Post by Bethany Barone on May 24, 2015 0:09:20 GMT -5
Bethany knew she was being followed, and It was a terrible feeling. They had been following for at least 30 minutes this time, she was sure. But she didn't have a reason why. She could guess that either they plan on robbing her or worse.
While she walked, Bethany took out her cell phone and dialed a number. Whether or not he answered, it didn't matter. She'd say the same to him or his voicemail. "I think I'm being followed" along with her location and where she was headed. Her voice was quiet enough where most people wouldn't be able to hear it. Then once she finished, she acted as though she was making a different kind of phone call. Hopefully the ones following would still assume she didn't know yet. Why did she call Ghost of all people? She wasn't too sure herself. The man had protected her before, of course it could have been for his own benefit. He did end up getting in her pants afterwards. Still, she trusted him over most people now have even though they had only met recently.
Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind. Using self defense she had leaned recent, she managed to escape the man's hold temporarily. But there was more than one on her now and they were much stronger. It was possible they were some sort of supernatural, but what the hell did they want with her? Although she struggled to free herself, the men managed to pull her into the nearby alley.
Post by Marcus Drago on May 24, 2015 12:35:38 GMT -5
The Daemons of Rome was not a bad organization to be apart of. Each individual looked after each other as though they had a brotherhood, and all came together for a common goal of protecting their land. It was a good faction to be apart of, indeed. And although Marcus saw no need of having others watching over him, he wouldn't shy from admitting that he was happy to be a Daemon of Rome.
However, he wouldn't admit that while he was eating one of their grub inside their cafeteria. The odd mixture of water and what tasted like clay to form soup left him in a foul mood. After one sip of the disgusting green substance, he couldn't help but lean over to the side and prepare for the worst vomiting session of his life. When it didn't come, he was most grateful for his stomachs capacity to attain food. Marcus was about to head to the cooks to complain about the eatery when he suddenly got a call on his phone.
"Hello?" He answered with the least interest to whoever was on the other end. However, his interest was suddenly peaked when a familiar and warming voice spoke. It was Bethany, and she sounded afraid. When she clued him only a little on what was going on around her, his heart began to sink.
Moving more on unconscious feelings, Marcus had convinced one of the well magically adept Daemon of Rome members for aid in getting to one location. This mans name was Hed 'An and his ability to teleport was incredible. He could shift his body from one place to the other while only knowing little about the other place. With his aid, Marcus had appeared to where Bethany was however, her current whereabouts were unknown. That was until Hed 'An had scoped her out by moving from building to building with his magical powers.
When Marcus saw her, he ordered Hed 'An to stand on guard and out of sight while he dealt with Bethany's attackers. Raging black wings landed behind the party with a large stomp that would awaken anyone to his presence. The only thing that would be seen when looking at Marcus would be a monster with elegant wings and a maddening expression. With a loud voice he said- "Get your hands off of my woman," and stalked towards the men.
Post by Bethany Barone on May 24, 2015 23:41:42 GMT -5
The woman was able to put up quite a fight against three strong men, as she was kicking and cursing them out. "Get the fuck off me!" No one was around to hear her besides her kidnappers. "She's a feisty one alright. A little firecracker." The other men laughed at the comment. One of the men got in her face while the other two held her tight. "A little bird informed me you were there the night my friends were murdered." He must have been talking about the incident in New York, when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was her first experience with Vampyres, or any supernatural. She lived thanks to the Daemon man and a couple others she never had the chance to thank.
"Where is he?" The man talking punched her straight in the face, and the pain was unreal. Supernatural were much stronger than a human and it's not like she was used to being smacked around. So this was all about him. He had killed so many people that night and he was the only one that was seen. Beth struggled to keep her cool. Even if she knew where he was she wouldn't have told these assholes. She began to regret calling him in the first place. "Why? You have a crush on him too?" Beth smirked before being struck again.
"Why would you defend him? Willing to die for a monster? You have no idea what he's done do you?" Of course she didn't. She knew nothing about him. But he was good to her and that's all that matters.. right?
