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Sed de Sangre:The Extended Fang
I stared at the paperwork in front of me and groaned, reaching for my phone and dialing in the familiar number of my Los Angeles Penthouse Apartment- Lord knows I deserved the apartment as much as I worked- to ask what he wanted me to order for dinner. I was working late (Again) and wouldn't be around to cook (not that anything I cooked was edible). After the fifth ring, my own voice came over the phone...ringing and metallic. "Hi, you've reached the home of Jack and Sam. We can't come to the phone right now, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message stating your business and we'll get back to you as soon as we can. Thank you, and have a nice day."
I sighed and glared at the pen in my hand. "Jack, it's Mom. I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner...I'm working late again on paperwork so call me when you get home." I glanced down at the watch on my left wrist. "It's about eight-thirty now...I'll call back every thirty minutes until Eleven. Bed by eleven, young man, you have school tomorrow. Love you." With this, I hung up and sighed, turning to my paperwork. One of the bad things about being a Sergeant...all of the paper work from my cases had practically doubled. I had never truly appreciated Randolph Kinsley, my boss, until he'd become a Lieutenant. After about ten minutes, my desk phone rang and I snatched it up. "Davis." No hello. Guess Rand taught me something after all.
"Sam...we have a double Homicide in the middle of downtown Anaheim." Speak of the Devil. Hello to you too, Rand. Lovely weather we're having, hm?
"That's out of my jurisdiction, Rand..." I pointed out.
"You're a Marshal for the Western Coast, Sam...nowhere in California is out of your jurisdiction."
He was right, but... "Jack hasn't called to let me know he's home yet."
"So? Murder takes precedence over your personal life, Davis..." I heard his voice grow hard and wondered just how bad this damned murder was that he'd call me in- out of my normal jurisdiction- instead of ringing up a buddy of mine- who coincidentally ALSO HAPPENED TO BE A MARSHAL- who lived IN Anaheim. I worked okay with other Marshals, but it was a well-known fact that we worked much better alone. Hell, even if it was gruesome, the other Marshal could handle it. There could only be one reason that he was calling me into Anaheim and away from my own jurisdiction. The one kill that no other West Coast Marshal would touch.
It was a Vamp kill.
I remember when I killed my first Vampire. I'd been eighteen and my mother had gotten caught up in some of their business. She and I were a team. Her own mother had only cared about her precious Naket while my mother had been the first in several generations not to be a Shadowmancer or a Death Harpy. Mom had left and never looked back. We were the only ones who understood us, she and I, and we were proud of it. And then she unwittingly got caught up in the business of a sex of vampires. That's like a herd of cattle or a gaggle of geese. Ironic, isn't it? A sex of vampires.
Mom was a writer...more or less...and she was fascinated with vampires. I don't understand why people who are obsessed with vampires more often than not long to be one. That's what happened. She began obsessing over vampires. She would quote her characters at the dinner table. I would laugh and pretend it was all good fun...but it scared me, sometimes. I read each and every one of her books like a good daughter, though they were never published. There was a morbid fascination in turning the pages and reading about the exploits of my mother's vampire heroin and her mortal lovers. I might have been a bit young to read the books, but that was no concern of mine. Or of my mother's.
It was about two months before my eighteenth birthday that I noticed that Mom was getting an odd ammount of late-night visitors. This wasn't so strange in itself...she was the leader of the local vampire-wannabe coven. That's what she called them, back then. Covens. She wanted so much to know more about vampires...ironic that while she knew next to nothing, I know more than my share about them and I never wanted to know any more than what was in my mother's books. These visitors were odd. At first I didn't think anything of it when I saw the enlongated canines. Most of the people in the coven, Mom included, had implants on the tips of their teeth...or at least clip-ons. My mother had gotten us clip-ons for christmas when I'd turned ten. I'd thought they were the greatest things in the world.
Eventually, however, I noticed the bite-marks. Blood is an aquired taste for humans, I like to think, and most of the coven would shy at biting another. Oh, they'd mimick a lot...and have a lot of sex...but there was no real biting. I'd been exposed to sex regularly...any kind you can imagine...since I was 4. It was an everyday occurance. But not the biting. That was new.
When Mom passed out from blood-loss the first time, I was the one to turn the visitors away while she recovered from her anemia. They thought I was cute. I thought they were dangerous. Turns out, I was the one that was right. Mom was so certain, back then, that they were so taken with her that they'd not give up the sex for a chance for their next meal. She was wrong. My birthday was in December. We'd had an unusually cold winter...and there were no homeless people on the streets. Most of the raves had closed down because of frozen pipes and caput heaters, and the vampires were out of food.
Ten of them showed up at once...on the night of my birthday...and gave me gifts and such. I felt very special, to recieve such special gifts from such special people. I'd always loved the vampires...though I was comfortable in what little knowledge I had of them back then. They'd all visited before many times...and they all knew me and I them. It was like having a pet leopard...I knew they were dangerous and I didn't trust them...but I wanted to. I thought they liked me.
I knew I thought wrong the next morning when I found my mom dead in her bed...all of the blood drained out of her and bite-marks covering her body. Her coven was all that mourned her. They had a special night of sex each week. So, instead of twice-weekly meetings they had thrice-weekly meetings.
I, on the other hand, had grieved in other ways. By studying other texts on vampires. I learned of Master Vampires and underlings. I learned of the different places in Vampire heirarchy. I even recognized the name of a vampire that I'd known as the author of one of the books...and I studied up on that. It was then that I learned what a group of vampires was called, and a part of me ached to know that my mother had been wrong. Next, I scoped out their lair...entrances and such. I studied the best and quickest ways in and out. At nights, I sharpened wooden sticks into stakes...until I had well over a thousand...and piled them into dufflebags with holy water stolen from a catholic church and crucifixes in case I lost the one that I always wore around my neck now.
I waited until June before I was certain I was ready.
I went in at dawn...waiting until the very instant that the sun was full over the horizon before working my way into the lair. They had guards...it was dangerous. And yet, the thrill that it gave me was like none I'd ever felt before. I was, quite suddenly, in my element. I came upon the first group of coffins soon after I'd gone in...and after waiting a few more minutes I started.
I remember the first vampire I staked. I pushed the lid off of the coffin and peered within. It was Calisto, one of the first vampires I'd met. I'd never liked him and vice versa, and I found a sick sort of satisfaction as I drove the stake into his heart. I won't say what happened that day, for the retelling is nearly unbearable and knowing that I had ever been that unhappy...
I enrolled myself in the police academy not long afterwards, and I haven't looked back. I never stopped studying Vampires, however. Which, I think, is what attracted one of the many canidates for Master of LA to me. I say many, because there are about four of them. I bear two of Horacio's marks and have spent a ****load of time blocking him out of my dreams, but his gang is the only one that doesn't do open warfare. The Silver Fang Gang- how friggen cliche- lurks in the shadows, waiting. It's partly because they can watch the other three gangs tear themselves apart, and then devour what's left. That's not to say Horacio and his crew are weak...just that he'd listened when I'd asked him, as politely as I'd possibly been able to at a moment when he had just given me the second mark without my permission, not to make my city into one great big gang war.
The Green, Red, and Blue Fangs had no such worries. They wreaked havoc on Los Angeles, and nothing I said could make any difference. I was the enemy...not to be trusted. Yeah right. There were many reasons that I didn't like Vampires. Hell, I loathed them. But I was the expert. The head honcho. No vampire kill in the States was beyond my jurisdiction, because nobody else would touch a vamp kill anymore. Nobody save for the bounty hunters and the specially trained group of random people- supernatural and natural- that I kept on hand for such things. Therefore, sending out a page to the pagers I'd had made for this kind of situation, I picked up my cell and flipped it open again.
My voice, held in its ever-perky mechanical state, came on once more. "Hi, you've reached the home of Jack and Sam. We can't come to the phone right now, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message stating your business and we'll get back to you as soon as we can. Thank you, and have a nice day."
Forget glaring at my pen. I glared at my secretary as I stormed out. "Jack, it's Mom again. Listen, I know I said I'd call back, but there's a Vamp kill down in Anaheim. You have my cell number if you need me. I'll have pizza sent to the house. Double Pepperoni, as usual. Bed by Eleven, mister. I don't want you missing any more school. Love you, night." I slipped the phone into my pocket and tossed the purse with my spare weapon enclosed into the passenger's seat of my lambourghini as I slid into the driver's seat, buckling up and starting the engine. Glancing over my shoulder a couple of times, I drove out of my parallel parking job in a roar of that beautiful engine.
The Green, Red, and Blue Fang Gangs called me La Dama de la Muerte, The Lady of Death, because my presence at a crime scene meant that one of them was going to die, likely as not. I was a myth that they told to their human fodder. "Do not disobey me or I will throw you out for La Dama de la Muerte!" For my nickname wasn't well known among the humans...
Some would say that it fit. I suppose they would be right. Sighing, I stopped about a block from the crime scene and stepped out of the lambourghini, moving to the back of it and pulling out several pairs of plastic gloves and a pair of plastic coveralls, pulling them on and changing shoes from my heels to a pair of nikes, closing the trunk and walking down the block. I ignored the reporters and their questions as the recognized me and shoved their microphones into my face in futile attempt at getting answers. Clipping my badges- One giving me jurisdiction across the entirity of the North American Continent and one giving me jurisdiction in L.A.- to each collar, I nodded formally to the officer guarding the yellow tape. He nodded in return before continuing to answer "No Comment" to every question.
My entire "team" of supernatural experts had badges to get across, I wasn't worried about them. My thoughts were still with Jack as I stepped past the barfing rookies without a second glance and up to my boss, Randalph Kinsley. He glanced at me and the lookin his eyes sent me into a complete change from worried mother mode to professional cop mode. Rand had seen more blood and gore in his twenty years on the force than I had in my sixteen- though, due to my association with vampires, not by much- and anything to put that haunted, fearful look into his eyes meant it was bad. Rand honestly didn't want to go back into the house that was in front of me...and nobody was blaming him because neither did they, from the looks of it.
Which meant that I'd have to go in now, before my team got there, in order to keep my super-woman image among them. Untouchable Sam Davis, the one who never lost her cool. Yeah right.
"I'm going in." I told Rand, not surprised when he stared at me in alarm. "You coming or am I escorting myself? Peters could use some help at the tape if you aren't coming." I didn't wait for an answer, pulling on my gloves as I stepped up to the lovely house and opening the door, walking into the hellhole. How did I know it was a hellhole? Because I could smell the smell of meat from two feet outside with the door closed. I caught sight of a blood-spattered Happy Birthday sign and my gorge rose immediately. Oh no...
The living room- at least, that's what I assumed it was due to the furniture and entertainment items- was relatively still clean, only the doorway leading to what must have been the dining room being spattered with the blood. The sign was stretched across the top of the door. I didn't want to go in. I kept my breathing slow and short, though I desperately wanted to draw that great, shuddering breath that I knew would be a mistake. I forced myself to walk towards that door leading into the party beyond- for a party it must have been- and as I stepped in the door, I knew I had been right not to take the deeper breath. At first, all I saw were shapeless forms as my mind tried to protect itself from the carnage, but then my eyes focused and sharpened, and I took in the desolation.
There were nine candles on the cake. At least, it used to be a cake...there was too much blood on it now to be edible. I really didn't understand why they would call me in...vampires wouldn't waste the blood. But then my eyes moved from the cake and the blood- a very minute ammount for nine nine-year-olds and four adults- to the bodies spread around the table. The mother had gone first...she was nearest to the door, where the least bloodshed was. I could see where the father had immediately tried to herd the more than likely screaming party of nine-year-olds out through the kitchen, for they had all been caught between the table and the door. Grandma and Grandpa had likely been closest to the kitchen, for I could see their bodies about halfway to what must have been the backdoor where they ran out, trying to make sure that the way was safe for the children.
I was in my full out ***** Ice Queen from Hell mode by this time, the one that my team had slightly appropriately named for the way I got on a murder case when children were involved. They reminded me too much of my own Jack. I knelt in the blood around Mummy Dearest and tilted her nail-torn face aside to look at her neck, which had been all but ripped out. My jaw tightened and I moved on to the first child...a boy. The birthday boy, according to his little cone-shaped hat. His throat, too, was mauled, and it made me close my eyes and count backwards from ten slowly before I moved on to the next child. One by one, I went down the line, finding thighs torn out beneath the skirts of the little girls, wrists torn out, more throats, anywhere that an artery could be reached.
