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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 16, 2008 22:36:27 GMT -8
ooc: who would like to join the werewolf army and destroy the covens of infectious Vampires?! ok so i decided that there should be a werewolf v.s. vampire thred so shall we start it!? Bic: we open over a young couple who are madly in love taking a nice romantic walk in the park enjoying each others company, "Oh Jen you have no idea how much i love you" as Jen looks up at Rick she notices a cold feeling in the air and feels that it has gotten quite. Just at Jen is about to tell Rick that she loves him back, Rick gets taken away by a flash of Black and Teeth and Nails. "Rick?!" She yell worryingly calls into the night, "Rick, Where are you?!" Suddenly she hears his voice "Jen!,Jen! Run! Run as fast at you can!" just as she turns around she feels a ice cold grip on her neck as if death has just found her. "Who? Who are you?!" she asked. Relax child those animals are gone, "Who are you!? where is Rick?!" she yelled angrily as the tall shadow moved around her in a circle. "I am Albert, Albert Robles" said that strange shadow. As Jen turned around she caught a glimpse of Albert in the light from the moon that has just shone through the clouds. "AH" she gasped, your hurt! "no" explained Albert "I am dead, there for i cant be hurt". Moans were being heard from where Rick had been laying. "Come Child we must leave before he kills you" remarked Albert, "but thats my boyfriend!" as Jen tried getting away from Albert, "Not anymore!, he is a monster now!" but just as Jen was about to break free Albert bit into her neck, she could feel the warmth leaving her body and the coldness from his entering her.
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 18, 2008 23:00:31 GMT -8
Occ: I guess i will join in on the fun. I will use Labanius, a carry over from the now long dead "murderers united".
Start writing later today...
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 20, 2008 18:50:53 GMT -8
It wasn’t out of the unusual. Sure, the scene would be difficult for a “normal” person to look at but, for Labienus it was an above average crime scene. The shiny red substance staining the floor where the body use to lie sprayed up the wall 3 feet behind where the victim was thought to have been brutally killed. A few scraps of flesh laid about indicated that it victim was torn to piece with razor sharp instruments; in this case teeth. The blood, which he noted before, seemed to have formed a line to the other side of a trash bin where the now partial body laid. The carcass was missing a lot of the middle sections and the head. The legs were still intact; this meant that something must have disturbed the attacker.
Labienus sighed he was getting sick of his job. Going back and forth through town judging which creature of the night killed who. Being a paranormal detective in the big city was starting show its signs of wear and tear on him. He was in his later 40’s and his hair was already grey, well at least the sides. The top of his head was a jet black. His eyes had bags under them from many restless nights, and Labienus’ face was wrinkled. He had a white trench coat on and standard white and black business suit under. He tried not to draw to much attention to himself as the Crime Scene unit worked around him.
The leader of the unit walked up to his side. Labienus was on one knee.
“What do you think an angry cat? A mad cow?”
His lip curled with a cruel ridicule. Labienus kept his head down not even moving his head to motion that he was listening to the unit leader. “I don’t suppose you know exactly what did this?”
The unit leader was thrown off by the coldness of Labienus’ response. “Well… This has happened several times in the past few years. I can only guess that a group of people are behind it. I mean no one man can do this. I don’t quite know how they do it though. They get the blood up in the clouds if you know what I mean. They must be using chain saws.”
“Werewolves”
There was some silence after this outburst.
“Werewolves. You want a text book definition? Webster said that these monsters were ‘A person transformed into a wolf in form and appetite, either temporarily or permanently, whether by supernatural influences, by witchcraft, or voluntarily; a lycanthrope. ‘All your little incidents that have this sort of appearance are feasts. Like a late night snack. Though this one is different the victim was not completely consumed. Something stopped it. Couldn’t be another human, these things aren’t afraid of mortals. Had to be something more, a higher being or lower. Maybe another of its kind but, then that would have finished off the remains. Possibly a Gargoyle, though there truly has never been a spotting of one since the Middle Ages.”
Labienus stopped his random tangent for a moment to let the unit leader take in the information.
“Whatever Labienus it is out of my hands now it is central’s problem you can go chase your pixies and fairies.”
After the scene was cleaned up Labienus made his way back to his little office, it was two am in the morning. The thought of that night was still fresh in his mind. He took a few tomes down from his office book shelf. The computer on the desk was had a window open of a list of mythical beings. He began a search. Labienus thought to himself about the events, what would scare a werewolf. He began to type.
