Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 2, 2014 15:30:06 GMT -5
Ah, New York. Why did she come here of all places again? It's crowded, noisy, and people are rude as hell. The night was late, and Beth was walking down the city sidewalk. She had only just arrived earlier today. Her car was probably being ripped up for parts about now, as she purposely left it in a questionable area unlocked. It was last remaining item of her previous life, she wanted it gone like everything else.
This new city was definitely different than where she came from. It was much colder.. she zipped her black leather jacket up tighter at the thought. Going through the city at night, she always had her guard up. Paranoid? Maybe. But after hearing the amount of rapes and muggings in the area, you can't be too careful. The thought of the man attacking that woman not long ago in Phoenix didn't help much either. "At least now I've got some protection" she thought to herself, her fingers were always clutching either one of the knives, or pistol in her pockets. Beth decided it would probably be wise to find a hotel soon. She had to ask several people, as most people were rude or completely ignored her. Finally, about an hour or so later, she was given some decent directions to some cheap (but really expensive) motel not too far away. She had to take the subway first, full of not so nice looking strangers. She even got to see a few giant rats down there. The subway ride wasn't too long luckily, she was glad to be out of the crowded little box full of smelly people. According to her directions, she was almost to the motel.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 2, 2014 18:55:35 GMT -5
Marcus was walking to a Motel late at night. His Katana on his back and his shurikens in his blue coat. He had his hood over his head so that he would be protected from peoples eyes. He didn't like people staring at the yellow strands of his hair. When looking at the place he was suppose to stay for the night he grimaced a little. Rusty metal handles, dry and peeling paint. This place looked like it was older than Marcus was. "This better be worth it," He said standing in front of the Motel.
He was hired by the hotel manager to take care of a couple of 'Vampyres,' that came to him one night and threatened to take his life if he didn't give them his customers to feed. He tried telling the police and such but they didn't believe him. Of course it had only been a couple of days and only little customers where being taken so no one would be too alarmed. Marcus would have to give them props for making sure that only little went missing. They could have blamed the disappearance on them leaving then be done with it. He liked their strategy, however his admiration did not change the fact that they were to die by his blade.
He wasn't really ready to go inside yet so he decided to wait out side just admiring the horrible textures of the place for a little while.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 2, 2014 20:07:12 GMT -5
She was just about to arrive at the motel. Seeing it in a distance, the place looked disgusting already. It looked so horrible from the outside she almost turned the other way again out of frustration. She pulled out the prepaid cell she bought earlier this evening and checked the time. It was pretty late, truthfully too late to turn around and look for another place to stay. So in the end, she decided that place was better then no place. Hopefully it has been remodeled inside or something.
Beth was almost to the doorway now, and noticed the man standing there. He was wearing a hood, which to her was suspicious enough for a man in the middle of the night, especially near a doorway. It was then, that Beth noticed the katana on him. Almost instantly she gripped the gun in her pocket tighter, ready to use it if necessary. She never stopped walking towards him and the motel doorway. She looked up in his direction. Foolish maybe, but she was not afraid.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 2, 2014 21:46:39 GMT -5
Marcus heard the faint sound of footsteps and kept his hands in his pocket. He did not sense any evil coming from the source so he did not make a move to his blade. When the foot steps got even closer to his position he was inclined to look upon the sight of a female placing her hands in an area where he could not see. Remembering that humans never walk that way unless they were preparing to grab a gun, he took a large sigh and slowly turned to her. Indeed a man with a hood standing in front of a Motel that had a small number of disappearances seemed suspicious, actually it seemed very suspicious, but he was not in the mood to killing innocent women for today. Still, her tension might rise at the very end and she may do something involving shooting the pretty out of Marcus face.
"If you are worried that I am going to kill you, don't be. I am not that type of man." He lied trying to calm the woman down. He actually killed a lot of people to fuel his own feeling of rage, but he was changing slowly. He no long felt the need to kill every long haired woman he met. "I am just a man looking for a place to rest the same as you. Unless you want to do something else," he said staring at her curiously. Maybe he was being a very creepy man but he was going up against a group of Vampyres, so he had to make sure that everyone was not an enemy, especially the ones that held onto weapons. "The name is Ghost. And you are?"
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 2, 2014 22:40:06 GMT -5
Bethany was startled as the man turned in her direction, even if it was slowly. But then he spoke to her in a calming manner, though it did not help. There was no way she was going to put her guard down for a moment. She isn't as stupid as she was back in Phoenix.
When he asked if she wanted to do "something else" she gave him a confused look. Then she looked towards his weapons again, and wondered what else he probably had hidden in his clothing. After a moment she figured it would be best to at least pretend she wasn't planning her attack just in case he decided to use them. She gave him a sweet smile instead.
"Ghost? That's kind of a strange name isn't it?" she asked, not trying to sound rude on purpose. "Well.. I mean it's interesting. Never met someone with that name before. I'm Bethany. This is where I'm supposed to say it's nice to meet you, right?" she still had her hand in her pocket on the pistol, and used her other hand to brush a few strands of hair from her face, twisting some of the long auburn waves. "If you wanted to do something else, why are you out here alone by a doorway? Are you waiting for someone?" she asked, genuinely curious now. There seemed to be nothing interesting enough to be standing around.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 3, 2014 17:54:17 GMT -5
"Ghost? That's kind of a strange name isn't it?" The female said pretty rudely. She then introduced herself as Bethany, a female who can't get enough of her pocket. She mentioned that she was suppose to sleep here and asked why he was standing out side. He shook his head sighing roughly. He didn't need to deal with a female getting in his way so he thought about how to scare her from this place. From the judge of her caution and questioning Marcus could tell it was going to take a lot of effort.
"I was thinking that maybe this place isn't so good to stay in after all. I mean some people told me this place had lots of spiders. I mean like a whole ne-"
~PING~
Suddenly Marcus felt a sense of danger and stared straight at the woman. His faced told that he was surprised yet more aware of this female. He wondered if she was going to take him down soon. His hands slowly moved to his blade, preparing to strike the woman if she tried anything. Then the front door to the Motel opened up and all that would be seen was a human figure flying straight towards Marcus face. It only took a couple of seconds for the figure to reach Marcus throat. Luckily for him he phased through what ever it was before it splattered his head. He turned around to look at what attacked him then gave a small frown as he saw a female with her hands stuck inside a Chevy Tahoe front door. The big problem was that her hand was stuck through the door. Marcus could tell this was not going to be easy, but nothing involving vampyres was.
He calmly picked up his sheathed Katana blade that went through him when he phased and turned his head back towards the female he was first talking too. His hood had flew down from the gust of wind that followed the thing that tried to kill him. His blond hair showed while his red eyes glowed in the night. He placed the katana over his back again while the, what he would assume was a vampyre, tried to pry its hand out of the vehicle.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 3, 2014 19:00:47 GMT -5
"Ugh.. I hate spiders" she thought and made a face. But only for a second. Then she witnessed the craziest shit she had ever seen.
It only lasted for a moment. She didn't remember taking the weapon from her pocket, emptying it on whatever the hell that thing was. He took care of it all though, she felt kind of helpless and weak. First day of her new life and already feeling useless. "What the FUCK!" was all she could say at the time.
"Yep, spiders. Big ones too" she heard him say. Bethany checked the rest of her surroundings, to make sure there was nothing else flying around towards them. The one at the Tahoe was most definitely stuck. She looked back up to the man, and her eyes went wide at his appearance. Not human. She threw the empty pistol at his chest, knowing it would do absolutely nothing, but it made her feel better. Then she took out a knife from her jean pocket and glared at him. "What the hell is going on here?" she was confused and angry.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 3, 2014 19:49:40 GMT -5
A pistol came flying to his chest and he caught it as it dropped from smashing into him. It felt lighter than normal. He pressed the magazine release and out came a magazine tube filled with nothing. He looked back at Bethany with an annoyed look then flashed it back to the woman. "WHY THE FUCK IS THIS EMPTY!" He shouted at her disappointed. She was suppose to have a gun to protect herself. How the hell was an empty weapon going to protect herself?
"You dumb bitch!" The female vampyre said showing her long fangs and tugging on her stuck hand. "You think that you can come here and kill us that easy? Porter will murder you all." His face turned from the flustered female to the other flustered undead female and folded his arms. "So that's your leaders name huh. Porter? Where the hell is he?" The female said nothing to him. Her main attention was on her arm, ignoring Marcus completely. "Hey vampyre bitch you listening to me?" She answered to that by takingthe side mirrors off the car and tossing it at Marcus, all the while screaming shut up. His head ducked and all that could be heard behind him was the destruction of a wall. "Keep doing that and your going to piss me off." She began throwing pebbles instead yelling shut up every time she tossed one. He dodged them all but found himself getting angrier and angrier at her actions.
The last rock she tossed at him broke to pieces at the blade of his sword. "Stop doing that shit already!" He moved in to kill the little flustered vampyre female with his blade, but instead met cold hard metal as the she moved to the other female. "GET AWAY QUICK!" He shouted at Bethany.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 3, 2014 20:43:18 GMT -5
Bethany growled at him when he began to shout about her about having no ammo in the pistol. "Don't you start yelling at me! I used it on the other one!" she ran up to him and grabbed her pistol from his hands, and loaded more ammo before turning her attention to the one who just called her a bitch. "Says the one that's stuck in a fucking car!" Beth had had just about enough of her loud mouth, getting angrier every second.
Pebbles and other things were flying by aimed at Marcus. She was lifting her gun up to aim at the woman's, head when she quickly freed herself from the Tahoe, away from the blade. By the time he had yelled to warn her, the Vampyre was already almost on her. Beth placed a few bullets into her chest, which slowed her down but didn't stop her. In just a couple seconds she was on her back with the other woman on top of her. Fangs were almost in her neck. The Vampyre clawed at her chest, ripping through her jacket. Somehow Beth was able to fire a few more into her side, and roll on top of her. Then she began to beat the bitch in the face with the gun over and over in rage. "No one hits me EVER!" she was lucky this one was weakened or she probably would have been dead.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 3, 2014 21:37:38 GMT -5
New York, for all of it's faults and fissures, really was a beautiful place. One could come here and get lost in the deluge of human filth roaming endlessly through the tired city of stone and metal. One could come here to make a name for themselves in the underworld, or in the high-class corporate world that oozed more slime than the city sewers. Nice place, really. It was almost perfect to get lost in. Almost.
Richard had arrived in New York with no troubles at all, courtesy of his Visa and ID papers provided by an old friend of his. Normally big cities weren't his kind of deal, but the absolute acceptance of nearly anything in this place made it almost tolerable half of the time. The other half of the time he had to shut himself away in a room, with muffs over his ears. He damn-near had to walk around with the muffs on anyways, everything was so loud and obnoxious. It was truly a miracle that he was still here, really. The place reminded him too much of the chaos he had left his home to escape, so many years ago.
The night life in Manhattan was much more tolerable than the daytime rush, but it still had it's downfalls and it's cracks in the architecture. For one, scenes like the one through his scope were far too common. As a rule, the Reaper only got himself involved in such things if they directly concerned him, but it looked as though it wouldn't end well for anyone this time around. Richard took a quick glance to the door behind him to make sure that it was locked and boarded up before disengaging his safety. With any luck the door wouldn't need to have been locked, but for some reason the rifleman got the feeling that it was going to be a long night.