By the time Rand radioed me that my team had begun arriving, I'd gone through all of the bodies and was already on my way out, pulling my gloves off and making sure that I didn't look green in the slightest as I pulled the door shut behind me and moved down the walkway to where my team was beginning to situate themselves. They were all fairly good friends of me, most knew of my relationship- or lack thereof- with Horacio, and all were trustworthy. I'd trusted them with my life more than once and I would again in a heartbeat.
OOC: Okay...so unless you're a cop, keep in mind that you haven't been inside yet. I thought I'd let you all get a post up with your specific duties on the team, your species, and such before I'd jump into the actual investigation. No, I don't know who has done it yet. I'm going to make that a surprise. >>; And for those of you who know me fairly well, you know I dislike bios like:
Name: Joe Shmoe
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf
Bio: Bit when he was twelve.
I figure it doesn't take too much more brainpower to type out something like:
Joe Shmoe, a twenty-three year old werewolf stared at the wall, fighting off his instincts, as usual. He'd been bitten at the age of twelve, and...
See where I'm coming from? So there will be no bios. I will scream and rant and throw broken sporks if there are. ><; Don't believe me? Ask Edge. I'll do it. Just start with a post similar to the one above. No, it doesn't have to be long. I happened to dig up a lot of that post from one I started some time ago and I just combined the two. But you will not be lazy in putting up those bios and pretending that they're the actual post. No. I want complete sentences and long paragraphs. And please PLEASE don't go into the house before you're briefed...I mean, that's a no brainer, right?
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Darkness loomed outside the once majestic windows that hung shattered in the ruin that was once a young boy’s home. Heavy rains poured and thunder cracked outside the walls that seemed almost as an imprisonment for him. Fiercely cold winds raged in and out of the broken glass and bit at the exposed skin on his face, the blanket wrapped around his small form not providing much of a cover anyway. Tears streamed slowly down his face as the horrid memories of the slaughter tore through him. Blood everywhere, followed by the dropping of bodies. He saw through the cracks of a closet door the massacre that was his last day as a normal child. Everyone was gathered around the table for Thanksgiving dinner when he’d forgotten to wash his hands. During this event, he accidentally splashed some water on his pants. Instead of facing embarrassment the eight-year-old hurried to his room to change, for dinner would not start without his presence. It was then he heard the shattering of glass and the screams that followed. Out of curiosity he went to the door to see what was the matter. From atop the stairs, he could see into the dining room.
It was there that a horde of Vampires was mauling his family. Fear made him shut the door quickly, making a rather loud noise which the Vampires didn’t ignore. His window was open, due to his room usually being hotter than Hell. The boy ducked into his closet and quietly closed the door. His father, uncle, and a few cousins had managed to barricade themselves in his room for only seconds before the door seemed to explode with the Vamps. They devoured his family and left, suspecting he jumped into the tree out of his window and climbed down to safety.
He stayed in the closet long after they were gone; his mind making it’s most desperate attempt at comprehending the events he’d just witnessed. Eventually, he came from the small closet and surveyed the destruction. A team of people entered the house not long after and found him, huddled against the corpse of his mother, bloody and terrified.
A man in a black trench coat leaned down to him and inspected him to make sure there were no wounds or bite marks. “He seems alright, Sir. What should we do with him?” Another man with the same uniform came up and looked him over. “I’ll take him. Foster homes can be murder on a kid his age.” But the boy refused out of terror. He saw the fangs the man bore in his mouth and fled quickly, knowing his house better than these people did. He stayed gone long enough for them to forget about his house, stealing food from vendors to survive for the short week. For two years he’d been alone, fending for himself. He knew no love, nor friends. There was no other family that even knew he was alive anymore. It was when he was stealing more food that the man who’d scared him into running two years earlier caught him. His mind was a train wreck that had no hopes of ever being cleaned up completely. Kind of like an oil spill. No matter how much of it you get, the environment will never be what it was before.
The man, Tatsuki Kurenai took him in instead of turning him in to the police. He trained him in every aspect that he could as a human and the boy mastered his teachings in a few years. When he turned eighteen, Tatsuki turned him. He became part of Tat’s last team that day.
The final mission they went on was a gruesome one. The entire team was slaughtered before Kaikato’s eyes, all except for Tats. Both he and Kaikato sustained brutal injuries, but only Tat’s were serious enough to mean death. It was his dying wish that Kaikato drive his own sword through his heart. “I’d rather you kill me then some bastard enemy.” He said, choking on his own blood. Kaikato regretfully raised Tat’s sword and stuck it through his heart. A whispered “Thanks,” was the last word Tat’s uttered. Kaikato collapsed after this, eventually being found my paramedics and taken to a recovery room.
Years Later
The ringing of a cell phone awoke the twenty-seven year old from a deep sleep, one he’d been longing to enjoy for quite some time. “Hello?” “Meet me in the park in one hour. I’ve an offer for you.” The female on the other end hung up and Kaikato slowly awoke. He dressed himself and set out for this new development, intending on discovering what is was that was so important it had to disrupt his first untroubled sleep in many weeks.
In the darkness of the park, Kaikato approached the woman’s silhouette, his SHI coat billowing in the wind. “How did you find me?” he asked sharply, his voice sounding harsh and irritated, which in all fact, he was. “A referral.” “From?” he snapped. “A friend’s cousin’s friend’s, friend’s uncle. He said you’re good.” She said calmly. “I’ve been told that. So what is it that you want so bad you had to wake me up?” His patience was growing thin with this stranger. After a short silence he snapped, “Speak!” He could hear her sigh from the short distance. “I lead a team of investigators of the supernatural. We’re the primary law enforcement for them. I heard a bit about your past and figured it to be false, but judging by that coat, I’d say it was a good tip.” His eyes narrowed at her as the wind picked up. “So you heard I’m a slayer, huh?” His voice grew as cold as the night air. “Sorry, I don’t do that anymore.” Kaikato turned around and began walking again when she spoke.
“You’re not alone. Many feel as you do and would give anything to quench the burning, hate-ridden guilt in their hearts.”
The painful memories began twisting Kaikato’s already unstable mind. His emotions began fluctuation out of his control. But he regained composure soon enough. The anger that boiled within him showed in his facial expression. “You’ve got a deal.” He said without turning around, his voice leveling out into its quiet baritone that slid the words smoothly from his lips.
The Present
The pager at his hip began vibrating and he glanced down at the number. “Damn. Bad timing, Sam.” He sighed and turned off the TV. “Just when I get into the movie she pages me. Damn Vamps can’t keep their asses in line for one night!” He threw on a shirt and grabbed his keys from the counter.
The sound of a loud, gas-guzzling engine could be heard throughout the neighborhood as he slammed his foot into the gas pedal and roared his sixteenth birthday present down the asphalt. The black and green Barracuda looked as if it were only a streak under the glow of the streetlights. “Damnit all, I can’t do any damn thing without some jerk off decapitating someone.” He got behind a slower car and had to slow down, thus further infuriating him. He erupted a loud yell and whipped the car into the other lane, where he then proceeded to gun it again and pass the car. “Screw the speed limit.” He said as he passed a sign.
When he pulled up to the crime scene, everyone turned to look at the loud entrance he made. The car door slammed and Kaikato strolled up to the tape and walked under it. “Woah there, I need to see some…” an officer said as Kaikato passed him flashing his badge. “Go right in.” Kaikato nodded and looked around at the vomiting officers. Other’s just hung their heads while talking amongst each other. “I’ve never seen anything like that in all my years.” He overheard. “It’s gonna be a long night isn’t it?” he asked Rand in an annoyed tone. “You’d better believe it.”
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A young man head banged to the music in his head phones as peanut butter smeared on top of jelly and then was folded over. The phone rang and as lost in the rock music as the teen was, his natural instinct to answer the phone before the last ring took over. He dived over the couch, sandwich clamped safely in his mouth as a muffled hello came over the line.
“Dude! Nah… I can’t believe that… He said to her? …Idiot, it’s not like he wasn’t warned about her *****iness. Well, yeah sure… I mean she’s only been saying it all last week… So they broke up? Stupid, but hey hot ass is hot ass. So practice… Yeah. I’ll be there. Give me five and have Tommy pick me up at the corner ok?”
But it was after the phone had been on the base unit for five minutes it rang again. Jack ignored it thinking it was his friend again.
"Jack, it's Mom again. Listen, I know I said I'd call back, but there's a Vamp kill down in Anaheim. You have my cell number if you need me. I'll have pizza sent to the house. Double Pepperoni, as usual. Bed by Eleven, mister. I don't want you missing any more school. Love you, night."
He froze with that and swore loudly, much more loudly then when his mother were around to hear him.
“For GOD’S SAKE! CAN’T WE EVER HAVE SOMETHING THAT’S NOT PIZZA?”
He stormed around the apartment swearing for another couple more minutes then he decided it was time to go. Grabbing the band’s newly recorded CD’s, he checked his pockets for a few items before taking out his key to the apartment. He met the pizza man half way down and paid for the pizza. Taking it with him, Jack headed out to the curb where a shady looking van was waiting. Hopping in, Jack presented the pizza to his friends.
“Sweet! I love your mom Jack-ass!” one of his friends said. Jack slide the van door closed and wheels made hot rubber on road. Together the group sped off into the night without a care. Laughing Jack spent the night in music without a care that vampires may be on the loose…
Eleven-thirty and quietly a raven black-haired youth peered into the apartment with narrow blue eyes. Working his way around the doorframe as in little space as possible he moved his wire framed body towards his room to get to bed…
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Sekorai, a young pure blood vampire with spikey red hair and blood red eyes wearing a black leather trench coat, hides in the shadows near the crime scene not knowing who had killed or even what gang had for he didn't belong to any of the gangs. He sees la dama de la muerte and steps back further into the shadows so not to be seen.
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Originally posted by Sekorai
Sekorai, a young pure blood vampire with spikey red hair and blood red eyes wearing a black leather trench coat, hides in the shadows near the crime scene not knowing who had killed or even what gang had for he didn't belong to any of the gangs. He sees la dama de la muerte and steps back further into the shadows so not to be seen.
Ok, I'ma beat Kayla to the point on this one. You've typed a bit too little. Read hers, Edge's and mine to get a feel for what you need to type. You've got a nice start going on, now advance it. Maybe put some stuff before that. If you need some help IM me on AIM. Born2Die803 is the s/n. Shinigami803 on Yahoo.
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"What's all this then? Looks like a quarantine or something."
A man dressed in white and wearing a white, long brimmed hat and thick sunglasses walks the street towards a crime scene, passing by the police without being seen. He makes his way into a blood splatted room where a birthday party was destroyed by a sex of vampires.
"Well these guys are quite brutal. Just a bunch of amatuers, though. Still, what a mess, and such a waste of perfectly good food."
The man examines the bodies, searching for bodies with severed heads or destroyed hearts, when suddenly he hears footsteps just outside the door. The man becomes mist as a woman enters the room to examine the scene. After the woman finishes her investigation and leaves, the man returns to normal and pulls out a small handgun and aims it at the head of the dead mother and pulls the trigger, a loud gunshot booming through the almost empty house.
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Contrary to most people she worked with, only 5 years ago if someone had told her that vampires existed, Leona Reese would have laughed in their face. She never had believe in the supernatural until she met one face to face. She was only 17 at that time. She was dark then, angry with everyone, and a stone cold killer. She had murdered four people and was frequently broke into mansions to steal big items. One night, while she was on a 'run', she had ran into some problems with a bodyguard she was trying to get past.
She ended up killing with by stabbing him in the neck. When she pulled the knife from his body she looked up and saw a dark figure with shining eyes. Leona stood slowly, the dark blood from the knife covered her hand. Those shining eyes captured her. She couldn't move. The figure moved to her and lifted her hand to his mouth. He licked it and smiled, his mouth curved around two sharp teeth. Thats when she snapped out of it. In a moment of panic, she drove the knife into his heart and fled.
She never found out if she killed him, but she didn't want to find out. Instead Leona spent all her time researching vampires and training herself. She was a vampire bounty hunter for two years until she was recruited by that certain law inforcement branch. Leona didn't care. She became friends with a few of her co-workers, and did her job well, and while most of her co-workers had other reasons, this was just a Job to her. There was nothing personal about it. She just didn't want to feel weak ever again.
Present Day
Leona lounged half-asleep in an all night coffee shop, not wanting to return home. Her long blood-red hair was messy and sprawled over her face and hung limp down her back. Her light brown eyes flickered open as her pager suddenly went off. She grumbled and fumbled with it until it came free of her belt. She glanced at the number and sighed. Another one. It seemed the vampires only found pleasure in bothering her. But it was part of her job.