Nocturnal
Aggressive
What would have drawn a being to such a scene, nothing would just go to cause combat with a werewolf he said out loud to himself. Then Labienus made a visual image of the crime scene. A bloody floor, a bloody wall, blood everywhere, the half eaten carcass.
Blood
Human eater
Labienus pushed enter, for a few moments the search engine made some loading screens then in neat computer writing the word appeared that made him cringe.
Vampire
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 20, 2008 22:32:41 GMT -8
Ooc: thanks brent, nice post.
Bic:"Damn, I had that human in my grasp!" Said the now insainly pissed off werewolf known only by some as "Simon" but too every werewolf in Venice he was known as "Lucian" the only werewolf to have survied the great war between the werewolfs and vampires many centurys ago. "If it wasnt for albert, I would have had the rest of the human" as Lucian walked around his room from one wall to the other" damn vampire, only if i sensed him" Lucian walks to his mirror and see's that some strands of his hair are out of place, gently he pulls comb out of his pocket and combs his jet black hair back.
out side of Lucians dran down apartment was the hurrying noise of men and women and children walking down the lamp lit street, not knowing the creature that gazes upon them from above.
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 21, 2008 15:12:42 GMT -8
ooc: I guess I will introduce another character I like to mutitask and this seems to be a good thread to work with. My next character will be someone the Labienus knows. Though they are not on good terms.
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 22, 2008 12:21:36 GMT -8
There was ways to find out about vampires. Usually vampires lived in their own little world only disturbing the world of the living to feed. Labienus had a good idea where to find a vampire. One he had known for some time. He had a bad feeling about meeting a vampire at their own turf but at this point he had no choice though at the moment. He made his way down a few dark alleys and kept his hand over the handgun in his pocket. The moon became shrouded in clouds and the alley was pitch black there was no way Labienus would be able to react to an assault.
That is when a shadow when across his line of sight. Labienus took his weapon out and held it out in front of him with a flash light in the other hand. He began to slowly scan his soundings. A bead of sweat came down his neck and he begun to slowly move down the alley. Trash spread across the dirty back alley pavement, it felt as if he was the first person to walk down this alley for several months. He kept scanning in front of himself. He tried to maintain a steady breathing pattern as he made his way down the alley. The shadow moved above the alley, Labienus looked up and held his gun to where he thought the shadowy figure was.
Before he could breathe again someone had their hands around Labienus. He could feel the breath of a cold vampire on his neck.
“Labienus I didn’t think we would meet again, much less under these circumstances.” The voice was right in his ear sending shivers down Labienus’ spine. “If I do recall last time Labienus you tried to kill me.” The voice went silent for a while. “Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”
“It would have been counterproductive to kill you.” Labienus said this with his eyes closed cold fearful sweat coming down his forehead. “I can feel the rush of your blood; your nervous energy is infectious as always.”
Labienus grabbed the vampires arm and flung his over his back. The vampire fell right at the front of Labienus; he placed his gun to the back of the vampire’s neck. “I am not here for foreplay Shawn. What is going on why are werewolves killing humans left and right!” Labienus couldn’t control his temper around the vampire.
Shawn was a tall and skinny vampire; he had long flowing brown hair. He had inhumanly blue eyes and a long face. His body was covered in black fine cloth. He looked like he belonged at a dinner party. He had a very interesting personality from Labienus’ stand point. Shawn knew a lot about vampires, he had been around the world a bit. Labienus knew that he was an ancient vampire. He also knew that Shawn didn’t like oaths, or covens. Whenever he needed inside information on what was going down at the time he would go to Shawn.
“That’s a shame if you aren’t here for foreplay then you’re here for work.” Shawn gave a little smirk.
“Work? More like a pass time. You think I am being paid right now?” Labienus let Shawn go.
“If you’re not here for work, or foreplay… what are you here for?”
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 22, 2008 23:05:40 GMT -8
OOC: Its fucking hot in my house
BIC:As lucian was looking out his window he noticed several dark shadows moving along with the humans, but these shadows were moving faster then normal humans do, very few creatures on this earth could move that fast.
Lucian threw on his dark black coat and walked down his front steps onto the cobble stoned Spanish road in a run down part of Spain, "senior" asked a poor old man and just as the old man was going to ask his question and sudden flash of filth that could be smelt by Lucian's strong nostrils came in and then the scent and the old man were gone. Lucian followed the strong scent down the dark twisting alley that was filled with trash, As Lucian was walking down the alley he noticed something strange, there was now not only the old man and the vampires scents but two more strange ones that he has never smelt before.