The muted end of the matte-black rifle cradled in Richard's arms steadied, and a finger was gingerly placed on it's trigger. It was times like these that made him wish he had taken up the nice lady's offer on a bipod for the rifle. Such a delicate shot, such an uncompromising distance, such is the nature of most of the shots taken with this rifle. A deep breath to fill his lungs with oxygen, slight movement to brace and position, and then steady exhale. Richard took one last breath to steady himself as he positioned the crosshair in his eye just above his target's lips, and then he gently squeezed the trigger. The slug had hit a little high, but it didn't seem to matter much. Instead of passing through her lips and shattering the back of her neck, it had entered almost through the tip of her nose. He still got the job done, but Richard made a mental note to check his ammunition and rifle later. He steadied his scope on the two still-standing people in his playing field, and then raised it to the car. A quick calculation was performed, and another shot was taken. If there was anyone still driving the car, then they wouldn't be driving anymore. The shot would have landed about mid-back.
The marksman clicked his safety back on to watch the ensuing action down on his playing field. He knew that he was safe from discovery from this far away, unless someone had a scope and was an expert in forensics. The suppressor on the barrel of his '14 muted his muzzle-flash and certainly made his shots quieter, and with the ambient noise in the city it would be nearly impossible to pick out his location and actions. From his target zone, at least. The next few actions he was taking might draw some suspicion, but it was still pretty impossible to trace it to him.
Without being down on the ground to confirm the kill, Richard did what he naturally did to everything he shot. He focused on the entry points he created, and used them as a way to pump the bodies full of the very fluid that ultimately created them. Water. He had gotten better at using his resources in such a way since the first time he had done it, back in Russia, but it was taxing to do it from such a distance. The Reaper relied on instinct to probe through whatever bodies he had eliminated, and to ensure that they wouldn't get back up again. Hearts were shredded, parts were steamed, and the evidence was evaporated in a small cloud of mist.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 4, 2014 8:41:15 GMT -5
Marcus toyed with his blade, making sure that he did not dent it. It cost a hell of a lot of money to get this thing and he didn't need to go in debt to get another one. He sheathed his sword contemplating if he should really break this thing up. Marcus had a rule against cat fights, never break them. Even if one female was about to kill the other. With his arms folded and his mind curious as to who would win he stayed in place. Though he would soon be on high alert as a bullet suddenly ran through the female Vampyres face. He readied himself then bolted towards the Hotel when the sound of the bullet clashed with the window of the car.
If the woman allowed then Marcus would move his hand under her armpit and around her lower chest, picking her up, while rushing to gather inside the Motel. If the woman did not want Marcus to touch him then he would move to the Motel without her. He would bob and weave, non stop movement, to avoid the caliber that came from the snipers weapon. Once he was inside the house he would lock the doors and hide behind solid wood and concrete. His eyes would move to the window to catch a glimpse of where the sniper might be, but when he did this he stayed low,crouching, and only popped his head out a little bit. He stayed near windows with blinds to make it even harder for the sniper to spot him.
Though it was a nice try, he would prove unsuccessful in the search. He would then turn to the female, if she ever came in the Motel with him, and speak to her. "You know how to spot a sniper?"
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 4, 2014 10:57:33 GMT -5
Bethany was still continuously beating on the Vampyre, until she stopped moving. She had just realized that she was shot, by who she had no idea. Obviously there was at least one other out there. Marcus had quickly grabbed onto her to pull her inside the Motel, which she did not fight. Somehow she trusted him, at least for this moment. He could have killed her all this time but instead he was moving her out of the snipers line of sight.
Once inside to about as safe as they could be, she watched him peek around to find the one that had easily shot the Vampyre attacking her. At least, she hoped it wasn't meant for her head instead.
"You know how to spot a sniper?" he asked. "Really? Does it look like I would?" she sighed disappointed in herself. She hated feeling helpless. "Sorry, Just tell me what I can do to help"
As she waited for any reply, she took a moment to study the mans face. He was very masculine, quite scary looking compared to the typical human male. His red eyes seemed to pierce right though her.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 4, 2014 22:10:58 GMT -5
The big apple. A den of corporate corruption, sex, drugs, gang violence, stupidity. Just about every sort of filth you could imagine lurked within the shadows of this cesspool of filth. New York wasn't the capital of any one of it's 'criminal attractions' but it certainly created quite the melting pot. It was a true 'American' city. But it wasn't the type of American city she enjoyed. Most of those had long since died out. She missed the spirit of adventure, the open road.. the roar of a V8. New York was just a waste of space and by all rights should have been wiped off the face of the planet. Even the law abiding citizens stagnated under stupidity. Foolish new age laws that took individuality from the people and allotted them numbers instead were thick in the air. New York wanted to create a nanny state. Screw living your own life, the government was there to live it for you. It was all sadly Pathetic.
The woman's lip curled as those thoughts ran through her head. She was quick to give her head a firm shake side to side to clear the thoughts from her mind as she returned to what she was doing. The woman found a parking garage for her Red late '60s Corvette Stingray and locked it's doors before leaving it behind. Even if she didn't need standard transportation these days, she still preferred it over constantly calling upon other means to move about. The woman tugged upon her cloak before she left the building and slipped into the shadows of the city. It was ironic in a way. Despite hating the despicable city, she knew that a person like her fit in well with it. She could hide within the depths of the shadows it's tall buildings cast, and she could do what she did best in quite a measurable quantity, going entirely unnoticed until long after she had left. It made it easy to move about the city until she came upon a most unusual scene.
From the shadow she hid in, the woman caught the scene of a pair of individuals. One was a startled girl, the other a strange-- The woman's eyes narrowed as she realized who she was looking at, even from this distance. What were the odds of running into this bastard half way across the planet? The woman rolled her eyes and was about to turn away when sudden movement caught her attention. Someone took a leap at the man, (Go figure, thought the daemoness) and wound up failing horribly. Then another figure entered the scene. The woman then drew a pistol and threw it at the man before more action broke out. The woman's attention was drawn to the figures even more as they were picked off by a marksman. She noted it instantly, and turned her eyes about in an effort to locate this assassin, but to no avail. She heard what would eventually become a pair of faint cracks, noting that whoever the marksman was, was using a suppressor. It muffled the sound and flash enough to make spotting him near impossible, but not enough to mute the sound all together.
For all intents and purposes, there appeared to be something of a three way fight going on. The thought of a three way shootout in New York was amusing, but again somehow fitting to the woman. Leave it to the fine citizens of this dump to kill each other indiscriminately. It was at that moment that the woman became aware that she was no longer alone in her shadow. Amusingly, it didn't seem like the other presence realized it. Her head swiveled until she was looking over her shoulder at the approaching figure. She reached up one of her sleeves and slowly drew one of those curved blades from it's hiding place and brought it up. At this point the other being finally realized it's hiding spot was occupied and attempted to charge the woman. The woman proved to be far quicker on the draw and spun to the side before decapitating the figure. As it's head rolled to a stop, the woman looked down at the figure and hissed faintly as she came to the realization it was a vampyre. Her eyes darted back out to the scene and she narrowed her eyes. This changed things. If these assailants were vampyres... this would get ugly indeed.
The woman used the vamypre's clothing to wipe the blade clean before she stored it once more within it's hiding spot. She then reached up into her cloak and withdrew what appeared to be a staff or walking stick of some sort, with a length of cable tied around one end. She unwound the cable quickly and flipped the staff like pole over. She then carefully braced herself before pulling the upper end sideways and down. This caused the pole to bend, and once it had bent enough, the woman took the end of the cable, which was conveniently looped, and brought it around the end of the pole. Once she secured it in place she let the pressure off, and the unmistakable figure of a bow was created from that staff. Moments later, the woman found herself in a nice little elevated spot, hidden within the shadows. She intended to wait there and see how the situation would develop further, though her wait would not be long at all.
After less than a minute, the woman spotted another figure that was unmistakably like it's other dead brethren on the streets. A quick motion brought an arrow out from a hidden quiver and knocked it effortlessly. The limbs of her massive weapon bent as the string was pulled back, and she took careful aim at the figure that was more than a couple hundred yards away. Normal longbows had a short effective range, at only a handful of hundreds of feet. Their ancient war bow cousins had a bit further range. Her bow was somewhere even beyond that. The woman let her fingers slip and suddenly the red veined black arrow ripped from her bow at a staggering 800 Feet per second, more than two and a half times the flight speed of a normal arrow, but less than the speed of sound. It made for a nearly entirely silent attack that was nearly impossible to spot until it landed. The weighted broad-head arrow struck the vampyre on the side of the neck and pierced through it like a hot knife through warm butter. The velocity and mass of the arrow were enough that the tissue was torn asunder and splattered across the nearest surfaces as the arrow continued on until lodging itself more than five inches into the next object it struck, which just happened to be the brick wall of a building. The figure collapsed loosely onto the ground, it's head flopping about as it was held on simply by the creature's spine at this point.
The woman lowered her bow to marvel at the outcome of her shot. She smirked as she noticed the embedded arrow, wondering how much deeper it would have gone into that wall, had it been one of her bodkin arrows. Her thoughts were cut short once again as she spotted two more rushing into the area at a run. They didn't appear to have spotted her, but definitely seemed aware of the plight of their fellow unnatural friends. The archer reached behind her once again and drew another broad-head, knocking it and pulling the string of the bow back until she'd drawn it's full length. The arrow was released and she quickly knocked another one, wasting no time watching the result of her first shot. As she was drawing and reorienting for her second shot, her first arrow landed, square on the vampyre's forehead. The creature's head rocked back ever so faintly before the synapses failed and the vampyre tripped forward and smashed what was left of his head against the sidewalk, cracking it further and spewing what was left of his brain matter over the sidewalk. The arrow continued on until it struck the side window of a car and crashed through, embedding itself in the rear seat after having passed through the front passenger seat. She took aim at the third figure and let the arrow fly yet again. At this point she began looking around for other threats. She had probably overstayed her welcome in her current nest, and prepared herself to move in case attention had been drawn to her hiding spot.
In the mean time, that arrow flew towards it's intended victim and struck the female vampyre in the chest. The arrow continued on, striking heart and then spinal column before continuing on. It struck the top of a low concrete rise which sent the arrow ricocheting off at a random vector. It flew a few dozen more feet until it struck a steel pole. By this time it had lost most of it's momentum and thus simply bounced off and clattered onto the sidewalk. The woman noted that she dropped all three targets and nodded with approval. Her eyes then returned to the motel and watched to see if either figure had exposed themselves.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 5, 2014 0:03:44 GMT -5
A set of hollow eyes watched as three more troublemakers were quickly dispatched from the shadows. From the damage done to the poor souls it seemed as though someone wasn't actually using a firearm, a theory that, when Richard's scope followed the blood trail in the air, was confirmed. Following the meaty red trail back to it's point of origin in each location that one was present made a short list of things quite evident. One, someone else was lurking around the shadows in a similar manner to the Reaper camped out up on the roof of his building. Two, whatever the hell they were using as their choice weapon was crazy and it would be best to not get in front of it. Lastly, it was really starting to look like it would actually be a very long night after all.
Judging by the severed head rocking away on the ground, the bowman was somewhere around that general area. Not much could be seen from the skeletal shooter's position because of the angle, but he had a hunch that his man was hanging out around there. Richard made a mental note to keep an eye on the little nook as he continued to scan around the expanse of road and buildings in front of him. It felt strange to be playing overwatch with people who he didn't know, and frankly who he had absolutely no desire to ever know, but it wasn't in his nature to just watch as someone fell victim to the hungers of another. Not when he already had his rifle trained and loaded, at least. It had honestly been quite a coincidence that he had seen everything, considering how he was really just looking up and down the street for interesting shops and for-lease signs.