Leona stood, she straightened her baggy black pants and loose green shirt, then pulled her black trench coat tightly around her as she went outside and caught a taxi to where the crime scene was. The driver stopped at the police line and Leona paid and got out of the car. A police officer put out his hand to stop her but she flashed him her badge and he let her through. The officer looked sick. 'Yup.' She thought with a sadistic grin.
Leona found Sam Davis and Kaikato outside the house. "'Bout time you showed up Reese." she heard one man say. Leona shrugged it off and went up to Sam. "Hey." She said queitly, looking over the people hanging around, "Big mess?"
Edit: Sorry, i fixed it
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Hakkai quickly formed a shield with his hands as soon as he reiceved the orders from the Earth bound. Shaking his head he looked over to the child next to him in wonder. Even as she sprang to her feet, Hakkai was thinking as to why the Fire element was so young… And he wondered if her youth would foreshadow her early death.
Contemplating this he hardly had time to hear the shouts of warning as shadowy demons of hell spawn dropped from the sky. The black shield came up as a demon came flying directly at him, reflecting the monster only for a millisecond, it came again.
“Quickly now!” Hakkai hissed through gritted teeth as he readied himself for the next blow. “Strike at him with fire and I’ll hold him still!”
Charging at them the demon came with little regard for what was happening around them.
LOOK OUT! Artimis shouted in Hakkai’s mind, Behind!
Hakkai half turned to find the blade of yet another opponent’s blade almost ready to pierce into his chest. Clapping his hands around the flat of the blade, Hakkai’s eyes flashed an uncharacteristic coldness. The blade that the demon held turned black and the monster wailed in deep pain as it melted from the inside out.
But in the fray of it all was a cloaked man, a man who had the look of pure evil on him. Runes from before a time Hakkai had ever studied glowed red. He watched as the Earthbound took the first few strikes and failed each time.
In battle there are moments where history is made and time slows down, within that battle’s moment, Hakkai could tell this was not the first time that the Earthbound had meet this person, nor was it the first time that he had been defeated by this person. Pity swelled up in Hakkai as he ducked a blow, only to be nailed in the stomach by a hard fist.
Stumbling to the ground, Hakkai felt more pain as kicks were aimed at his stomach and chest. Then his eyes fell on his comrades and guilt welled up. His priestly ways had not prepared him for battle, and at the moment he regretted refusing to exercise his power for fear that it would once he would have no control over his actions.
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OOC: OMG LOL! Edge...dear...-.-' *Holds her side, snickering.* Wow...that's the first laugh I've had in three days now. Thanks, Human. But...When you told me you were thinking of adding a char, I didn't think you meant interchanging them from another of my RPGs. *Hides behind Shi.*
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Oh my god... Was I drunk or what? LOL. Thats a first for me guys. I had both RPGs up and running in different windows and posted in the wrong one... lol... I'm keeping it here... It'll be an inside joke.
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| Posted On: 09/29/2005 At: 11:42:16 PM | | | Reply Link |
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A tall figure walked down the dark streets as media pushed in like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. Disgusted with his own analogy, he moved across the border between his normal life and the life he lived at night seamlessly. Light bulbs flashed even as he moved within the house.
“Damn it’s a cold night.” He said to his boss, a women with such cold veins within her that he had seen powerful local vampires warn their followers not to cross her. “And it had to be this…” pointing to the scene before him.
Shaking his head he pushed back his silver hair before looking closer at a wall with his sharp silver blue eyes. His name was Darius Evenguard, and he had been working with vampire classes for about five years. Normally he detested the vampire race as a whole, but the money was good… So for five years he had put up with it… Plus the benefits weren’t bad to him. In his role as an assistant gave him nearly unlimited access to whatever information he wanted. Mostly it was his boss he looked for the most information on.
Pulling his dark trench closer he began to take pictures with his camera.
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| Posted On: 09/30/2005 At: 01:24:56 AM | | | Reply Link |
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I could hear the whispers of the newsmen around me. They didn't know what was going on. Neither did I...but unlike the bloodthirsty scavengers making up the wall of camera crews and reporters vying for the uniform's attention, I would soon find out. The press being this thick could only truly mean one thing...well, a couple, but I was more willing to bet on the one. Someone had tipped them off. Sam-I-Am wasn't going to be happy when she stopped playing Big Boss Lady and tried to get back through the crowd.
My pager had gone off during my big date. It was, perhaps, the first one I'd had since my High School Prom. Hell, that one was a prank. Yeah, the girl standing on her front porch while her supposed date egged her? That would be me. Don't laugh...it's only been about eight years. Yeah, I'm that young. Twenty-five. Ten years younger than Sam. She and I grew up together- well, kinda- in the slums. My mom was a member of the coven that Sam's mom led. My mom was the second in command...Ms. Kurenai's lieutenant and favorite sex partner. Yeah, our moms were lesbians. Sam's one of those stiff-spined people who will never, never tell you that, though.
When Ilysa Kurenai died, it was like a light went out of my mother. She became by default the leader of the coven...and within a year, the entire coven was worse off than before. I watched them suffer, dying off one by one, for the next eight years of my life. When I was sixteen, I was carted off to a foster home with the vow to be a cop. My mom was killed in her bed by a jealous weretiger. We won't go there. Let's just say that I turn white, dark chocolate-colored, and fuzzy once a month because of my bastard father. He was drunk, she was desperate, the money was good. Blah, blah, blah. It's a story I've heard so many times that my mother may as well have been blue in the face with it.
There was no love lost between my mother and me. I envied Sam that much...I always had. Sam-I-Am and her mother were so close, while my mother despised me from the day I turned fuzzy for the first time. I wasn't normal...therefore I was something to be feared. She sent me to my dad each full moon, from the time I turned seven until she died. The bastard wouldn't claim me once his whorish wife found out about the affair with my mother...
My dreams of being a cop died with the last time I lost control. I was eighteen and my dad had the balls to show up at my graduation. I shifted at noon- full daylight- and in public. He was the leader of the local Pacote, called the Rei...so he managed to shift and leap away in answer to my challenge. We fought for a long time, I lost track of how long, but it was much much later when I shifted back, waking up in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. There were a pair of uniforms in the door, arms crossed, looking forbidding...and then they looked up at someone outside of the door, turned pale, and stepped out. I'd never been so glad to see Samantha Kurenai in my life. Of course, she was married by that time...to the big time copper, Joel Davis. Joel was the one who came to get me when my mom died...he was nice and I'd liked him. Anyway, Sam walked up to me and handed me a contract.
"You've got two choices, Christie." She'd said, outright. "You can sign this contract now and join the team that I'm putting together to enforce any and all supernatural crime...or you can be carted off to a shelter where you'll live the rest of your life chained up like you're a kitty in the zoo. I pulled a lot of strings to get my bosses to agree to this, so think long and hard on it...especially if you're going to go out and pull another stunt like the one you did at your graduation. Think it over. I'll be back tomorrow, one way or another." She then walked out and left me to my thoughts. It wasn't a hard decision
I signed.
Which was the reason that I made my hurried excuses to my date- another weretiger, though not a white tiger like myself- and rushed out of the restaurant at the vibration of the pager. I'd pulled up behind Sam's ferrari and parked my own car, popping the trunk to get my gear out of the back. A quick change into coveralls and nikes later, and I was ready to go, shoving a handful of disposable gloves into my pockets as I went. I glanced to one side, spotting Kaikato, who I nodded to, and then to the other at Leona, who got another nod. Sam was walking quickly for us, and she stopped.
"It's bad." She said. She never liked to influence us one way or another, so she never told us any details. Even if she'd begun to make an acception this time, she was cut off by a gunshot that made her turn, drawing her gun, and race into the house with the three of us following.
Inside was a man standing over a dead body, gun still smoking. Unthinking, I pinned him up against the wall, using my strength against him as I yanked him around and slapped a pair of silver-lined cuffs on him. Even if silver didn't hurt vamps, it would slow them down. Why do I, who am allergic to silver, have a pair of silver cuffs? It's in the job description.
I knew Sam would get to him when she was ready, so I hauled him out into the back yard- the one that wasn't being hounded by photographers- to wait for her.
~*Sam Davis*~
I ran inside, gun drawn, at the sound of the shot. I was vaguely aware of my three team members following me, but shortly after, I had my gun pointed at the man who'd fired the shot. The white weretiger, Christina Jordan, pounced on him, using her supernatural strength to pin him against a wall. If he was hostile, the other two would kill him. If he was friendly, he wouldn't fight the weretiger's strength. I dismissed them all without a thought and knelt in the blood to check the damage done to my crime scene.
It was then that my second-in-command arrived, camera around his neck. I knew that he'd been researching me behind my back...hell, I openly encourage it. If he was concentrating on researching me, he wouldn't sense me researching him. "Damn it's a cold night. And it had to be this…"
"Just another crime scene." I said, making a chalk mark around the bullethole in the mother's forehead. "Photograph this and documet it extra carefully, Darius. It wasn't here before our strange friend over there decided to cut in. Photo document the entire room. I don't want a single inch of it unphotographed..." I paused and glanced at him. "You're going to need some more film." Stepping away, I moved to the other three on my team. "Leona, get some gloves on and start bagging and tagging. I want everything that could possibly tell us who did this on its way back to the office to be looked over more carefully when we're finished here. Kai..." I pulled out a measuring tape and handed it to him...one of the little measuring tapes that clothing artists used...and a small pad of paper with a pencil attatched. "Start measuring fang marks...well, the fang marks that you can see to measure, anyways."
When they were all beginning to do their job, I walked out after Christie, stepping out onto the back porch where she was sitting with the prisoner. "Hi, I'm Sam Davis." I said, my voice calm and neutral. "Seargent Sam Davis to you. Exactly what in the name of a HELL were you doing tampering with my crime scene? And don't you bull**** me, boy." My voice iced over. I saw Christie shiver. "I'm a vampire executioner. I kill people like you for a LIVING. Now talk."
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hearing the rushed footsteps heading towards him, the man turned to face the "welcoming committe." with guns drawn the aimed at him, when suddenly a weretiger jumped at him and managed to slap a pair of silver handcuffs to his wraists, but knowing that resisting wouldn't be the best of options, he went quietly and waited for the lady he'd seen investigating the scene earlier to arrive. when she finally arrived, she began the interogation.
"Hi, I'm Sam Davis. Seargent Sam Davis to you. exactly what in the name of HELL were you doing tampering with my crime scene? And don't you bull**** me, boy." She was obviously upset at his firing into the mother's skull. "I'm a vampire executioner. I kill people like you for a LIVING. Now talk."
When she finished, the man brought hands which had been handcuffed behind him to the front and set them on his lap. The handcuffs were not on them. Standing silently, he gets up to see her eye to eye.
"My name is Alcard, and where I come from, victims of vampires generally turn into ghouls when their head and heart remain intact. I belong to the Romanian Order of Catholic Knights, the Hessian Organization. to put it simply, I was told to come here and see what I could find out about these American vampires. If I disturbed your crime scene in anyway, it was to protect you humans. And no, I have no intention of causing any of your group harm. And just so you know, you could have shot me but it wouldn't have hurt. Well, not me at least."
He turns to face the empty backyard, tosses the handcuffs to the weretiger. He starts to roll up his sleeves that show no sign of injury.
"And no, Silver doesn't affect me."
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| Posted On: 09/30/2005 At: 11:46:48 PM | | | Reply Link |
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"Photograph this and document it extra carefully, Darius. It wasn't here before our strange friend over there decided to cut in. Photo document the entire room. I don't want a single inch of it un-photographed..." She paused and added "You're going to need some more film…"
“That’s why we’re in a digital world boss.” Darius muttered to himself as he began his work. Information was a specialty of Darius’s, making him a valuable person to have around in times when very little was known about some case or person. Combined with his sense of knowing how to capture evidence to prove or disprove a case, he had found his skills useful in his own hobby in intelligence.
He finished with the women quickly, entrance wound, exit wound, it caused the same amount of mess. Avoiding the sticky pools of blood was difficult and Darius felt his anger rise as he viewed the children. But a sense of irresistible curiosity took him, so Darius moved towards the window to view the stranger. Carefully aiming he turned off the flash and entered the camera into night vision. Locking on the stranger’s face, he took several pictures before going to another camera which had film in it. Very rarely he would use this camera, but for a case like this he understood That his boss would need information… something he would look into later but as of that moment he would provide for the physical features.
The film in the camera was not common, invented by a victim of a vampire cult, a photographer had nearly given his life to develop a film that would indeed capture a Vampire’s physical features. Darius took two shots and quickly hid the camera away. Then he crouched down near an open window to the back to listen to the stranger speak, dutifully copying all the words to memory and paper.
