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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:18 am
This is the section in which the Vampires will post and gather forces. It shall be the Head Quarters for the Death Dealers. Tell us about yourself. Let us know that you are really one of us.
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This is the Death Dealer mansion. An ancient vampire mansion filled with the history of the vampire race. The main hall is the gathering place, often used for meetings, and is heated by a great fireplace.
The cellar has been converted into a giant training room. It contains a firing range, a dojo filled with hand to hand training equipment and an armoury filled with the latest in high tech weaponry that has been seized from the military base.
The master bedroom has been converted into a laboratory in which our scientists developed the silver nitrate bullets used in the siege on the Lycan den.
Everything else about this great mansion is as it should be, except for the modern upgrades throughout time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 3:41 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 7:30 pm
*Michael arives at the headquarters un-noticed. He clims up the vines on the wall and enters in threw the 2nd story window. He gets inside the room and walks down the hall near the dorms. He hears someone coming so he hides as a Vampire passes him by, he has made it so no one can smell him. As the man passes he walks up to a door and slips a peace of paper under it requesting some supplys then leaves the HQ and rushes off into the forest without a trace of him left behind*
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 12:45 am
Marcus had long ago become accustomed to dissention amongst the vampire ranks. He knew there were many who had tired of the war over the long ages, and many that had not approved of the war at all. During his reign's he had ruled with fear, weeding out those that were not committed to the war, and seeing to their demise.
It had come as no surprise then, when he had by chanced discovered a note. Its contents pertained to a need for supplies, to be delivered to an unidentified person. A familiar scent had lingered within the paper.
"Selene" he growled, his voice echoing about him, as he sat upon his throne. Although the handwriting had not been hers, there was not mistaking her scent. He could only assume that the handwriting belonged to Michael. So you have stayed in the city he thought, foolish. Marcus turned he steely blue gaze to the vampire chained before him. The male vampires head was lowered, his gaze averted from Marcus. He had been a close friend of Selene's, a fellow death dealer.
"Look at me Gabriel" Marcus demanded, standing in one fluid motion, stepping down to stand before the disgraced death dealer. Gabriel slowly lifted his head, his dull grey eyes moving to meet Marcus's. Blood flowed freely down his face, which was bloodied almost beyond recognition. Marcus smirked sadistically at the obvious pain the vampire was experiencing. He had found it necessary to torture the truth from Gabriel, and he had been surprised just how long he had held out.
"You have assisted the traitor and her lover" he hissed, anger overtaking his features. He stalked around the chained death dealer, anger coming off him in waves. "Her name is Selene" Gabriel replied, resigned to the fate that was about to meet him. Marcus laughed a harsh sound. "It doesn't matter" he hissed, walking to stand before Gabriel. In one swift motion he drew his blade, severing Gabriel's head.
"Clean it up" he hissed at the nearest vampire, picking up the head as he went, "I have a meeting to attend to"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 2:23 am
Erika watched with a silent satisfaction as Gabriel's head hit the floor. She stood silently by as a group of the lowly vampires set about cleaning up the mess. She smirked, as she pivoted and hurried after her lord. Ever since she had awoken him, informed him of Selene's betrayal she had become a much more important member of the coven. Marcus's trusted her, so much so that he had trained her himself, and although she didn't possess his new found strength she had become a notable fighter. She was however glad that she did not have to wear the standard death dealer uniform.
Her boots clacked against the tiled floor as she hurried to catch up with Marcus. "My lord" she piped up tentively, lowering her cornflower blue eyes, "may I come with you?". Although it had been a year her hatred of Selene still ran strong, her anger that Kraven had so desired Selene over her. Even thinking about it caused her blood to boil. Anger crossed her eyes as she raised them slightly. "My desire for revenge is strong my lord" she continued, "please allow me to prove it to you"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:20 pm
Marcus paused, turning to face the blonde vampiress. He smiled at her, a cold smile, flashing his fangs. Moving toward her, he placed his hand below her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. The anger he saw there made his smile broader. Moving behind her, he trailed his hands along her collarbone. "You do not need to prove yourself" he hissed, his breath warm against her skin, "I know your skills". Moving from her, he moved to face her once more. "Go and get your weapons, and meet me outside the mansion" he said curtly, his words cold. With that he turned, returning to his chambers.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:58 pm
A tremble ran through her body, a sigh passing her lips as Marcus disappeared in the direction of his chambers. Pivoting, she stalked toward her own chambers. Walking to her dresser, she dug an antique key from the draw, before walking to a small cabinet. Unlocking it, she smiled at the small arsenal inside. A long sword with ornate engravings was secured against the cabinet back, similar to the weapons used by all the elders. A single pistol hung beside it, midnight black against the mahogany brown of the cabinet.
