl, if she remembered Rae from America would know she was better than short, snappy comments when she was in a corner. In her lush, London accent she spoke again, stepping in to close the distance between her and the woman. “Even if it was me- what is it to do with you?” She asked, coolly, her eyes searching the girl quickly for any hint of a weapon.
By now her knife was tucked back into her thin laced army boots, and her knuckles stored and blood smattered in her coat pocket. She had adjusted the strap of her small shoulder back, so the pocket compartment sat at her hip and the strap swung neatly over one shoulder. Within its depths her gun nestled; her last line of defence filled with silver bullets.
Post by Jamie Woods on Dec 1, 2012 14:42:42 GMT -5
Jamie crouched along the rooftops, keeping low to the tiles. He was looking for a fresh kill. He then spotted a body lying on the ground in an alley next to a Club. It was probably a drunken man or someone on drugs. But as he climbed down he realised what it actually was. A slaughtered Vampire. Jamie wasn't fond of Vampires, but they were a supernatural race, just like him. He crept round the corner and spotted a human, and possibly a hunter, talking with, no, it wasn't possible, a Daemon.
Jamie spotted a computer store and had an idea. He wanted to make an entrance. He crept around to the window and then made all the computers explode and sent energy streaking across the sky. He then flew up into the air and bellowed out the hunter and Daemon. "Friend or Foe"
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 9, 2012 4:35:53 GMT -5
((Apologies Victoria, but I’ve written you out…hopefully we can post again when you return from your absence.))
Her eyes went skywards as shards of pure energy splattered the darkness of the night, instinctively Rae crouched down to the ground her hands, cloaked in fingerless gloves and a little blood smattered, held her in a bent positions as she watched the world around her explode into light. In that instant the daemon who had addressed her was gone, gone in a flash like she vanished into thin air. It was just her once more in the middle of the street. Rae wet her lips, slowly, observing the scene around her. Why was it that things seemed to constantly explode in her life? Only a few weeks ago she had been attacked in an American diner, and had been witness to several C4 explosions. Now this….what seemed like a computer shop just spontaneously combusted in the middle of the night!
A voice called out and her dark charcoal eyes were drawn to the source. High in the air was a man. Well, not a man, a winged creature. Rae had learnt that wings generally meant one thing in this world…Daemon. Brilliant. Another bat-shit crazy daemon was trying to blow her up. Well Rae was having a bad night; in fact what she could do with tonight was being talked down from the darkness that surrounded her thoughts. But, if this daemon wanted trouble he was about to get it. Rae, out of impulse, was not afraid of him. He would not be worse than Tyrant Creed that was for sure.
“Keep blowing shit up, daemon, and you won’t need friends and won’t have to worry about foes.” She called back, warning him, as people started to gather in the street. This was not what Rae needed; a load of civilians was not a recipe for success. Pulling herself to her feet, slowly, she drew the long silver tipped hunting knife from her boot and let it hang at her side. It was stained with blood from the vampire she had killed only moments ago. In her head the blood-lust and rage was still burning brightly. If he wanted to play hard ball, she would play hard ball with him. “Come down here and stop drawing attention to yourself.” She warned him, turning the knife in her hand, slowly.
“What is that?” A man asked, she heard his voice behind her.
“It’s fucking superman!” A drunken lad giggled and cheered in response.
Rae rolled her eyes at the evening people, they wished it was superman. If this Daemon was like the rest, superman was just a snack for him to gorge himself upon. It was one advantage she had; once a supernatural exposed itself it was out of lives.