Crawling up the side of the wall Lucian see's the old man and the vampire that grabbed him and further up the dark alley he see's the two figures up ahead but dismisses them for he is only concerned with the old man and the vampire. Just as the vampire was about to sink his teeth into the old mans soft dirty neck, Lucian let out a ear piercing howl as he too the shape of a wolf and grabbed the weak vampire by the neck and smashed his head into the wall and suddenly looked straight into the eyes of the scared poor old man "Y DIOS MIO!" screamed the old man as he finally came too as he realized that his weak pathetic little life was coming to a end and Lucina tore into hid neck and ripped the flesh from his bones.
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 23, 2008 12:30:34 GMT -8
occ: nice mark, your coming along well.
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 23, 2008 13:09:21 GMT -8
OOC: thanks
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 25, 2008 13:14:40 GMT -8
“what is with the recent activity with werewolves. It has been very unusual lately with the amount of havoc that have been wrecking.” Labienus said this with an air of concern. Shawn slowly got up grabbing his arm that Labienus used to throw him.
“I know the affairs of vampires, not those of foul beasts.” Shawn said this with a low and angered tone. Labienus felt that he had hit a nerve with Shawn. He gave a little smirk “Shawn, have some ill feelings towards werewolves?” a bit of spite was added to the end of his statement.
Shawn looked into the pitch black sky. “I lost a friend to one of those fiends. The bastard ripped her to shreds. It was terrible blood was…” Labienus stop him mid-sentence “I get the picture.” He had a gag reflex to peoples descriptions of crime scenes. He placed its gun back into its holster. “So, you know nothing about werewolves… well thanks anyways.” He begun to walk away tightening his coat and heading back to where he came from. Shawn stood with his jaw quivering. His body was shaking with anger and rage. He extended his hand out as to reach out to Labienus.
“wait!”
Labienus kept walking as if he didn’t hear what Shawn said.
“GOD DAMNIT! I said wait. IF you don’t stop one us will end up in the hereafter.”
At this he finally stopped. He was still facing away from Shawn. He lowered his head in to his chest muffling the sound of his voice. “Is there something you can do to help me Shawn, if not your only wasting my time.” Shawn begun to move closer to Labienus “Lucian…” he paused as he looked him in the eyes “It’s the name… it’s a start.”
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 25, 2008 16:16:56 GMT -8
ooc: please let me know if i've got the setting all wrong so i can modify...and this is one of my two characters im going to have. Fausto's a vampire, and the other will be a werewolf.
Fausto knew nothing more pleasurable than the feeling of the gritty bullet clenched between his teeth as he loaded his weapon. Tonight he indulged himself, rubbing his back raw against a crumbling old wall that resembled a grotto much more than a home. The sweat on his neck trickled in slick tears over his spine as he shifted through his cotton, sleeveless shirt. Once he removed the bullet from his mouth, he replaced it with a smoldering cigarette out of habit. He shot off his gun much too soon these days, because lately he could smell the 'others' thickly through the ancient air and it made his nerves cringe at even the slightest of sounds. Tonight he'd shot out a window, yesterday a trash can that a cat had knocked over on its side.
These past few weeks, he'd spent them practicing his shot, shooting stray, harmless dogs to get the feel for his true victims. He fed little these days, fasting for the pure sake of arousing the primal instinct of violence and old world brutality in himself. Anything to give him the upperhand in the fight.
So this malnourished vampire slipped like a feline through alleys so lithely and so aware that he could sense even the smallest of movements in the world around him. There was no time for anything but the kill.
Revenge would be his satisfaction. He still bore the scars of the battles his older brothers fought long ago, and he had never forgotten them. Kill the enemy. All of them, one by one. No mercy. And let fortune be on your side that they don't kill you first.
Stretching the antique pistol out in front of him, he closed one eye and with boyish joy feigned shooting it, 'bam', and making his target.
But when he glanced up from his foolishness, his muscles tensed involuntary- danger. "Shawn," he muttered to himself. The other scent he could feel in the air. Drawing his weapon again, he rounded a corner into another, narrow alley, and there he saw two figures talking, close- one Shawn, the other mortal.
So he waited. Impatiently.
"Shawn?" he whispered into the narrow darkness. "Is that you?"
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 25, 2008 16:37:59 GMT -8
OOC: im writing mines right now and it will be up tommorow night but i really the direction this is going
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 25, 2008 22:09:22 GMT -8
As if it could get any more tense for Labienus now there were two vampires. One of them a master of hand to hand combat and the other holding an archaic contraption that was a pistol. The bead of sweat made its way down his neck as he looked beyond Shawn at this new vampire. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and looked very starved. To him starved vampires meant a desperate one.