Strapping both of her weapons in place, she relocked the cabinet and headed toward the entrance of the mansion. Her boots played a steady rhythm as she walked, matching the steady beating of her heart. Her mind was set on the task before her. She would have the revenge that she desired, she would prove to Selene that she was not lowly servant, that she could hold it with the best of them.
The crisp night air caressed her skin as she opened the mansion doors. Closing them softly behind her, she moved to rest against the stone walls, waiting for Marcus.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 6:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 8:32 pm
The black van rolled silently back into the manor grounds. Erika had driven and the drive had been pure agony. Her shoulder throb where Selene's bullet had hit and she was certain there was a plume of bruises forming around her neck.
They had driven back in silence, each contemplating the events that had occurred. It had now been proven that both Marus and Michael were evenly matched, although Michael had lacked the same basic training as Marcus. They will be formidalbe foes Erika silently mused as she pulled the van to a stop. Unbuckling her belt she turned to face Marcus, wincing at the sharp pain in her shoulder. "Is there anything you need my lord?" she asked, her voice a low whisper, "before I head to the medic?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 9:45 pm
Marcus gave a shook his head curtly. "I'm not the injured one" he replied, his voice cold, "go and tend to your wounds". With that he slipped from the van, taking the steps in several quick strides. The stillness of the manor enveloped him as he slipped inside, giving warning glares to those that apporached him. Closing the door to his chambers he leaned slightly upon the closed door. He had underestimated Michael, he did not expect him to be this strong or this well trained. Selene had done well. He has only one weakness, Marcus thought sadistcially, Selene...
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 10:09 pm
With a small sigh, Erika stepped from the van, wincing as she caught her shoulder. Cradling her arm she moved into the manor, walking with determination toward the medic's office.
"What happened to you?" Theodore asked as she walked into the sterlie white room. Therdore had only recently become a vampire, a decision which he did not seem to regret. Erika found him rather attractive, with his intense green eyes and crimson red locks.
Erika shook her head slight. "We had little encounter with the traitor and her lover" Erika stated coldly, sitting down on the small chair that Theodore had motioned too.
She winced as he set upon cleaning the wound, and fought back a scream as he dug the bullet from the tender flesh of her back. Breathing through the pain she was relieved when Theodore gently bandaged the wound.
"That should do it" he said, a small concerned smile creasing his lips. Erika gave him a small nod as she stood and walked to the door. "Thanks" she called over her shoulder as she made her way toward Marcus's chamber. Standing before his heavy door, she raised a trembling hand and knocked upon it softly. "My Lord...?" she called tentively through the door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 10:24 pm
"Erika" he mumbled, a slight warmth entering in his tone. "Enter" he called, turning his eyes to the door. He sat upon on of the small lounge chairs in his chamber, his head rasting in his hands, his mind occupied with the traitor and the hybrid.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 10:44 pm
Slowly she pushed open the heavy door, fighting the urge to wince as pain coursed through her arm. Silently she moved to sit opposite him. Ever since awakening him, she had been granted certain privilages and one of them was that she, unlike the rest of her kin, was far more free to act as she pleased around her lord without fearing the consequences.
She sat there in silence, her cornflower blue eyes watching Marcus intently, waiting for him to reveal what it was that she occupied his thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 11:01 pm
Marcus rose his sapphire eyes to Erika's neck, a small trail of bruises darkening her pale skin. Gently he reached out following the trail of bruises with his fingers. "I will make him pay for this child" he said with a small growl, turning his eyes to meet Erika's.
Balling his hands into fists he slammed them into the arm of his chair, the wood splintering from the impact. "He is far stronger then I had anticipated" he said, anger seeping into his tone. "Selene trained him well" he continued, "but she is also his weakness, he will let no harm come to her and would gladly trade his life for hers". Rising in a single, swift motion he began to pace the floor before Erika. "She is the key to his downfall, it is her that we must focus on, not him" he mumbled to himself as he paced.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 11:15 pm
Erika jumped, startled by her lord's outbusrt. She agreed with everything, she had seen how Michael had reacted when Marcus has threatened Selene's life. She was the key to his un-doing. "What do you purpose we do my lord?" she asked, turning her eyes to following his pacing. "Any kind of direct attack would be a suicide mission" she stated, her mind thinking about what they might be able to do. "You would have to draw on of them out, far away from the other, somewhere were we may be able to ambush them" she stated, drumming her fingers against the chair arms.
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