"My name is Alucard, and where I come from, victims of vampires generally turn into ghouls when their head and heart remain intact. I belong to the English Order of Protestant Knights, the Hellsing Organization..."
I don’t care where he’s from… Darius projected his thought to his commander, allowing her to know that he was taking notes. Every order in the world falls under local law, though the English Order of Protesting Idiots has been known to think themselves above that.
"To put it simply, I was told to come here and see what I could find out about these American vampires. If I disturbed your crime scene in anyway, it was to protect you humans. And no, I have no intention of causing any of your group harm. And just so you know, you could have shot me but it wouldn't have hurt.
Stupid git, he’s referring to Romania region with the ghoul infestation. And part of that is due to the poverty of that country- with the poor health system and a mix of magics from ages old, there are bound to be a few genetic screw ups. But at least we know now he’s an undead.
"And no, Silver doesn't affect me..."
I bet your garlic bread would affect him plently, boss.
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| Posted On: 10/01/2005 At: 12:42:40 AM | | | Reply Link |
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I crossed my arms pensievely and stared down at Alucard as he spoke, my eyes narrowing as I threw open the metaphorical doors in my mind to allow the feedback that I knew I would recieve from my second. I don’t care where he’s from…Every order in the world falls under local law, though the English Order of Protesting Idiots has been known to think themselves above that. I knew he would be taking notes, and I smiled inwardly at how well my second in command knew me. Stupid git, he’s referring to Romania region with the ghoul infestation. And part of that is due to the poverty of that country- with the poor health system and a mix of magics from ages old, there are bound to be a few genetic screw ups. But at least we know now he’s an undead.
I looked hard at Alucard, biting back my sarcastic remarks as I heard one of Darius' come through my mind. I bet your garlic bread would affect him plenty, boss.
Do you think there's a chance that the fool could have brought something with him?
No, he seems to be a lone wolf type. Also, he refered to himself as a single person instead of a team or anything. Else, I would try listening in on his accent Cheif.
Alright. Any objections to my having him shipped back to wait in questioning until we finish up here? He may yet be useful. I didn't need his approval, of course...but I had hired him because he was well-travelled and knowledgable and I did value that knowledge...no matter what rumors were flying around the department.
Ship him to the office but make sure some tea or coffee is in reach, he'll talk more if we roll out some of the red carpet.
"If the handcuffs were anything more than a precaution, they would never have been placed on you." I stated, quietly. "For now, however, my crime scene is getting cold. Alucard, what I'm going to do is send you back to the Police Department with a uniform. I'll have a few questions for you later, and I think we'll all be more comfortable there." I lifted my radio. "Johnson."
"Yeah, boss?" The uniform's voice came over clear and calm. He was one of the few uniforms that I kept around with my team.
"Christie's going to bring a vamp around front. Take him back to my office, see that he has whatever he needs to be comfortable, and make sure the hounds leave him alone."
"Sure thing, Boss."
"Right...Christie, take him around front. While you're at it, get rid of the sharks. Then you can come back and help Leona bag and tag." When she was gone, I pulled on a pair of gloves and walked inside, stopping and just looking at the massacre. Darius...I want the ****er who did this. It was the closest I'd get to admitting that it even remotely got to me. I took a deep breath and slipped back into the mode that would allow me to deal with the scene.
"Kai, what can you tell me about those bite marks?" Each Vampire had a different sized set of fangs...much like the fingerprints of humans. "How many different vamps do we have?"
I'll do what I can,we all want this guy. Darius grit his teeth as he took another picture of a child. However it's almost 11pm... You've got to get some sleep, cheif, otherwise that oversized head of yours won't work right... Say hi to Wacko Jacko for me, I might stop by later if I find anything.
I'm not going to get any sleep after this...but I'll go home anyways if you're sure you have a handle on things. Just put Christie to work bagging and tagging with Leona and get a coroner in here to supervise the removal of the bodies when you're finished. Oh...and Dar...don't you dare drive yourself too hard with this case just because of the kiddies. I never looked up from studying one of the bodies, but I made my "voice" very firm. Like you said...we all want this guy. We won't catch anything if we're dead from exhaustion. I then nodded to Kai and Leona.
"I'm running on about four hours of sleep guys, I'm going to see if I can catch three or four more, put Jack on the bus, and be back bright and early in the morning to finish up. Right now, just get all of the bagging and tagging on the evidence from the bodies themselves done, and all of those measurements. Call it a night as soon as you're finished with that and head home to your families." I turned and walked out, quietly.
I stepped into Jack's room when I got home at Eleven to make sure he was in bed. I glanced around the empty living room, the discarded book bag and then poked my head into his room, intent upon checking my sleeping son...just to find...
Growling, I walked out of the room to wait.
When I heard the door open, I was waiting, and the light came on as soon as Jack entered. "And just where have you been?"
Busted. It was the worst feeling in any teen's mind as Jack entered the room. Eyes darting over the room, his quick mind tried to find an excuse, "I had band practice Mom, and I guess we lost track of time." He shrugged and kicked off his shoes at the door, "Sorry, we'll watch the clock better, god, calm down. I wasn't in harm's way or anything."
"Oh of course not. Like there's not a gang war going on in the streets as we speak." My voice was layered with sarcasm as I glared at him. "And that damned Band is not more important than your safety OR your grades."
It was a tirade that I'd worked over until I'm sure he had it memorized...but the boy never seemed to get it. He was always back in trouble the next day.
Jack felt the hair on his neck rise as she started in on his grades. "What? As if Uncle Kaikato hasn't already taught me to fight! I can defend myself! Look!" From his pockets Jack pulled out his silver roseary, a pure silver Jesus hanging from it. "They don't teach us anything at school anyway. They sit on their fat asses and make us write notes! It's killing! It's BORING!" Taking a step closer, Jack tossed the items from his pockets to a basket near the door.
"Mom! I'm going places with the band! If we can just get a recording studio, an agent, and a band manager we'll be set!
"Oh! Yes, you're going places. You have a whole BAND and a song or two! That's really going places, Jack!" I narrowed my eyes. "I'm afraid you're grounded, Jack."
"Seven songs completed and three in the works!" Jack corrected without thinking about it, "And WHAT do you mean I'm GROUNDED! That's NOT COOL or FAIR, Mom!"
"Do I look like I care? I'm doing the best I can to be here for you, Jack! If your father could..."
Jack gritted his teeth as she spoke about his father. "Well, he's NOT!" And with that he didn't bother with even looking at his mother, he spun around and stormed to his room, slamming the door behind. Going for the window, he found that it was sealed. "Goddamnit! That woman thinks of everything!"
For good measure of his furry, Jack threw a book or two at his door so that his mom could hear how angry he was.
I stared silently at the door before turning and walking into the kitchen, reaching into my stash for a bottle of wine, sighing. It helped me relax...and when Jack was like this, I needed it. I couldn't blame my son, though...he'd taken the loss of his father so hard. Almost of their own will, my eyes found the picture of my late husband hanging on the wall...his gentle smile disguising the same eyes that I saw when I looked in the mirror...eyes that had seen too much.
I still remembered the day they'd come to me, telling me that my husband was dead. Jack had been in school...I wasn't his biological mother, she'd run out on them when Jack was a baby...but I'd tried to be there. "Joel...you ass." I whispered to the portrait. "You knew it was a trap. I'd warned you about Icarus and her desire to make you into an example..." I took a long drink of the wine. Icarus had been the old master of the city. I'd tolerated her because I'd known, even then, that she had no clear successor. But she'd learned that Joel was putting together a team much like my own...the first since Shadow Hunt Inc had been destroyed so many years before...and she'd put a stop to it by making an example of my husband. She'd taped everything that she'd done to him...worse, she'd sent it to me rather than to the department.
My son had gotten to it before I had.
It was more for that than anything else that I'd gone after Icarus. I don't think she expected me to react as quickly as I did. I might not have, had I been the one who had found the tape. I took another long drink of the wine as I reached into the hiding place that I'd built for the stake, looking at it hard...blood still staining the smoothe wood. Darius had been the only one of my team that had been there that night. I'd handed him a crisp, clear copy of my will and the key to my house, where my son was still sleeping off the drugs that the doctor had used to calm him down...and then I'd turned and walked away. He hadn't asked...hadn't needed to.
I went in in the dead of night when I knew the ***** would be awake. I'd walked right into her sanctuary before she'd known that I was hunting her...and we won't speak of the deeds that I did that night...both to Icarus and to her minions. She'd begged, in the end, as my husband had managed not to do. And I sank the stake into her at last, taking her head and heart and burning them, retrieving the stake and saving it as a reminder. I'd sold the house soon afterwards and we'd moved to the apartment...I couldn't keep the house, I just couldn't.
Sighing, I finished my wine and walked wearily into my bedroom, sinking into the oblivion of an exhausted sleep.
~*Christina Jackson*~
"Don't worry about Sam...she's a real ***** around crime scenes, but she's not a bad person." I told Alucard, quietly. "And you messed with her crime scene. She's a cop, first and foremost. Cops don't like it when you mess up their crime scenes." I shrugged.
"Christie, stop blabbing and move it!" I rolled my eyes at Johnson, he was always giving me **** and I was always handing it back to him on a platter.
"You're just jealous, Johnson. You don't like the fact that the Boss is sending you away from the scene to babysit a vampie." I said neutrally. He glared at me for a moment before turning stiffly to Alucard.
"Come on...my patrol car is this way." He led the way off through the reporters, leaving Alucard to follow.
"Good luck. But don't expect Sam to come to question you until tomorrow sometime." I warned. "Darius'll send her home before too long and she'll fight with her son and then she'll collapse and be back up at five and back at the crime scene by eight. She should remember you at about eight thirty, by which time you'll be nice and settled away for your daily slumber. So...probably tomorrow at about dusk, she'll talk to you. Just relax until then." With one last smile that I hoped was encouraging, I stepped up to the line of reporters.
They spotted me and recognized me for who I was. "Christina!" "Christina!" "Christina!"
"I'm afraid that nothing can be released just yet." I said, loudly. "Sergeant Davis has sworn us all to secrecy until we have a solid lead to give you."
"Does that mean that you don't know what's going on?" One reporter asked. I fought not to roll my eyes. Assholes.
"No, sir. It means that we're still processing this crime scene and don't know everything that it has to tell us as of yet. So I'm afraid that you all are going to have to be as patient...as are we. These things take time...we wouldn't want to convict someone who's completely innocent." I kept my professional smile on. Don't let them know how bad it is, Christie...butter them up and make them think they're actually important. "However, I'm sure there will be a press conference or something set up so that you may be informed as to exactly what's happening. Until then, I'm afraid that we are not yet at liberty to say anything but 'no comment.'"
I paused, letting them grumble amongst themselves for a moment. "Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Go home and hug your families." I turned and walked away to the flashing of bulbs and the drone of hundreds of questions mingling together into a meaningless roar.
Fools. I stepped into the house, pulling on a pair of gloves and turning to Darius. "What do you want me to do?"
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After being lead to the squad car and taken to the stations, the vampire settled in, figuring he might as well sleep for the remainder of the night.
"I guess I'll be waited for her all day then. I guess I'd ask for a bag of medical blood, but that'd be rude."
Laying down on the cot in the cell, he drifted off to sleep until the next morning.
"I guess they gave me a cell with no windows thinking I might get killed before they had time to question me. Well at least this cell is more comfortable than what I'm used to."
Alcard thinks back to the time he was first awakened by his mistress, the leader of a holy organization...
Several Decades Earlier
A young girl was running through the woods, behind her, several men and dogs chasing her down. The leader of this group was the girl's older brother. After their father had died, control of the family's organization was transfered to the young girl.
"That brat can't have gotten too far. Remember, when you find her, shoot to kill. I don't want anyone to find out about this or the fact that she gets the group. I know full well that it should belong to me."
As the girl ran through the forest, she stumbled upon an abandoned house. Entering it as fast as she could, she locked the door behind her.
"Why is brother doing this to me? I wish mommy and daddy were still alive, they'd protect me from brother. And Walter's out of town, so he can't help me either."
As she wandered through the house, the girl stumbled upon a secret passage way. Following the dark hallway within, the girl kept walking her way towards a tiny light that eminated at the end of the hallway. When she made he way into the small room, she screamed. In the room was a corpse hanging from hooks on the ceiling and the wall. All over the room were parts of the dismembered corpse.
"What the hell is this place?"
As she spoke these words, a loud crash could be heard at the front door of the house. Her brother had found her, following the direction of her scream. He and his group made their way to through the secret hallway until they arrived at the room.
"I've finally fou... oh god what's that smell?!"
Looking at the dismembered corpse, a gasp escaped his lips. Turning to his sister.