Shawn turned around and looked over his shoulder with confusion. The scent of the air seemed familiar. He turned around the word that came out of the vampire’s mouth hit Shawn through the oppressive night air.
“Fausto?”
Shawn never thought he would see this vampire again. He thought that Fausto died…
His face showed an expression of major amazement.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 25, 2008 22:22:54 GMT -8
"Ah yes," Fausto laughed gently, moving his gun down to his side. With long, lithe glides of his feet, he approached Shawn and embraced him. Muscle against muscle- pure power. "It is good to see you, my friend. I thought I was dead too.
Unfortunately for Claudio..."
Here he paused with reverence in his voice. Only a few weeks ago, a raging battle broke out between himself, his second eldest brother, and a pack of werewolves. They'd been unfortunate enough to only call it a draw, and both sides suffered awful casualties. Claudio was dead, the second to last of Fausto's many brothers that was left.
"-he didn't make it."
But he shrugged, and turning his attention to the mortal, he demanded, "It's nice to see you well, but who is this? La cena, senor? I'd rather not. I'm fasting you know."
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 25, 2008 22:53:33 GMT -8
Labienus was still very slow to Spanish but picked up on the connotation very quickly. ‘La cena, senor’ meant something along the lines of ‘is he food’. He didn’t take to kindly to these words and brandished his side arm. Shawn motioned to Labienus to hold his fire.
“Fausto, this is Labienus he is a… ally. He is trying to solve some cases with werewolves.”
Shawn put a hand on the shoulder of Fausto in a gesture of condolence. Then he moved his head right to the side of Fausto face to whisper into his ear. Shawn had a slight tint of depression in his voice.
“I am sorry to hear of you loss, Fausto. I knew that Claudio meant a lot to you. I too am at a loss. My dear Melfina slipped out of my grasp. I knew her for two centuries.”
Shawn had a tear roll down his face when he mentioned the name Melfina. She had meant so much to him. Melfina was the last being that he really knew and it really took a toll on Shawn mentally and physically that she was now departed forever. He stepped back towards Labienus while he used the cuff of his black silk shirt to wipe away his tears. Labienus had a perplex look on his face. He had never seen Shawn show so much emotion. He was always a quirky vampire but, now it seemed there was so much more to Shawn. He begun to look a little human, though human was not quite the right word to use.
“Labienus I fear that your werewolves and ours are not isolated incidents, perhaps they are the same hounds.”
Labienus thought long and hard. It was too early to side with the vampires. There could have been possible aggressions in both monsters to provoke such unabridged violence. He feared that if he sided with the vampires completely that he would be directly targeted by wolves and he still couldn’t tell if any of them had picked up on his trail.
Labienus spoke directly to Fausto. “What do you believe is the issue? Why are the werewolves being so active? Did you prove them? Or did some other vampires do it?”
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Post by The Wolfman on Apr 26, 2008 0:50:26 GMT -8
Lucian was crawling up the side of the wall creeping closer and closer to the 3 men that he saw talking in the middle of the alley and he could sense that one of them was human and the other two were vampires. Still savoring the blood from the human and replaying the death of the vampire in his mind Lucian could not but let out a laugh.
As Lucian was watching and listening to the three men talk about his kind and how horrible they were to stop himself from dropping down and destroying them all without a single thought of consequences he decided to dig his sharp nails into his palms, as he did this he felt the blood trickle down his fingers. The pain was weak but bearable for him the transformations where the painfully parts but the more you do of them the more you get used to the feeling of burning in your body and your bones reshaping in to the form of a wolf.
Little did the three men know that Lucian left his human victim alive and had passed his curse on to the human girl and in a couple of minutes while they are having there discussion on the subject of how to dispose of his kind, Lucian thought to himself about his life and the years he has lived in hiding and fear of the vampire clan and how that one fatefully night gave him the power and hate to destroy the vampires.
He was to become a painter and was as happy as could be with life he had a wife and a child on the way but that one night was the one that tore it all away from him, He was in the middle of painting a portrait of his beautiful wife with he long raven colored hair and rose colored cheeks when all of a sudden a man jumped in the window and knocked Lucian out and grabbed and took his wife out through the window that he entered, That morning when Lucian awoke he looked at his house and saw what was left of the night before devastation all caused by one man as he was walking out of his front door he saw a trail of blood leading out of the window into the back alley fearing the worst he hurriedly followed the trail and stopped suddenly and saw it, some thing that no mortal man should ever see, it was his wife laying in a pool of blood with the look of horror still on her face from the attacker and then he saw it the think that had made his blood boil and his heart turn to stone the child had been riped from his beautiful wife and the blood drained from it.