A thread of movement caught in the scope of the Reaper's trust M14, and was quickly focused on. The small figure was toting something that resembled a rifle in their arms, which in and of itself wasn't enough to consider taking the shot on them. The way they carried the thing, and the way they were looking around, provided plenty of ammunition, so to speak. A slight adjustment was all that was required to bring the scope up to the correct position, just above the object. Richard steadied himself, took a breath, and gently squeezed through his trigger. He would adjust once more, and then follow the same routine as before. Once finished he would proceed to shred the body much in the same manner as he usually did, only this time he also made sure to disable the weapon as well. Just in case shooting it hadn't put it out of commission.
While using a small portion of the reserves of energy built up inside of him, Richard kept a close eye on the scene below. He would keep an eye out on both the hotel and the bowman's nook, though not watching for anything in particular. He sat and watched to watch, and to intervene if he felt like doing so, or if needed.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 6, 2014 17:33:53 GMT -5
"God damn it." Marcus said frustrated before the woman asked what he could do. He brought his hand up in the air for a moment as the sound of a foot tapping against the ground neared the front door of the building. He then looked moved his eyes down and to the left as he began thinking of what to do. A man or women was getting closer to the building, maybe coming to pick off Marcus and Bethany since the marksmen could not. He turned his head listening intensely as the sound of the footsteps suddenly finished with the sound of a body dropping.
Ghost, as he told Bethany her name was, turned to the wall connecting to the front of the building and placed his sheathed katana neatly on the floor. He then took in deep breaths as his head phased through. His forehead peeked out while his hood still remained on his head. His red eyes showed but the lower half of his nose stayed inside the building. He was well hidden from the sight of anyone far away and outside the motel as he was looking through the bushes to the building he was in. It was hard to see through these bushes as well but Ghost payed real close attention to the small see through holes the twigs created.
At first sight he would notice a large whole into a mans neck and a black arrow standing tall inside the hole of the concrete wall that Ghost was now phasing through. Two other men showed out of nowhere. Concerned, one of them bent down and asked for the man to stand, coddling him as though it was his own lover that fainted. Soon he would meet that lover as his head was destroyed. Marcus couldn't see where the next arrow landed, but he could hear the breaking of a window car and its horn whaling like a siren. The female next to the now dead male fell herself as the arrow literally pierced through her heart, shattering it to pieces.
Ghost looked at the arrow that went through the wall and judged where the assailant of these acts would be by the fall of the victim, the arrows location, and the point of its butt. He had a good estimate of where this archer might have gone, but he was not certain yet. If his hypothesis was correct then he would guess that his little skilled friend was somewhere close to where he was, maybe hidden in the shadows to a near alley way. If the Archer was smart and where Ghost estimated then he would be moving to get to a better location that was different from the one he was in. Mostly because that location was low enough for anyone, even Ghost, to find.
Of course this was just an educated guess and Ghost never liked acting off of guesses, even educated ones. He turned his head to the sight and sound of a man looking around with a rifle. He payed close attention to this one as he was going to follow the blood trail of the arrow and not the arrow itself. Although he would find that doing this was useless as suddenly a bullet moved through the foes eye, making him drop the rifle, screaming in pain before shaking uncontrollably on the ground then stopping movement for good.
Ghost moved back inside sighing deeply before addressing Bethany. "Well I have good news and bad news. Bad news is, we have a sniper and a bowmen, or possibly the both combined in one, watching us from the shadows. The good news is, they are picking out every vampyre out there one by on-"
His words where cut off as he heard movement from up stairs. Heavy feet stomped through out the top floor, moving around on the roof of the room Ghost and Bethany were. Then following that where multiple foot steps. Thousands, probably, all at once, marching in different beats. "New bad news." Ghost whispered to her and grabbed his Katana.