She spit out blood. But before Beth could say another word, she heard his voice. Her hero had come to save her again. One of the men holding her cursed under his breath, and the other tightened his grip out of fear. The "leader" turned to face Ghost ready for a fight. One of the others released his grip on Beth and went to join in.
Post by Marcus Drago on May 27, 2015 8:06:46 GMT -5
Marcus had a limit, a point in his life where shit began to go so bad that he would throw away all beliefs he had developed. He could accept that some divine being had poison his mind, tortured him with its own powerful imagination. He could also accept that he had just eaten one of the most disgusting pile of shits the Daemons of Rome could ever conjure and call food. However, one thing that he would not accept is three pieces of rats fucking with the one woman who he actually began to enjoy; more than enjoy in fact.
Marcus released his aura of fear and made the leader of the bunch experience his most horrible nightmares. Any metal that Marcus could see that was anywhere near Bethany would be immediately thrown to the nearest wall. He reached inside his coat while assuming that all hell was breaking loose, and pulled out, and attached together, a silencer pistol. The trigger would be pulled as he would aim for the heads of both the men holding Bethany. Then, Marcus would aim for the one he assumed as the leaders neck, firing with little remorse.
Last Edit: May 27, 2015 8:44:15 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 26, 2015 18:10:59 GMT -5
Everything happened so fast that Beth hardly knew what was happening. One man began screaming as if he was in a horror movie, then things went flying past her head in different directions. Then the three men dropped like flies sprayed by poison.
Beth looked around to make sure everything was actually over for the moment, and no one else was coming. She looked down at one of the bodies, and wondered why she was afraid of the pathetic sight in the first place. "Someday, I'm going to kill them all." Beth ment it. Whatever this group was, she was going to find them all and destroy them. One by one of she had to. The woman looked up at Ghost sad and apologetic. "If I had known they were after you, I wouldn't have called." She put him in danger by calling him. What if it was a trap? "Let's get out of here.. just in case."
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 19, 2015 23:56:43 GMT -5
All men went down, and Marcus could breath lighter now. He didn't enjoy the thought of Bethany being placed in harms way, and he secretly yelled at himself for having her in so much danger. When they were all down, Bethany looked at them and said something he didn't quite hear. Her voice sounded very vengeful, though, and Marcus shifted uncomfortably where he stood. The thought of her placing he own self into danger was less inviting than his other thoughts.
She turned to him with a look that said she was going to apologies. "If I had known they were after you, I wouldn't have called," she told him.
"You better do it again. I am NOT going to be mourning your murder," Marcus replied. He reloaded his gun, making sure that everything was prepared to be used again, then he listened to Bethany more.
"Let's get out of here," she offered. "Just in case."
"Good idea," he told her, taking out an extra gun and placing in its magnum. it was a desert eagle 52, silver in color, heavy in weight, and fearsome in power. It was one of Marcus' most prized weapons, and he handed it over to Bethany. "You know how to shoot this? Well... It won't matter really. Just wait until they get close, point and pull the trigger. Right now it's on safety. To take it off of safety, just push that little button right there." Marcus showed her the button. "Pull the safety, cock the gun by pulling the top of the gun back, and shoot."
When he was done explaining, Marcus walked over to a corner, watching out for anyone suspicious. It was night out, and anyone could be the very death of Marcus, but as long as he sensed no danger, he would be fine. His main worry, as of now, was Bethany. He had to protect Bethany.
Marcus turned to her, and hopefully she followed. "Where are you living? We have to get there, and maybe hold it down until morning... Like a fort."
Post by Bethany Barone on Oct 20, 2015 1:34:40 GMT -5
"But it would be fine for me to mourn at your funeral instead?" Bethany shook her head, saying no to the idea of it stubbornly. It was a nice feeling knowing that he cared that much about her life, and she would have smiled if the situation were different.
Marcus handed her a gun he had hidden away. By the looks of it, it appeared to be one of his favorites. "Nice.." she commented quietly as he showed her the basics of the gun.Â
"Where are you living?" he asked. His plan was to go to her place and stay the night there for protection. "Not too far. Follow me." Bethany led him down the city sidewalk careful and quickly. They went down several blocks and then made a right. It wasn't much further before they reached her building and she let them inside. Her apartment would reveal that she had known about possible danger for a while. Her furniture was strategically placed with defense in mind. "Well, make yourself comfortable."