Coming back from his vision Lucian let out a sigh and heard the sweet sound of bones cracking, the curse was complete.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 26, 2008 15:26:58 GMT -8
"Melfina," Fausto repeated softly, with great and loving respect for the name and its deep, soulful connection with Shawn. Placing a hand gently on Shawn's shoulder, his gave a sigh of sympathy, and answered, "May they rest in peace."
His attention returned to Labienus and the disgusting thought of having to trust him. The motion Labienus made toward his weapon struck pure defensive instict in Fausto, and he had to put all of his effort forth to suppress it. "Well," Fausto said gently, his eyes glowing in a flash of moonlight from a shifting cloud. "An ally so it is said of you? Hm. Thank you. I am kind to allys. I protect them if that is what you worry about. If you are an ally to Shawn, then you are an ally to me- I will protect you like family from whatever lurks out there, those damned dogs."
Here he looked directly into the man's eyes, to be sure of his loyalties. When he felt satisfied that he could trust him, he folded his arms lightly across his chest and sighed restlessly- "Claudio and I travelled to Sevilla for the pleasure of it- it is a lovely city- but while we were there, we met no women of our kind, only men.
The first man we spoke to, a cobbler, was almost mad. Apparantly a dog-like creature had come and snatched away his wife while they were sleeping. When he awoke the next morning, only blood and pawprints remained of her.
We talked to five other male vampires that spoke of a similar story.
Acitvity is unusually high amongst the wolf ranks. And it greatly disturbs me.
They caught up to Claudio and I on our trip in Barcelona. That's where it happened. Barcelona. And I returned to Madrid to find Shawn, perhaps the only friend that I have left.
It is almost as if they are trying to out-breed us. Perchance that's why there are so many women falling victim to them. Perhaps they thing it will be more affective to strike our kind before they ever leave the womb. I don't know what is causing all of this- But I will find who is responsible, and they will suffer for it. I promise you that."
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 26, 2008 21:07:52 GMT -8
Shawn looked around at the high alley walls. He felt a odd presents as if some higher being was watching them. Chills begun to radiate down his spine, as he looked back and forth between his old friend and the detective. He shifted his eyes to the dirty ground below. Tapping his foot frantically.
“I feel as if this isn’t the safest place to disclose information on this important matter.”
Shawn looked at Fausto. Though they haven’t seen each other in what seemed like years he felt a strong bond to him. Something about the sorrow and anger that Fausto felt seemed mutual to Shawn. Misery truly loved company and in Fausto he found his company. He could only imagine how it felt for him. But, deep down inside Shawn felt that he had gone through much more. Though everything was different from his point of view.
“I know of a tavern down the way. It is a few blocks we may have to sneak past a few night watches because a group of three men would look suspicious.”
Labienus felt a bit off. He was usually in control of the situation; currently though, he was not only outnumbered but they were both vampires. Plus, Shawn seemed to have changed his whole attitude when this mysterious Fausto man showed up. He made a note of this, Labienus wanted to know why Shawn was acting so different. He never really felt inquisitive about Shawn’s past but now it seemed as if it would be imperative to know.
“I agree with Shawn, open air carries messages past what we can see and know.”
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 26, 2008 21:23:46 GMT -8
"Si," agreed Fausto calmly and without any protest. The foreboding he'd felt upon entering the alley now returned to him full and brutal in his gut. Thrusting his gun out in front of him again, he readied himself for attack if there be one. Shaking his dark slabs of hair away from his eyes, he turned with his dark and beautiful accent- "We will talk where you say there is room for us. I will follow you. For I have much to tell, and much to hear in return."
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Post by brentjoyce on Apr 26, 2008 22:09:23 GMT -8
Labienus position himself between the two vampires and kept his hands close to his chest. As discomforting as it was to have to vampires in his vicinity, he couldn’t help but feel safer. Because, these two beings were powerful and they could take down almost any creature with their combined strength. He begun to pace behind Shawn has they begun to dart from alley to alley. He got with in ear shot of Shawn and a bit out of Fausto’s.
“who is this guy?”
“we are old friends. He and I have some history.”
“well I don’t quite trust him yet.”
Shawn looked over his back still keeping up his fast pace “and you trust me?”
Labienus stopped one moment. But, continued to move with the group only now he was closer to Fausto. They finally reached the tavern. A little place called the Rico’s hole in the wall. It was small dingy and utterly deserted other then the bar tender. Shawn moved to a small corner of the bar with a half dead bulb above it.
“All right, if we want to get to the root of this we need to see the whole picture. So vampires are just as bad.”
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