"What the hell is that? It looks like what you'll look like if you don't cooperate. Now onto business. Steve..."
As he said this, one of his men handed him a gun.
"Now to put an end to this nonsense."
Aiming the gun at his sister's head he fired. But she was too quick for him and the bullet hit her shoulder. The blood splattered onto the corpse's face and trickled down to it's mouth.
"You only got lucky. But this time, I'll get you at point blank range..."
But as he spoke, one of the severed arms started clawing it's way towards him. Looking down at the hand that was now gripping his leg, he tried to shake it off. and then the other arm grabbed one of his men and strangled him. After finally shooting the hand off his leg, he turned to his sister, hoping to take care of her, when he heard a voice.
"You smell alike, but the girl's blood is more definately more pure than yours."
Turning to the source of the voice, the dangling corpse, the brother screamed and started firing at it.
"Just die you bastard!"
The corpses limbs started to melt into blood and move towards the hanging corpse, lifting off the ground and connecting with the stumps they belonged to, recreatring the bodies missing limbs. The body lifted itself off of the hooks and clothing formed on it. Speeding forward, the man grabbed the brother's arm that was holding the gun, ripping it from it's socket. As he drank the blood from the arm, he turned to the girl.
"Are you safe ma'am?"
The girl looked at the man, seeming scared that a person could can back from the dead. Having grabbed a gun from his hip holster the brother aimed the gun at the man.
"Just what the hell are you?"
Lunging at the brother before he had a chance to fire, the man, a vampire, ripped the brother's head off.
"I am the one who shall protect this girl from the likes of you."
Present
Sitting in the cell at the station, Alcard snapped back to reality.
"Well, this will be a long day."
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”Mother, you and father never speak about the past. Why is that? Every time I attempt to bring up your other missions, you direct me elsewhere. Do you not believe I have a right to know what happened in your lives? Isn’t it my right to know why I am the way I am? Please tell me mother… please!” The young female spoke practically a mile a minute in hopes that if she continued to nag, her parents would finally give her an insight into her family history.
“You can know when you’re older.” The soft voice of her father sounded behind her, indicating that he heard everything she had just asked.
“But…! I am older! You’ve been saying that since I was barely able to talk. It’s your fault I’m so curious!” Velvety lips pushed out in a cute little pout. Sure, she was still young, only three but her growth was unnatural for a pure human.
Both parental units shook their heads in unison before sending the child outside to play. Sitting down once again to have tea with each other, they knew that they weren’t being too harsh on her. It simply wasn’t something they wanted to talk about, yet. The only thing the girl had been told that her ancestors were great people and feared among all those that happened to be their enemies.
“MOMMMYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The scream seemed to pierce the still air that had at one point in time seemed so safe, so tranquil.
Without a seconds notice, Katarina rushed outside in time to see her baby girl on the ground, a male rushing towards her. Figuring it was the male that had knocked her down, maternal instincts erupted inside her mind. Reaching down to pull out a silver dagger from her right boot, golden-green eyes narrowed towards the form. Snapping her wrist outward enough to fling the weapon at the right knee of the creature, Katarina rushed forward seconds later. As the male dropped to the ground onto his stomach, she pressed her knee into his chest, pinning him down. Glinting coming from his fangs indicated he was either a were-animal or a vampire. Sniffing in his scent, she easily deduced that he was definitely a vampire… an evil vampire.
“Touch my little girl again and you will not last long enough to regret it.” Julians rough voice sounded from behind Katarina as the two switched positions. Picking up their daughter in her arms, Kat carried her inside to check for wounds. The sounds coming from outside indicated Julian was interrogating the vamp before finally just killing it.
“I’m oh-tay mommy… but what was that?” Her voice was oddly calm considering the trauma she had just been exposed to. It was then Katarina decided she would reveal all and between the two of them, they managed to tell her everything that had happened, including just what she was. Considering her age, she took it rather well.
“You were given a gift my darlin’ and you must use it for the good… Shadow Inc was formed for a purpose and despite what happened, they did good things in the world. Do you understand?” A nod indicated that Katarina had gotten through to her baby girl.
.::.Gabrielle Skye.::.
“Mama!! Watch me!! Mama!! Papa!! Watch!!” Her voice echoed across the water and despite how many people happened to be swimming in the ocean, she felt alone.
On a normal day, her parents would answer her with a joke or chortle, something to let her know they were watching. She found that when nothing came, a dark feeling overtook her soul, as if something was ripping it out. Instead of yelling out again, she briskly swam towards the beach, hoping they had just been inside getting more popsicles or something. Californian weather was always perfect for swimming and surfing but as she made her way out of the water, she immediately felt as if it was snowy and cold. A group of beach combers were circled around where her parents were supposed to be at. Moving over towards them, the little girl wiggled her way through wet legs until entering the middle of the circle.
“………………………!” A long sob escaped from her hands, which had found themselves pressed against her mouth.
Lying in a pool of blood in front of her was the two individuals that loved her more than anything in the world. Thinking back to what she had been told about vampires, she quickly investigated them for any fang marks or torn up flesh. Sure, there was plenty of torn up flesh, but nothing that could be from a vampire. Wrinkling up her nose as tears streamed out of her chartreuse eyes, she tried to remember what else she had been told. It was then that she recalled what she was. Using her senses to sniff out what type of animal did the damage, she came to one conclusion. Well, not exactly one conclusion, but she was pretty close. It was either a werewolf or a werelion.
“MOMMY!! DADDY!!!!” The five year old attempted to get towards her parents only to be held back by several onlookers.
“NO!! LET ME GO!!!” While the onlookers held her back, another called for the police as well as anything that dealt with murders like this.
][OOC: >.>;; I couldn’t resist. I might not be able to post a lot, but yeah. Switched de names and removed all BMR refrences. =)][
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OOC: Welcome aboard April. =D You rule. Okay, I'm adding to the end of this one...Edge and I got Jack's reaction put in.
My pager went off at nine. I arrived at the beach at nine ten and was paging my team by nine eleven. I took one look at the crime scene before I turned to Rand, who was walking towards me.
"Get the hell back." I snapped. He stopped, staring at me, his eyes confused, and then angry. "Trust me. Get the hell back and keep the press the hell away." I moved towards the crowd of people.
"Let the child go." My voice was firm, though I moved between the young girl and her parents. "Let her go and take yourselves to a counselor. Give your statements to the man with silver hair walking towards us." Don't, Darius. Don't come closer. Stay back...and keep the team back. This one, I'm going to take. You have the other scene under control for now. Send Kaikato in to start processing the scene. If we need help, we'll come asking. I looked at the little girl as she sobbed over her parents.
My gaze grew soft as I knelt beside her and touched her hand. "What's your name, Sweety?"
Dar...I'm sorry... I projected a single image to him...the image of those two torn bodies...and I hoped that he'd understand. I slammed the doors in my mind shut to my second and opened the other two...the ones to Horacio.
Horacio.
Sam? His voice came from a long ways away. Horacio could survive until about ten before he had to hibernate, and he was up early...but it wore on him.
Which master can call Lions?
The only master in L.A. whose animal to call is a lion would be...Vittoria.
Isn't she the leader of the Reds?
Yes. She's a very dangerous master. She might even be strong enough to take me.
Well that certainly makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I picked the five year old up and started walking towards my car. Horacio, send Alano and Lana to pick me up at my apartment.
What would you need the twins for? Don't you have a weretiger on your investigative team? Is it that bad?
My silence must have spoken for itself, for I felt his confirmation as I was closing the doors in my mind to him. Arriving at my lambourghini, I set the child on the hood and looked her in the eye. "Gabrielle, (Remembering her name from her own statement to me) I'm going to take you home with me for now, okay?" I paused. "I'm already doing everything I can to find whoever did that to your mommy and daddy, but I'm afraid it won't change things." There was an odd intelligence in her eyes...something almost feral. Somehow, I knew that though young, she wouldn't appreciate it if I buttered details.
"My son, Jack, will stay with you all of the time while I try to find out who did this." I told Gabrielle, quietly before setting her on the ground and opening the door to the passenger's seat of my lambourghini for her. "Buckle up." I reminded as I walked around to slide into the driver's seat. Glancing over to make sure she didn't need help, I started the car and glanced over my shoulder, pulling away from the curb and driving away from the crime scene.
I pulled up to the apartment building and, for the first time in several years, missed my house. It had been much better equipped for a young child. "Come along." I paused to put the top up on my ferrari. "Do you want to walk or do you want me to carry you?" When she made her choice, I nodded and walked quietly inside, getting onto the elevator and pausing. "Do you want to push the button, Gabrielle?"
As the elevator began to rise, I sighed and looked up, silently praying for strength. It had been a long, long time since I'd been around a child this young, and I had little to no idea of what to do. Stepping out of the elevator, I took out my key to unlock the door to the apartment and walked in, glancing around. "Jack!"
Jack sat up with a start as he heard his name, sending his CD player to the floor. Batteries flew out and Jack swore as he untangled himself from his head phones. "Yeah Mom?"
"Jack, Come in here please!" I called.
Coming out of his room he saw his mom and a girl standing next to one another. Giving her a look he pointed to the kid. "Who's the squirt?"
"This is Gabrielle." I said, calmly. "You'll be babysitting her for the duration."
"Am I getting paid?"
I paused on that one, looking down at the young girl. He was grounded anyways, but... "Yes. You'll be getting twenty dollars per day, plus money enough for whatever the two of you need to eat." I turned my gaze back to my son.
Jack looked at his mother for a minute, he had been expecting a fight from her on the issue of money. Shrugging he tilted his head in such a way, it clearly told her that he wanted to talk to her a moment- a behavior, unknown to Jack, that had been one of Joel's.
"Hey Gabby, the Tv remote is over there, why don't you watch some toons? Then we'll watch a movie ok?"
I bit my lower lip hard as I saw him mimicking his father without noticing as I turned to Gabrielle. "Go on, it's okay." I smiled at her and walked into the kitchen to talk to Jack.
Jack followed her and then with a careful look to the child he spoke in a low tone. "You ok? Is there something I should know about this kid? You agreed rather fast to that." In the teen's eyes there was concern rising in them, a sign that though Jack was on a rebellouse streak, he was growing into a man.
I looked at him for a moment, measuring how much he should know, before glancing at the child. "The crime scene that I was paged out to about an hour ago?" I nodded towards the living room. "Her parents were the vics."
"It's still unsual that you would take the kid, Mom." Jack said, an annoyed note coming into his voice, "I know that we've got vampies hanging around, it goes around the school of who's in what cult."
I sighed softly. "It wasn't a vamp kill. It was a lycan kill. In the middle of the day. On the beach."
Jack paled, "In broad daylight?" he whispered. A shudder went through him at the implications. "Ok, I'll take care of her, but I want someone on your team's number... Just in case."
I nodded and pulled out my list of contacts on the force, pinning it to the fridge. "I wrote the entire team in at the bottom." I paused and turned to him, lifting my hand to his cheek on impulse. "Jack, I don't know if this attack was random...so far it seems like it, but I want you to call me if ANYTHING seems weird. Understand?"
Jack gave his mom a quick rare hug and promised that he would. Though for a moment he saw his mother's eyes flicker as if recalling something personal. But Jack shook it off as a shadow or a light. "Ok, well, lemme make some popcorn mom."
"Alright." I pulled out my checkbook and signed the first check, pulling it off and handing it to him. "I don't have any cash on me, so just call me and let me know how much you write it for. I'll go by the bank when I get off. I left your Uncle Kai in charge of the scene, better get back." I set the check on the table. "There's a pager code at the bottom, too, Jack. It'll page my entire team and bring them running here."
I paused in the living room to kneel in front of Gabrielle. "Let Jack know if you need anything, okay honey?"
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.::.Gabrielle Skye.::.
An angel. Between her blurry eyes caused by her constant sobbing and the amount of bodies encroaching upon her, she found herself staring up at a figure. The sun outlined the woman’s entire form, giving her an angelic appearance, which gave Gabrielle the courage to calm down a little and resist the urge to reduce an arm to a thin stream of ribbons. Peering up at the female as she ushered the crowd away, the child found herself taking in her scent in a comforting way.
”What’s your name, Sweety?” Despite hearing the voice, Gabrielle couldn’t help but jerk backwards at the feeling of a hand upon hers.
Snapping her gaze up towards the woman, hesitation overtook her natural blurting nature. Slowly and barely noticeable at first a frown formed across her face. The tears that had lessened over the last few minutes poured down her cheeks again like a waterfall falling from a group of rocks. There was only thing she could think of for a few seconds and that was the undying urge to get her mother and father back, which wasn’t going to happen.
“Gabrielle… Gabrielle Skye…” Allowing a complete stranger to pick her up, the little girl wrapped her arms around her neck, hugging onto her for all she was worth.
The woman’s scent… it was comfort and that was enough for now. Staring at her while the woman, Sam as she introduced herself explained that she would have to stay with her son, Jack, Gabrielle understood. She understood that everything would be done in order to find the thing or things that took her parents for her, but what she didn’t understand was why out of all people, her parents were chosen. Buckling herself up almost automatically, she found herself staring out the window. It was odd that Sam spoke to her the way her parents spoke to her, almost as if the woman knew what Gabrielle was, which was totally impossible.
“…………” Gabrielle followed Sam silently into the building, refusing to be carried. She wasn’t an infant after all and it would only succeed in making her realize how much she missed her parents.
Unable to help herself, Gabrielle sprung at the opportunity to push the button on the elevator. For as long as she could remember, that was her job no matter who she happened to be with. Once the elevator paused upon the level needed, the child followed the woman out to her apartment, frowning as she called for Jack. The scent she had smelled upon the woman surrounded her, seemingly coming from every inch of the room they were in. It filled with a sense of security that immediately disappeared the moment a boy came out into the living room and pointed at her.
"Who's the squirt? Am I getting paid?” As if that wasn’t enough, she found herself growling softly in her throat at the notion of him babysitting her.
Little short arms crossed against her chest as she glared back and forth at the two. Her feral eyes intensified, giving her a nasty animalistic look that wasn’t natural on a human. Once they had the money situation figured out, the two seemed to stare at each other for a few minutes. Unsure of what was going on, Gabrielle danced from foot to foot, waiting impatiently for something to happen.
"Hey Gabby, the TV remote is over there, why don't you watch some toons? Then we'll watch a movie ok?"
“Name is Gabrielle, not Gabby. You can’t call me Gabby, Jack!” The soft growl that had started previously grew ever so slightly, rumbling in her tiny throat.
”Go on, it’s okay.”
Watching as the two walked into the kitchen, Gabrielle turned towards the television, glaring at it. Grabbing hold of the remote, she turned it on before scanning through the channels in hopes of finding something of interest. What she found was news, news, and more news followed by… more news. However instead of watching the news that spoke about another death that happened earlier as well as the death of her parents on the beach, she had moved closer to the kitchen in hopes of listening in. Another good thing about her genetics was the excellent hearing she was born with. Tilting her head slightly, she managed to pick up on some sentences though most of the time her attention was focused on the television.
"It wasn't a vamp kill. It was a lycan kill. In the middle of the day. On the beach."
A lycan kill? A deep frown formed across her face at that phrase. She was a lycan but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them… at least she hoped.
"In broad daylight? Ok, I'll take care of her, but I want someone on your team's number... Just in case."
Just incase what? Incase she went insane? Or… incase the killer came back…?
"Jack, I don't know if this attack was random...so far it seems like it, but I want you to call me if ANYTHING seems weird. Understand?"
What if it wasn’t random… what if they come back…?!
Hearing footsteps nearing her, the child raced across to where the television was at and desperately scrambled for the remote. Of course the thing was missing and with a sigh, she realized she had left it on the floor by the kitchen. Shrugging and hoping that Sam wouldn’t notice, she attempted to act natural even though the news was far from cartoons.
”Let Jack know if you need anything, okay honey?”
“………I want to come too… I can help!! I… I…” Truth was, she scared and didn’t want the comforting scent to leave.
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[ Edited by: April on 10/05/2005 7:34:13 PM ] |
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| Posted On: 10/05/2005 At: 10:09:20 PM | | | Reply Link |
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---Leona Reese--
Leona tied back her hair and pulled on the latex gloves. She began bagging up everthing thing in the room, from small party items to a picture frame with blood slattered on it. She ignored everthing that was going on around her because it wasn't her job. It took her hours to finish bagging and tagging and by that time, the bodies had been removed and the sun was just peaking over the horizen. Luckly she had slept all day yesterday.
Just as she was about satisfied she was done, something caught her eye. Leona crouched down and reached under the table. A single white tooth. It was razor sharp and about a half-inch long. She inhaled sharply and carefully put in a bag. She followed the evidence to the lab and helped the Forensics workers check out the evidence.
[[Later]]
"Do we have anything on the tooth yet?" Leona asked, her voice tense from the tedious work. She had covered her normal atire with a white lab coat and her usualy free hair was bunned tightly to stay out of the way.
"DNA doen't match anything we have, but if you get me the vamp i can tell you whose it is. However, we can date the tooth. Funny thing about vampires, they live a long time, and you just can't get new teeth. According to the tests i've run, this particular vamp is somewhere around 200 to 300 years old."
Leona studied the chart for a moment, then pointed to a spike in the charts. "Whats that?" The woman leaned over and glanced at it.
"That is a chemical of unknown sources. Whatever it is, it nearly blew up this machine. I'm running tests on it now. Hopefully we'll have some idea as to what it does by tonight." Leona bit her lip. Why would a vampire's tooth have some chemical on it? She sighed.
"I'll be back later." Leona left the room, shed her lab coat, let down her hair and left the building. She opened her phone and dialed Sam's number, She answered.
"Sam? Its Leona. We found a vamp tooth at the crime scene. We narrowed down the age of its owner to between 200 to 300. But the weird thing is that it was covered in an unknown chemical. Forensics is working on it as we speak."
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| Posted On: 10/07/2005 At: 12:44:36 AM | | | Reply Link |
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He whatches silently as la dama de la muerte questions Alucard, a familiar face to anyone in the vampire community, he trys to listen in to there conversation but can only hear the sound of reporters asking question upon question and the snapping sound of pictures being taken by cops, reporters, and la dama de la muerte's group of vampire hunters. " what could they be talking about?" walking out of the shadows slowly and quietly trying to get close enough to hear the conversation. By the time he was able to hear what Alucard was saying they were already done talking and la dama de la muerte was leaving. >> i wonder where she could be going why is she just leaving<< he thought to himself. He then decided that he would hang back far enough not to be noticed and he would follow her.
He dipped back behind a building, climbed up the fire escap to the roof. From here he could see for miles. He spotted her car and followed her jumping from roof top to roof top hoping not to be seen. While jumping over one of the alleyways he could hear people talking about a murder. He didn't know if it was the sameone that he was just at the scene of or if it was a murder they were planning. He continued following her not stay around long enough to listen to the whole conversation because he didn't want to lose track of where she may be going. He whatches as she pulls up to the curb, turns off her car, gets out, and locks it. She then goes into the bilding she stopped at. " This must be where she lives."
Soon after she walks into the building another car pulls up and a teenage boy gets out saying goodbye to the people in the car. The boy quickley sneaks back into the building. Not long after shouting could be heared followed by a few loud thuds.
He then looks up into the sky and realizes that it will be morning soon and he had better get back to his home in the abandoned Auto Mechanic Shop downtown that he had fixed so that sun light could not get in. He climbed down the fire escape and quickly walked back towards the shop. He noticed a cab and flaged it down he had the cab driver drop him off a couple of blocks from the shop so the cab driver didn't know he lived there. He paid the cab driver and walked to the backdoor off the building. Inside there were mechanics books that were left there that he would read once in awhile. In the basment of the building is where he slept. He laid down on his homemade bed. >> I wonder what those people where talking about. Who could have committed this crime.<< He thought as he dozed off into a deep sleep.
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| Posted On: 10/07/2005 At: 10:34:43 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Vittoria stared into the night, the light behind her seeming to give her a glowing edge. Her face was twisted into an expression of rage such as her servants had never seen. The vampire behind her cowered. "I told you to hire foreign vampires to distract La Dama de la Muerte. That way, they'd get out of town. What did you do? You hired a group of Blue Fangs." She spun, her hand forming a claw as it raked across the other vampire's face, tearing a good half of his features to shreds and popping his right eye, the fluids of which trailed slowly down his cheek with his blood.
"I am very, very displease, Sil." Vittoria said, baring her fangs. "We cannot afford an outright war with Horacio and his whorish pet cop right now!"
"Y-yes, Mistress." The vampire stammered.
"Ah well, the damage is done. You forced my hand, Sil. I do not like that." Vittoria turned away. "Deuce, Cript, lock him away." As the two 'muscle' vamps hurried forward, Vittoria turned her dark eyes back to the window.
"What will you do, Mistress?" Vittoria turned to see her human servant standing quietly behind her.
"Find Lauden Shimmerslate, Kyler." She told him, her voice hard. "It's high time that that ***** of a Lion Queen came in handy."
"Mistress?" His voice was puzzled.
"We're going to find- and eliminate- the reason that Sergeant Davis not only survived her filthy husband's death, but killed Icarus."
"Yes, Mistress..."
A cold chuckle was the only sound in the room as the door closed, sealing off all light save for the minute ammount coming in from the city, far below Vittoria's mansion.
<><>Lauden Shimmerslate<><>
Amber eyes stared into the mirror at features that were rapidly resuming their human shape and color. Hands that had, moments before, been tawny furred claws resumed their shape and mobility. Lauden smirked as she double-checked to make sure that all of the blood was cleaned from beneath her fingernails and stretched easily before picking up her purse and opening it, digging inside for her lipstick, touching up that and her base before she walked slowly out of the public bathroom at the beach. She glanced once towards the crime scene behind her, watching La Dama de la Muerte carry the five year old away. Amber eyes, stuck permanently in the shape of a giant cat's eyes, followed the progress of the bane of the night.
She was the human servant of the strongest master vampire in the city, and yet she refused to let him win the war. That was the biggest thorn in the side of the Lion Queen. That and the fact that her own mistress despised the cop with a deep, burning hatred that Lauden could feel through the marks even as her mistress slept. Sunglasses slid onto the perfectly tanned nose to shield the sensitive eyes from the harsh light of the day and prying human eyes, and those same amber eyes trailed first the ferrari as it pulled away from the curb, and then the plain, nondescript convertible that was but one of a series of cars that would trail the woman to her home. She was careful, they had not yet found her home...and now that she had the lycan child with her, so they would have to be extra careful not to get close enough to let the miniature house cat smell them.
Satisfied that her pride had things well in hand, Lauden silently walked to the motorcycle waiting on the curb, throwing one leg over it and starting it in a roar, driving away as she spotted one of La Dama de la Muerte's team members begin processing the messy scene that she'd made not an hour before. Lips curved upwards to reveal the enlongated canines that were the product of spending far too long in her cat form, and Lauden spun around a corner and started for her home, never glancing back.
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[ Edited by: Lauden Shimmerslate on 10/07/2005 10:48:16 PM ] |
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| Posted On: 10/12/2005 At: 10:14:17 PM | | | Reply Link |
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OOC: Sorry I havn't posted, getting on that right now.
IC: ~Kai~
I knelt in the sands and examined the massacre closely. There was a very thin wire coming from my pocket that lead to a set of headphones. Music blared from them. MCR, The Used, Hawthorne Heights. Just a lot of post-heardcore rock with some regular hardcore here and there. Lots of screaming. I guess it made me concentrate or something like that. A loud snap caused several people to look at me as I put my gloves on. I sniffed and leaned in to the bloody mess. 'What the Hell?' I picked a tooth from the woman's body and examined it in the sunlight. 'Well now, this is interesting.' I wiped away the blood to get a better look. 'Werelion.' I took out a bag and a sharpie from the pocket opposite my mp3 player. The tooth was dropped into it and it was labled 'Werelion.' I turned to the other body, the male, and began looking it over. Another tooth was embedded into a bone. I jerked it free and fell backwards. Several of the officers were staring at me again. "What?" I snapped. They turned back to their duties. "S'what I thought." I held that tooth up too and my eyes widened. 'Werewolf?' I pulled out another bag and labled it with the tooth inside. I stuck the sharpie in my mouth and looked at the shredded remains of the neck. 'No Vamp bites.'
I slowly looked down the body to the torso. There were several organs missing on both the bodies. 'This looks a lot like a simple feeding...' I turned to look at the sun, 'but not in broad daylight, or at least, I wouldn't think so.' I stood up and walked out of the secured area to my car. I looked through the window and spied a messenger bag in the back seat. I snatched it out and walked back over the sand to the scene.
The bag cleared a nice little spot of sand out when I dropped it. I'd taken a book from it and I was now engaged in a rather deep study of the bodies. 'Ok, let's see here.' The book was filled with photos of several kinds of lycan attacks. Something I'd pieced together. The remains of the bodies looked like both Werelion and Werewolf attacks. 'Suspition confirmed. Not good.' I placed the leather bound volume back into it's rightful place and crossed my arms. 'Why would Lions and Wolves work together? As far as I know there's not a master around here than can call both. So, who's allied? Think Kaikato, think! First the massacre last night with I don't know how many different sets of fangs and now a Lycan attack in broad daylight. This doesn't add up. Who's behind this?' A tap on my shoulder broke me from my thoughts. An officer handed me a clip board as I took my headphones off. "There's a crowd growing back there and we're having a hard time controlling them. The press also wishes to speak with you." I sighed and walked past him, smacking the clip board to his chest. The spectators were all gathered at the tape and pressing forth on it, giving the officers a hard time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please respect the perimeter we've set up. It is for your safety." The press began hounding me at that moment. "What kind of monster did this?" "Do you have any leads?" I turned to them and smiled. "That information hasn't yet been determined for sure and no, we don't have any leads yet, but rest assured, you'll be contacted if we do." "Do you think that the Vampire Mistress Vittoria is responsible?" I paused for a second. "We can't be sure of that right now." "Is the general public in danger?" another reporter barked. "No. The gangs know their limits and usually don't push them. No further questions." I said as I turned and looked at my crime scene.
'Vittoria...' I pulled my cell out and dailed Sam's number. Jack answered. "Jack, hey, it's Kai....Your mom there?.....Coming back here? Ok, I'll call her cell....Sure I'll come and visit sometime. Take care of that little girl." I hung up after he said bye and dailed Sam's cell. When she picked up and lit a cig. "Sammy, we've got something wierd going on. I found a tooth in each body. One's a Werelion and the other is a Werewolf, and last night there were so many different sets of fangs that my hand got tired of writing." I looked up at the corpses to see a man that wasn't an officer standing there. "Hey! Get away from there!" He looked up at me with yellow eyes under his hoodie. "Sam, call ya back!" I hung up fast and walked toward him. "Stay right there." I ordered. He bolted off toward the street though. "Damnit!"
I shot off after him with incredible speed. He was fast though. We ran through alleys and the like before he ducked into a building. The address was a known Vampire hangout. I pulled my gun and radio out and called in backup. This man was possibly a key to what had been going down.
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I am the Major. I know Ninja Tim. We bad.
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"I know you do, Sweety." I said gently, hugging Gabrielle to me for a moment. Something about her...I don't know what it was. "But I'm going to have to leave you here with Jack, okay? He will be able to call me if you need me." I held her for a moment more before kissing her forehead and turning to walk to the door, my eyes meeting those of my son as he walked out of the kitchen with the popcorn. I couldn't say anything more because my cell began ringing as I reached into the closet beside the door and pulled out my vamp kit, opening it and drawing out the shoulder-holster that I didn't wear if I could help it. Shrugging into it, I flipped open my cell.
"Davis." The leather belt came next, stringing through the tail ends of the shoulder holster and my own belt loops until it buckled at the front. I was digging around in the vamp bag for my favorite gun for this particular holster when I froze at Leona's words.
"Sam? Its Leona. We found a vamp tooth at the crime scene. We narrowed down the age of its owner to between 200 to 300. But the weird thing is that it was covered in an unknown chemical. Forensics is working on it as we speak."
I almost cursed...only a well timed glance towards Gabrielle stilling my tongue. "I'm betting that it's a plant. Don't let anyone's skin come into contact with the fang. Wear masks while near it until you know just how dangerous it is. Don't argue. Oh...and from now on, Darius is heading the investigation that you're working. Kaikato and I are working on a separate case. Uh-huh." I hung up. No goodbye. Rand was rubbing off.
I met Jack's eyes for another moment as I holstered Joel's Browning Hi-Power...the gun that I'd given my husband for his birthday mere days before his death. Pausing, I pulled free my own Browning, a slightly newer model, and slid it into my black cop's holster...the one that went at my waist with my pepper spray and cuffs...now also belted to my waist. I hesitated, looking at my vest, before simply setting it down by the door and reaching for my formal jacket, putting it on over the shoulder holster.
"Be safe." I told them as I turned and walked swiftly out to the elevator.
I was sliding onto the back of the bike that Alano was riding on when my phone rang again. "Davis."
"Sammy, we've got something wierd going on. I found a tooth in each body. One's a Werelion and the other is a Werewolf, and last night there were so many different sets of fangs that my hand got tired of writing."
"Yes, I figured as much. Well, you'll have to turn those measurements in to Darius. We're going to be on this case for the duration. A Werelion and a Werewolf working together...I don't buy into it. Something's not right. Don't leave the scene until I get there. Are you listening to me? Kai...KAI!" He had already gone. "Damn it! Drive, Alano!" He obeyed without question, shooting off with Lana close behind us on her own bike.
I heard Kai radioing for backup on my scanner and I cursed softly, throwing one of the doors in my mind open wide. Levi...where are you?
Um...does it matter, really? I rolled my eyes at the arrogance of the Rei's answer. He was strong, but he wasn't strong enough to ignore Horacio's summons. I'd have made a better leader of the Weretigers.
Shut up. I need you to meet me at... I rattled off the address that Kai had just recited over the scanner. And Levi...
Yes?
Don't disappoint me. Bring backup. It's a known vamp hideout...so we'll need the diplomatical guns as well as the ones that shoot real bullets.
...Trouble?
Let's just say that one of the gangs is crossing a line. We'll need to visit Vittoria later tonight, too.
This isn't going to be a repeat of the Kigan incident, is it? I still can't show my face in the Inca.
I don't know, Levi. All I know is that Kaikato just radioed for backup. Now move it.
I'm moving, I'm moving...eesh.
I tightened my arms around Alano's waist as he roared towards the address.
OOC: Hey Human, IM me about duelling in Christie's part. There wasn't enough there for me to add it to the end of this post and actually be worth something.
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| Posted On: 10/13/2005 At: 10:08:48 PM | | | Reply Link |
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~Kai~
I stood there at the alley entrance waiting on backup. "Damn, they should've been here by now." I knew better than to go in alone, despite the power of my transformed state. That many Vamps and Lycans would litterally rip me to shreds. A rock fell next to me and I looked up, only to have a Lycan pounce on me. It pinned me down and snarled in my face. "You're one ugly s.o.b." I said with a smirk. My feet found themselves pressing against the Lycan's body as it snapped at my throat. My gun lay a good deal away and I couldn't reach my other weapons so I decided to use my head, litterally. The Lycan bounce back in a stunned surprise after my forehead rammed into it's nose. I sprung up and took a defensive stance as it stood to face me. My form soon changed into the grey-skinned beast that dwelled inside me. A low rumble emitted from my throat as the monsterous beast charged me. When it snapped at me, I'd gotten behind it and had a hand gripping the back of it's neck, the clawed fingernails digging into it. "Down boy." I said, a sinister voice coming from me. The Lycan dropped to it's knees and I placed a gun to the back of it's head. I leaned into it's ear and said calmly, "Shift back or die."
The inexperianced Lycan shifted back only to be pinned down by my knee on his back. I shifted back rather quickly and replaced my gun with my cuffs. I snapped them closed on his wrist and jerked him up. "Now, tell me why you attacked me." The guy spit in my face. "Not exactly the answer I wanted." I rammed a knee hard into his stomach and held him up as he coughed out blood. "Now, I ask you again. Why did you attack me?" "Police brutality." he said in heavy breaths. "Not if there's no one to see it. Trust me here. I could kill you in a heartbeat and no one would miss you. I get rid of people like you every single day and never think anything of it." I unholstered my gun and pressed it to his neck. "Now talk!" I snapped.
He quaked under my ferocity and slowly spoke. "You'll never get anything out of me." He'd broke through the cuffs and sent me flying into the opposite wall with a hard push. Before I'd put my gun on him, he'd already gone. "Damn." My arm had gone out of it's place so I snapped it back in. I grimaced slightly at the pain. I pulled my radio up to my mouth and prepared to speak into it when I heard bike motors. I slowly walked out of the alley to the street and looked in the direction the noise came from. Even at the distance, I could see Sam on the back of the lead bike. I sighed and leaned against the wall. "Took ya long enough." I muttered to myself as they closed in.
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| Posted On: 10/15/2005 At: 10:33:36 PM | | | Reply Link |
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.::.Gabrielle Skye.::.
"I know you do, Sweety. But I'm going to have to leave you here with Jack, okay? He will be able to call me if you need me.” Sam’s voice was gentle, as was her hug, but something was underlying the voice.
Watching silently as Sam walked around the apartment gathering her th ings, Gabrielle shifted from her left foot to right and then back again. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Jack returning with some popcorn, but at the moment she wanted nothing. She watched silently as Sam put on weapon after weapon, making sure to note where she got each one from and even managed to listen on the phone conversation she was having.
"I'm betting that it's a plant. Don't let anyone's skin come into contact with the fang. Wear masks while near it until you know just how dangerous it is. Don't argue. Oh...and from now on, Darius is heading the investigation that you're working. Kaikato and I are working on a separate case. Uh-huh."
A plant? What’s that mean…? Another fang…? Another case…? Oh no…
Before she had a chance to ask or say a word, Gabrielle watched her comfort scent walking out of the door to the elevator. Left with Jack, the young child stared at him silently before turning around and heading for the television. Within seconds she had devised a plan that would most definitely work. Sniffing the air, she located the restroom and without looking back at Jack, she spoke only seven words.
“I’m using the bathroom. Don’t follow me.” She stepped inside of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. With a quick glance to the window, she perched up on the back of the toilet. After a few quick leaps, she managed to not only open the window but with her catlike reflexes perch upon it before jumping down to the fire escape ladder platform. Carefully rushing down it, she glanced both ways before running down the street, following the comforting scent wherever she happened to be going.
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| Posted On: 10/16/2005 At: 12:52:40 AM | | | Reply Link |
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It was late by the time Darius was able to walk into the station, he was slightly tired and almost ready for some well earned sleep when he remembered he had to interview the vampire they had found at the crime scene. Stepping into the restroom a moment he slashed cold water on his face and took the time to make sure he looked halfway decent. Pushing back his silvery hair into a neat mess he left the room and picked up a clipboard. A uniform pointed to the room where the vampire was being kept. Darius nodded and opened the door.
“Evening, Mr.…?”
“Alcard.”
“Yes, Mr. Alcard.” Darius said smoothly as he sat down in a chair opposite of the vampire. “Mr. Alcard, you have already stated that you fall under the Romanian Order of Catholic Knights. However, I’m going to have to ask for additional identification of this organization.”
"Hessian, a section of the government's secret service"
Darius looked over his clipboard annoyed. "That means jack-**** to me. Do you not have an emblem or any kind of idenification? Otherwise we'll have to press charges on tresspassing on a crime scene."
Alcard takes an identification card to him, a white and purple shield with the word HESSIAN written across the top on it, the card identifies him as Alcard alone, no surname of any other information.
Darius took the card and turned it over several times. He nodded and made a note on his clipboard. Shaking his head, Darius made no comment but instead went on. "Well, thats better. Now to the better things, why were you at the crime scene?"
"Currently, Hessian is investigating a group that sent a group of vampires and an army of ghouls to attack or headquarters, a location which is top secret. our only clue is Millenion. we came here hoping to contact the U.S.'s occult and military study group. When we heard that this place was being torn apart by a vampire gang war, it seemed like a good place to start our investigation."
"Romania would have been a better place to start." Darius idly corrected as he wrote down his notes. "The ghoul armies and such would have been a prime location. As for this 'Millennion' thing, I doubt you'll find too much here, possibly a foreign vampire or two- but that would be rare. As far as I'm concerned, there is a high number of gang related vampire attacks, but that does not give you any authority to approach a crime scene or begin a private investigation. In fact you might have gotten more if you had contacted us first."
"Hessian is from Romainia, and Millennion has developed a device that can change any person into a ghoul, even if the host vampire dies first. and we've already gotten one major lead on Millennion." reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small computer chip. "this was found on the mother, the one I shot."
Darius sighed, "Withholding evidence. Goddamnit. You could have made this easier on the both of us and could have just come here first. I have to report this. So according to your evidence, Millennion makes these computer chips that are implanted into the victim and transformed into a ghoul?"
Alcard nods. "seems this is the place to start looking. I took it because, like I said, anyone can be turned into a ghoul with this, so I had to keep it hidden until it was securely in the proper hands."
Darius grumbled to himself as he took out a clear bag. "Put the chip in here, and tell me anything else you know, it looks like this is going to be a serious case. What's next Goblins?"
Alcard chuckles softly as he puts the chip in the bag. "There's no such thing as goblins, silly."
"God knows what's not and what is at this point, pal." Darius said as he tucked the bag in to his pocket. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a contact back to Hellsing, chances are I'll have to confirm your arrival here and to make a few requests into their database."