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 20, 2015 8:30:23 GMT -5
Why did all the women Marcus meet have to be so difficult. It was like there was some website dedicated to troubling the poor daemon. Even still, Marcus knew she was joking, or half joking, and smiled at her when she made a rebuttal. This was the first time when he actually smiled, and would probably be the only in years to come.
"Not too far," Bethany answered Marcus' question. "Follow me." She led Marcus down streets, finally making a right on the third block. Marcus was very careful of his surroundings and how he moved. There had to be more people, more vampyres, for it would be stupid if there wasn't. Marcus already proved that he can handle more than four brute forces. Maybe even an army wasn't strong enough against him; though, he wouldn't want to test his theory.
They made it to her apartments in no time. Upon entering, Marcus noticed the odd arrangements of her furniture, which led him to think that Bethany had been paranoid for more than one day. How long, though, he wondered.
"Well, make yourself comfortable," she told him, and Marcus grunted. He walked over to her first window, looking through the blinds, if she had blinds, just a small peek, then closed them along with her curtains, if she had curtains. Marcus then walked to her other bedrooms, checking if there was anyone in hiding then checking the blinds as he did with the other windows. He was one of the masters at being paranoid and knew exactly what to look for if ever was stalked. And, apparently, Bethany was being stalked. By who, though, and for what cause, he barely knew.
When he was done checking the perimeters he walked back to Bethany and looked deep into her face. "They punched you, didn't they?" He would say to her. "Wanna tell me who wants your... Well, my head?"
Last Edit: Oct 20, 2015 8:36:55 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Oct 22, 2015 1:01:05 GMT -5
Bethany went around her place just the same as she did her daily ritual of making sure nothing was already inside her apartment, waiting to catch her with her guard down. When she found nothing, she looked to the man in her apartment. He was walking over to her and came so close to her face that for a moment she was sure she had done something wrong. Beth wasn't used to his presence yet. He always looked so intimidating.
He looked down right into her eyes. "They punched you, didn't they?" he said. She had nearly forgotten about it in all the action. Beth broke eye contact with him and brought her hand up to lightly touched her cheek. It hurt like hell but she didn't show it. It was probably already bruising up pretty good especially on her fair skin.
When he asked who the people were that have been after her, she turned back to face him. "Remember the night we met? Someone wants revenge." Bethany sighed. "That's really all I know." She wondered what he was doing and why he had been going to that motel in the first place. She still didn't know much about the man that saved her life yet again.
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 24, 2015 10:35:45 GMT -5
Her pale face was turning red, and Marcus was as well, but not from pain. He couldn't believe that some punk actually punched her, and wished that he had delivered an even worse punishment. Maybe sticking them to the eiffel tower by their assholes would have been more pleasurable, or cutting off their nuts and stitching it to their mouth. Well, Marcus couldn't worry about those things now.
He sighed when Bethany tried to explain. He knew of what supernatural race they were, he just didn't think that they had something to do with him. Silently, Marcus moved past Bethany and to the refrigerator. He opened the freezer and took some ice out, lightly placing it on a paper towel to make sure that none fell. Then Marcus folded the towel around the ice and moved back to Bethany.
When he got to her he would gently press the ice against her cheek. "Hold this here," he said. He didn't think that the bruise had hurt since she didn't grimace when she touched herself, but he was sure that she had some type of damage since it was a punch from a vampire.
If she agreed, Marcus would sigh again and sit on the nearest couch, rubbing his tiresome eyes until they were awake. Ever since his curse Marcus had gotten little sleep, and it was affecting him in the most horrible of ways.
"They are a gang," Marcus said. "Well... Were. They ran a hotel and ate its costumers. All the while they were trying to rule every corner of New York. I was suppose to go in there and kill them all like the pests they were. I didn't know that you would be there as well, or that they would be targeting you to get to me."
Last Edit: Oct 24, 2015 10:36:06 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago