Post by Beebs on Oct 11, 2007 12:29:25 GMT -6
This was an RP on a forum I used to go to and it was pretty fun, so I thought I'd share the story, perhaps adding onto it if there's interest. Anyway, yeah...oh and this RP got kind of graphic, so be prepared when you read it.
Thousands of years ago, the god called Omega created the vampire race. They had super-human powers of speed, teleportation, and another sub-human quality: the need for blood. They terrorized human civilization, causing mayhem and destruction, killing countless people in their lust for human blood. Eventually, they became a smaller force, their numbers lessening in comparison as the world grew larger. Some people even go so far as to doubt their existence.
An organized group has realized the threat as the world’s vampires have made a sudden reappearance. They are known as the Society of Slayers, and they protect civilization from the blood-thirsty vampires. They have dedicated their lives to wiping them to extinction. This story begins in present-day New York.
Chapter 1: The Club Scene
Passion sat in the corner of the dark, human club drinking her mixed drink. She shot suggestive looks at human men who passed by. Most of them took a second glance at her unusual beauty, but she wasn't thirsty tonight. She'd already fed, and, quite honestly, she didn't feel like putting up with another fighter. She'd already gotten a bruise from her last meal on her otherwise flawless breast. She sighed, scanning the club and hoping to see another vampire in the crowd.
Gemini danced down the filthy New York streets, balancing on the curb and singing the words to a rock and roll song he'd heard on the radio earlier that day. At one point he realized that he didn't remember the words to the song, so he continued with it by humming. After walking a couple blocks down, he heard a faint but catchy bass beat. Walking a little farther to hear better, he smiled, recognizing the familiar harmony of sounds of his favorite music. "Techno dance music, eh? Let's go clubbin'!" he yelled out, alarming a couple of mortals who quickly looked away and sped up their walking. Dancing down the sidewalk, Gemini entered the dark club, the flashing lights hurting his sensitive eyes only for a moment. Scanning through the dancing mortals for possible prey, Gemini decided to sit at a table and order a drink or two, tapping his foot along to the music.
Passion looked over and watched him sit down at the table. She noted how he'd flinched for a moment as his sensitive eyes adjusted to the light and figured he was a vampire as well. She knew most vamps in NYC, but this one she hadn't seen before. She looked him up and down. He was very attractive, though Passion decided that he would be more so if his hair were darker, but that was just her. She preferred the dark, mysterious type. He was the only other vampire in the club that night, so Passion downed her drink and walked over to his table. She wordlessly sat down across from him and ordered a drink as the waitress walked by.
Gemini looked hungrily at the tall girl sitting down at his table and smiled, showing a hint of his fangs, "Why hello there, beautifu-- Wait a minute! You're a..." Looking closer at the girl, he noticed that she did in fact have that inhuman glow and beautiful features that vampires tended to have. Although he could tell that, even as a human, she was certainly very far from ugly. Gemini laughed and slapped the table, "Well I'll be damned! I haven't seen another vampire in ages!" Then, shaking his head quickly, he continued, extending a hand, "Where are my manners? My name is Gemini. And you are...?"
Passion smiled at Gemini. "Passion," she said, a hint of seduction in her voice. She took his hand in hers and kissed it, holding eye contact. "I take it you're new in town?" she asked.
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Virgil stepped off of the subway car, wiping off the blood that was still on his cheek. He slickly walked out and up the stairs, to the streets. What he left behind was a trail of death and chaos on that train, it was a late hour, so there was only 10 or 11. But that was just simply refreshing for him. He was walking along and he heard loud, and somewhat annoying music. A club. He knew that in clubs, you could acquire easy meals, but he didn't want to wait in line. He looked to the front of the line and saw a few human girls. He quickly got up to them before they could get in.
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother, but, might I be able to go in with you, my friend is inside, and I'm kinda worried. You never know what kind of things lurk in there." He said in a more seductive tone, they gave him a look over and gave him the OK. As he entered the club behind them, he couldn't spot any other Vampires in there. He then thought, "Well, more for me." He decided to leave those women for a moment, but not before giving them each a kiss on the hand, as to charm them even further. He then walked to the bar, and ordered his drink, he then looked over and spotted two more Vamps. He gave them a smile, showing his fangs to let them know he knew what they were, and what he was, and then returned to the girls.
Passion saw Virgil enter the club. She knew him well, as they'd gone on several hunts together. He DID have a way with the ladies. She saw the several young girls clinging to him, completely unaware of their fates. She waved at him slightly and turned back to the vampire in front of her. She placed Gemini's hand back on the table where it had been. She walked slowly over to him and leaned down to speak into his ear in a low voice. "If you need help finding your way around, you know where to find me." She slipped a piece of paper into a pocket on his jacket and walked out without turning back to look at him.
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Brode's shoes clanked on the metal floor of the bridge above the dance floor. He spotted a group of people conversing at the bar in the right side of the club. He noted their skin tone and behavior towards one another and realized they were vampires. They always seemed to act the same way. Tended to be over hospitable to their own kind and seemed to make sensual contact between almost every sentence. Brode thought about the lives they would ruthlessly destroy for their own pleasure and game. It made him sick. If he had followed SoS protocol, he would call in back-up, since most slayers couldn't handle a group this size. Though for Brode, this would be cake. He planned to stalk them until they exited with their feed into the back alley.
He grinned, then noticed a face; it was her. Her beauty was not comparable to any other female in existence. Brode had always admired her; for her beauty and combat skills. The only vampired he couldn't kill...Passion. Brode noticed the necklace around her neck. She had stolen it off a dying woman in Chicago, where Brode had first seen her. He felt this was her symbol of power, because she wore this necklace when she made her escape from Brode's grasp. He was determined to dust her and return the jewelry to the family of the deceased. "But why stop at her?", he thought to himself, "Don't want to make her "friends" feel left out."[/i]
Heath walked up behind Brode. He'd been observing the two vampires conversing since they'd walked in the building, and he'd just noticed the man who was watching them as well. He noticed the Society of Slayers tattoo the man bore on his arm and smiled. It was nice to see more members on the hunt. "I hope you weren't planning on calling backup," Heath said. "I sure as hell wasn't. For those two? A female and a weak-looking male? I could take the two with a hand behind my back." He smirked.
Passion felt eyes on her back. She turned to see two humans staring down at her. From the way they held their bulky bodies, she could only assume that they were Slayers. "Shit..." she muttered. She hurried out of the building, hoping she'd run into some vampires outside who would help her. The two Slayers in the club were particularly large, and the one she had seen before many times, Brode. That guy had it in for her, and she didn't want to be caught alone anywhere near him, especially with the other guy who was in there.
Brode sighed, "Your cockiness will surely be the death of you. Never underestimate those who walk the night...that's one of the first rules of being a slayer. You should already know that..." He was in such deep conversation with Heath, he didn't even see Passion leave the club.
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Virgil had gotten into the V.I.P room at the club, and took the girls back there, while he further seduced them. He closed the door behind him, and made sure to lock it. He started to kiss one of the girls hands, and slowly moved his kisses up her arm till he was at her neck. He wanted this one first, he liked her the best. He softly nibbled on her neck, and heard her giggle, unaware of what was about to happen to her. He continued to nibble and listen to her moans. He then could no longer contain his hunger. He looked at her, gave her one last kiss, then as if he was a beast, he shower her his fangs, and his pupils got really small. He lashed downward to her neck, he began the blood bath. All of the girls in there with him began to scream bloody murder, but no one could here them over the loud music in the club. And as he finished with the first one, he threw her lifeless body across the room, and pounced on the next one, and then began to ravage that one as well. This went on for a good hour. After he was done, he got up, and put his clothing back on, and cleaned himself back up. He walked out of the V.I.P room, closing the door behind him and again, locking it. He then walked back to the bar and ordered another drink.
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A few minutes later, Brode saw the empty seat, which had been previously filled by the vampire that struck both fear and desire in his heart. How he wanted to be bitten...he didn't know why, but it was his inner most desire to become like them; the ones he hunted. "Shit!" Brode grunted. He dashed from the bridge and down the stairs, knocking over people with ridiculous looking glow sticks and neon rings.
Virgil left the club drink in hand. He noticed one of the slayers, Brode. He had been on a few hunts with Passion that had been ruined by him. Virgil saw Passion walk into an alleyway and quickly teleported in front of her. "I already spotted them, I feel the need for a little revenge on Brode, how about you?" He said to her, after having such a meal that night, he was itching for a fight.
Passion grinned. "Oh... Fine, if you insist."
Heath was now outside of the club. He saw two of them conversing in an alley. One was a female, and fighting her would be laughable, if that. The other wore clothes that were dress-casual, and Heath doubted that he was a fighter. Obviously, Heath was not very good at judging them. Heath pulled out his gun and aimed it at Virgil's head. "Freeze, bloodsucker."
Brode finally made it to the exit, pulling out his collapsible cross-bow, searching for Passion, but she was nowhere to be found. "Damn...", Soon he realized he shouldn't be worrying about Passion, but the other vampires that surrounded him...
So...any fans? xDD
Thousands of years ago, the god called Omega created the vampire race. They had super-human powers of speed, teleportation, and another sub-human quality: the need for blood. They terrorized human civilization, causing mayhem and destruction, killing countless people in their lust for human blood. Eventually, they became a smaller force, their numbers lessening in comparison as the world grew larger. Some people even go so far as to doubt their existence.
An organized group has realized the threat as the world’s vampires have made a sudden reappearance. They are known as the Society of Slayers, and they protect civilization from the blood-thirsty vampires. They have dedicated their lives to wiping them to extinction. This story begins in present-day New York.
Chapter 1: The Club Scene
Passion sat in the corner of the dark, human club drinking her mixed drink. She shot suggestive looks at human men who passed by. Most of them took a second glance at her unusual beauty, but she wasn't thirsty tonight. She'd already fed, and, quite honestly, she didn't feel like putting up with another fighter. She'd already gotten a bruise from her last meal on her otherwise flawless breast. She sighed, scanning the club and hoping to see another vampire in the crowd.
Gemini danced down the filthy New York streets, balancing on the curb and singing the words to a rock and roll song he'd heard on the radio earlier that day. At one point he realized that he didn't remember the words to the song, so he continued with it by humming. After walking a couple blocks down, he heard a faint but catchy bass beat. Walking a little farther to hear better, he smiled, recognizing the familiar harmony of sounds of his favorite music. "Techno dance music, eh? Let's go clubbin'!" he yelled out, alarming a couple of mortals who quickly looked away and sped up their walking. Dancing down the sidewalk, Gemini entered the dark club, the flashing lights hurting his sensitive eyes only for a moment. Scanning through the dancing mortals for possible prey, Gemini decided to sit at a table and order a drink or two, tapping his foot along to the music.
Passion looked over and watched him sit down at the table. She noted how he'd flinched for a moment as his sensitive eyes adjusted to the light and figured he was a vampire as well. She knew most vamps in NYC, but this one she hadn't seen before. She looked him up and down. He was very attractive, though Passion decided that he would be more so if his hair were darker, but that was just her. She preferred the dark, mysterious type. He was the only other vampire in the club that night, so Passion downed her drink and walked over to his table. She wordlessly sat down across from him and ordered a drink as the waitress walked by.
Gemini looked hungrily at the tall girl sitting down at his table and smiled, showing a hint of his fangs, "Why hello there, beautifu-- Wait a minute! You're a..." Looking closer at the girl, he noticed that she did in fact have that inhuman glow and beautiful features that vampires tended to have. Although he could tell that, even as a human, she was certainly very far from ugly. Gemini laughed and slapped the table, "Well I'll be damned! I haven't seen another vampire in ages!" Then, shaking his head quickly, he continued, extending a hand, "Where are my manners? My name is Gemini. And you are...?"
Passion smiled at Gemini. "Passion," she said, a hint of seduction in her voice. She took his hand in hers and kissed it, holding eye contact. "I take it you're new in town?" she asked.
-----
Virgil stepped off of the subway car, wiping off the blood that was still on his cheek. He slickly walked out and up the stairs, to the streets. What he left behind was a trail of death and chaos on that train, it was a late hour, so there was only 10 or 11. But that was just simply refreshing for him. He was walking along and he heard loud, and somewhat annoying music. A club. He knew that in clubs, you could acquire easy meals, but he didn't want to wait in line. He looked to the front of the line and saw a few human girls. He quickly got up to them before they could get in.
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother, but, might I be able to go in with you, my friend is inside, and I'm kinda worried. You never know what kind of things lurk in there." He said in a more seductive tone, they gave him a look over and gave him the OK. As he entered the club behind them, he couldn't spot any other Vampires in there. He then thought, "Well, more for me." He decided to leave those women for a moment, but not before giving them each a kiss on the hand, as to charm them even further. He then walked to the bar, and ordered his drink, he then looked over and spotted two more Vamps. He gave them a smile, showing his fangs to let them know he knew what they were, and what he was, and then returned to the girls.
Passion saw Virgil enter the club. She knew him well, as they'd gone on several hunts together. He DID have a way with the ladies. She saw the several young girls clinging to him, completely unaware of their fates. She waved at him slightly and turned back to the vampire in front of her. She placed Gemini's hand back on the table where it had been. She walked slowly over to him and leaned down to speak into his ear in a low voice. "If you need help finding your way around, you know where to find me." She slipped a piece of paper into a pocket on his jacket and walked out without turning back to look at him.
-----
Brode's shoes clanked on the metal floor of the bridge above the dance floor. He spotted a group of people conversing at the bar in the right side of the club. He noted their skin tone and behavior towards one another and realized they were vampires. They always seemed to act the same way. Tended to be over hospitable to their own kind and seemed to make sensual contact between almost every sentence. Brode thought about the lives they would ruthlessly destroy for their own pleasure and game. It made him sick. If he had followed SoS protocol, he would call in back-up, since most slayers couldn't handle a group this size. Though for Brode, this would be cake. He planned to stalk them until they exited with their feed into the back alley.
He grinned, then noticed a face; it was her. Her beauty was not comparable to any other female in existence. Brode had always admired her; for her beauty and combat skills. The only vampired he couldn't kill...Passion. Brode noticed the necklace around her neck. She had stolen it off a dying woman in Chicago, where Brode had first seen her. He felt this was her symbol of power, because she wore this necklace when she made her escape from Brode's grasp. He was determined to dust her and return the jewelry to the family of the deceased. "But why stop at her?", he thought to himself, "Don't want to make her "friends" feel left out."[/i]
Heath walked up behind Brode. He'd been observing the two vampires conversing since they'd walked in the building, and he'd just noticed the man who was watching them as well. He noticed the Society of Slayers tattoo the man bore on his arm and smiled. It was nice to see more members on the hunt. "I hope you weren't planning on calling backup," Heath said. "I sure as hell wasn't. For those two? A female and a weak-looking male? I could take the two with a hand behind my back." He smirked.
Passion felt eyes on her back. She turned to see two humans staring down at her. From the way they held their bulky bodies, she could only assume that they were Slayers. "Shit..." she muttered. She hurried out of the building, hoping she'd run into some vampires outside who would help her. The two Slayers in the club were particularly large, and the one she had seen before many times, Brode. That guy had it in for her, and she didn't want to be caught alone anywhere near him, especially with the other guy who was in there.
Brode sighed, "Your cockiness will surely be the death of you. Never underestimate those who walk the night...that's one of the first rules of being a slayer. You should already know that..." He was in such deep conversation with Heath, he didn't even see Passion leave the club.
-----
Virgil had gotten into the V.I.P room at the club, and took the girls back there, while he further seduced them. He closed the door behind him, and made sure to lock it. He started to kiss one of the girls hands, and slowly moved his kisses up her arm till he was at her neck. He wanted this one first, he liked her the best. He softly nibbled on her neck, and heard her giggle, unaware of what was about to happen to her. He continued to nibble and listen to her moans. He then could no longer contain his hunger. He looked at her, gave her one last kiss, then as if he was a beast, he shower her his fangs, and his pupils got really small. He lashed downward to her neck, he began the blood bath. All of the girls in there with him began to scream bloody murder, but no one could here them over the loud music in the club. And as he finished with the first one, he threw her lifeless body across the room, and pounced on the next one, and then began to ravage that one as well. This went on for a good hour. After he was done, he got up, and put his clothing back on, and cleaned himself back up. He walked out of the V.I.P room, closing the door behind him and again, locking it. He then walked back to the bar and ordered another drink.
-----
A few minutes later, Brode saw the empty seat, which had been previously filled by the vampire that struck both fear and desire in his heart. How he wanted to be bitten...he didn't know why, but it was his inner most desire to become like them; the ones he hunted. "Shit!" Brode grunted. He dashed from the bridge and down the stairs, knocking over people with ridiculous looking glow sticks and neon rings.
Virgil left the club drink in hand. He noticed one of the slayers, Brode. He had been on a few hunts with Passion that had been ruined by him. Virgil saw Passion walk into an alleyway and quickly teleported in front of her. "I already spotted them, I feel the need for a little revenge on Brode, how about you?" He said to her, after having such a meal that night, he was itching for a fight.
Passion grinned. "Oh... Fine, if you insist."
Heath was now outside of the club. He saw two of them conversing in an alley. One was a female, and fighting her would be laughable, if that. The other wore clothes that were dress-casual, and Heath doubted that he was a fighter. Obviously, Heath was not very good at judging them. Heath pulled out his gun and aimed it at Virgil's head. "Freeze, bloodsucker."
Brode finally made it to the exit, pulling out his collapsible cross-bow, searching for Passion, but she was nowhere to be found. "Damn...", Soon he realized he shouldn't be worrying about Passion, but the other vampires that surrounded him...
So...any fans? xDD
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