"There's no-one at the Hessian headquarters, we all left after the attack, of the 125 members of Hellsing, only 7 survived, myself and my servant not included, and 5 only were spared because they were on vacation."
"Good, contact them." Darius said as he wrote a few more things down, his tone was uncaring. "If there's someone alive then there's bound to be someone with a higher authority then yours. Also there's a chance that there's a data base located somewhere else. I doubt that the Hellsing organization could be as stupid as to leave their information at one place."
"My master, Ms. Lidia Hessian, in the leader of group, but my telepathy only works in contacting my servant, and I have no clue yet as to where Sir Hessian, police lady, and Willard are staying"
"Who sent you then?" Darius pressed as he wrote down the names of the survivors.
"Police lady isn't a survivor, and Sir Hessian sent me to investigate on my own."
Darius scratched off the name 'police lady' in his notes before continuing. "So... Sir Hessian sent you on a mission... before or after the attack on the base?"
"After, she wouldn't be alive now if I were gone."
"Who's she?" Darius pressed as his pen tapped against the page he was writing on.
"Sir Hessian"
Darius paused. "So instead of Lady Hellsign, she is called 'Sir' Hessian?"
"She is the head of the family, so yes"
Darius shook his head. "Typical," he muttered, "Alright, so Sir Hellsign sent you here and currently you have no contact with her. Yet, how are you suppose to report back to her?"
"Through police lady"
"Who is dead."
"Just bacause she's dead doesn't make her any less useful, though he refusal to drink any blood makes it difficult to cope with her"
Darius wrote beside police girl undead
"she's like me." he grins to reveal his fangs. "and we communicate it a similar fashion as you do with your boss"
Darius shot a look at Alcard. "So, can you contact this 'police lady' right now?"
“Of course, but she's been asleep all day, so it's not much use to contact her then"
"It's still a little before dawn. Contact her now if you can. I want to meet this Sir Hessian and gain some permissions from her."
Alcard smiles as he stops talking. he remains quiet for a while before uttering under his breath.
Darius narrowed his eyes, "Don't mutter." And then added, "How many members are in this area currently? Or are you by yourself?"
"3, not counting myself, 2 humans"
"Have them report here before continuing your investigation. I'll be able to issue special passes and such. That'll keep this mess from happening again. However they better be here in 24 hours or I'll issue a warrant for your arrest."
"You think quite little of me. just give me my other gun, the one you lycan girl disarmed from me, and I'll take care of it in few seconds…if you'd like, you're welcome to come along"
"I do think little of you." Darius said, giving the appearance of being absolute bored to death, "I'm not giving you any weapon, and fine, I'll come along. But I'm just trying to make your life easier... Because you do know that we're not giving you anything- no ammo, no protection, and no information until we get some confirmation. So sure, lead on Mr. Alcard."
Alcard smirks as he passes easily through the bars as though they weren't there, pulls a long-barrels black hand gun from his coat and makes his way out of the station towards the location of his mistress and the others.
Darius made his way out unimpressed. He yawned and followed them, though his eyes sharply recorded every detail to memory. He followed Alcard with very little trouble to where ever he was going to lead the two of them.
Alcard walks down the street and into an alley way very close by. "anybody home?" he watches as a lady wearing a brown uniform with the Hessian shield on it's shoulder. "Master!" she shouts. "you finally got here, we just barely ditch those creeps." "are are Sir Hessian and Willard safe?" Alcard asks. the lady nods and leads them deeper into the alley where a young woman and an old man are sitting, almost out of breath. "so you decided to show up, Alcard." the young woman said. "sorry, but I some questions to answer." Alcard responded. "and this man would like to talk with you." Alcard points towards Darius.
Darius looked at the people before him, already feeling a headache coming on. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid my team had to detain Mr. Alcard for trespassing on a crime scene. I am told that you, Sir Hessian are in charge of the Hessian organization. And that you have valuable information. Whatever information you have regarding the ghouls would be nice, but until you have my team's permission I will have to ask you not to trespass or become involved in the Vamp gang activity. Investigation or no, we have to be careful, and anything that could tip the balance at this moment... would be unsatisfactory to both our parties... Now I know personally that the Hessian organization has a solid database on ghouls and Vampire leaders. I need access. If you provide me access to your databank, I will return the favor and allow more free movement for your task. Do we have an agreement?"
The young woman thinks for a moment and nods silently. "it's better to have more allies then enemies. our database can be accessed from the laptop I have with me." she pulls out a laptop case and hands it to him. "we'd like a full report on everything regarding this situation. Alcard will assist you, we can take care of ourselves to get out of town before another sneak attack like that." pulling a cigar out, she lights it and takes a long drag from it. "it's going to quite some time before this matter is settled, and Hessian just can't turn it's back on these bastards."
"No, I wouldn't think so..." Darius mindlessly said as he absorbed the database information. Frowning he was now sure he could access the data as he pleased. "You don't have to leave, but I would like to prevent any other misunderstandings from any other crime scene." Digging into his pocket Darius pulled three yellow passes. "Keep these with you, they'll grant you access into the computer databases and into crime scenes where my team has access to. Uniforms will now see you as apart of my organization and they'll either bar you or allow you to pass. You'll only be allowed on Vampire scenes- however- I will upgrade it to ghoul if we have a major situation on our hands... We'll need all the help we can get... Welcome aboard and it's getting near dawn."
"We only care about the vampires scenes, and that's all was ask for." taking another long drag, and getting up the young lady and the others start on their way. "Remember, Alcard is at your disposal."
"Thanks." Darius said dryly as placed the cards next to the laptop on a table. He then looked to Alcard. You report to me, for now you are free to roam but do not become involved with anything. Do not kill, do nothing but watch until you are briefed on the cults around here- you're as much as a loose cannon as they are. Get some sleep Alcard, and be back at the station at 08:00 hours."
Alcard nods as he passes through a nearby wall.
"Showoff." Darius muttered and turned. "Nice meeting you. Maybe we'll be able to get this situation under control. Bye." and Darius walked out into the night to sleep off the headache he had built up.
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| Posted On: 10/16/2005 At: 02:51:30 AM | | | Reply Link |
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I leapt off of the back of Alano's bike before it was fully stopped, my gun in hand as I ran to Kai. "Are you hurt?" I didn't give him time to answer, waving to Lana to tend to Kai and Alano to cover me as I walked into the alley, looking around with my gun drawn. I held a hand out to stop Alano as I stopped and studied the signs of the scuffle, finally looking up at the buildings around me and nodding.
"Are you quite through with the needless heroics?" I asked, my voice hard as I walked out to Kai. My team was too valuable to me to throw away on some gung-ho chasing of lycanthropes. That's what the uniforms were for. The gun slammed back into its holster with unnecessary force and I reached up, touching his cheek and then the arm that Lana had already forced him to put into a makeshift sling until someone could look at it. "Get back and start processing the scene. I'll be back as soon as I can." A car pulled up to the curb...a colorful ferrari that most cops knew from busting street racers...followed by an unremarkable black four-door car. All six doors opened and out stepped the a group of people.
"This enough backup?" The driver of the ferrari slid sunglasses up into his spiked brown hair to reveal bright blue eyes, his body slender and muscular...the pupils in the shape of a cat's. I met his eyes and arched an eyebrow.
"You're late, Levi." I said. "Valerie, do you mind taking a look at Kai here's arm and then driving him back to the crime scene?" The short, black-haired doctor nodded and moved over to Kaikato. I turned to look at the five muscled men standing beside Lana and Alano. I paused, reaching down and drawing my gun. "Carlos, stay with Kai. When you get to the scene, stick around to make sure this bonehead doesn't get into any more trouble until I get back."
"What are you going to do, Sam?" The short and sturdy, middle-aged man asked.
"I'm going to go hunting." I said, staring into the alley. "Levi?" He nodded and motioned, walking into the alley with the other weretigers. I saluted Kai with my gun and followed.
We walked down the alleyway and, five yards in, the two men in front of the group began to turn hazy, a slight blurr at the edge of their features. Without warning, in a burst of clear fluid, two wolf-sized foxes shook off their fur and paused, looking up as two of the Weretigers- Alano and the third man that Levi had brought with him- attatched collars and leashes to them. Levi and Lana drew guns and nodded, and the foxes began trailing the scent.
I don't know what they'd been told, but Lana and Levi seemed to be acting like bodyguards, keeping their bodies between me and whatever may ambush us. It annoyed me a little, but what had happened that morning was still too fresh on my mind- the thought of my dying and leaving Jack was just too much- for me to protest.
We were walking into our third alley when it happened. Something at the corner of my mind flinched and I reacted with it, shoving Levi and Lana aside and jumping away just in time for the now rather abused-looking werewolf that pounced into the spot where we were standing moments before. Silver handcuffs flashed and were on him in mere moments, burning him until he began yelping and I took pity on him, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs out of the same pouch. These, though, had a thin layer of silk coating the insides, so that they wouldn't harm him. I clapped them on him and took the others off, putting them up.
"Let's see. Resisting arrest. Assault and Battery. I wonder what else I can catch you on." I snarled at him as I yanked the cuffs upwards, making him cry out in pain. "Drugs, maybe? You stink of the stuff." I snatched up my radio. "This is Sergeant Davis. I need a patrol unit down to..." I glanced around and rattled off an aproximate address. "...immediately."
"That's affirmative." The dispatcher said. Shortly afterwards, the car pulled up and stopped. I recognized the driver and nodded to him, shoving the lycan into the back of the car. "Good thing your car's one of the new models. They reinforce them with silver." I winked. "Cart him in and shove him in a jail cell that he can't get out of. I'll be in to question him later."
That done, I turned and nodded to Alano and Lana. While we were waiting, the lycans had gone back to the car and the bikes and brought them around. The foxes were loaded into the back of the car and it took off, while Alano and Lana were left with me. Sliding onto the back of Alano's bike, I slid one arm absently around his waist as he drove for the crime scene.
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| Posted On: 10/16/2005 At: 04:04:54 AM | | | Reply Link |
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OOC: Hey, I'm back and I'm working on Alanna as we speak x.x I'll be posting soon, I swear, I just need some sleep. Do you remember me Edge? Doubt it <.< Anyways, I'll try and work my character in without killing, maiming or otherwise causing bodily harm to anyone else. <3 you Kayla, thanks for the invite hun.
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~Kai~
When Valerie began examining my arm I pulled it free from her and took the sling off, pressing it to her chest. "The uniforms are for chasing bad guys, I know, but those guys I had down there are worthless for such an assignment. They'd have been torn to shreds." I began walking the way I'd come from to get back to the crime scene. "And my arm is perfectly alright. Lycans and Vamps heal twice as fast as humans, I have both." My surrogate father's attitude had rubbed off on me, this much was for sure. My arm stung slightly, but it would be better by the time I got back to the bodies. My anger was subsiding slowly but the curiosity of what exactly that man was up to was still getting to me. It made no sense to me at all. 'Why was he examining the bodies? Was it that he was hungry? No, if that was the case I doubt he'd have fled. I have a feeling this is gonna be a pain in my ass.'
When I strolled back up to the crime scene I jerked a camera out of the bag that was still sitting beside the bodies. The uniforms were sitting around doing nothing since the crowd had subsided since my departure. I began furiously snapping photos and handing them to the officers, telling them what to label on them. "Tooth one's location. Second tooth's location. Estimated point of fang entry on the male corpse." I snapped another picture and looked at it. "Sir, is there a problem." I looked at the picture closely. "Tell me, what does that look like to you?" One of the officers studied it for a moment and spoke, "Jesus?" "No, retard, there are claw marks on the bone. Which I'm guessing is the point of entry for the female." He paused for a moment. "You didn't see that before?" "Nope, I suppose the sun dried just enough blood from it." I pulled the book from my bag yet again. "Ok, see this? These are femal lycan claw marks." I put the picture next to the one we were studying. "And notice how much farther apart the claw marks are on this body." A rookie officer behind us began throwing up at the site of the corpses. I turned and smirked. "Lemme guess, you just got here?"
"Sir, you're saying that we either have a male or a very large female?" "Exactly." "That's bad?" "Duh. Mark it as estimated point of entry on female corpse." I scratched my head and put the camera back in my bag. "Well, I suppose shrink wrap em' and send them on to the mourge. The mortitian should probably be able to figure out where they were struck first." "Yes, Sir." he said and began issuing orders to the other uniforms. I took a walk to the water's edge and lit a cig. Staring out over the vast wasteland that was the Pacific. 'What the Hell is going on?' I took a seat on the white sands and placed my arms on my knees, still trying to sort everything out in my head.
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