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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 10:28 am
A series of tunnels and trains. Many things can happen at the subway tracks. Perhaps it can lead to the location of the Lycans den, or maybe its the location of countless murders which no one knows about.
This place is dark and damp. Many homeless people have made these tunnels their homes. Many dangers lay under the city and this is where many of them can happen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:29 pm
((Here is where the continuing plot for the main storyline shall resume. The stage is set, the characters are in place, and all that awaits is the action-packed role play from are talented members for our battle to take place.))
Everything was becoming clear. More people made haste in leaving the station, but those who were just exiting the train had little knowledge of what was about to transpire...
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 12:14 am
The sound of bone giving way beneath extreme force reached the highly sensitive ears of Raze; the sound soon followed the sight and enticing smell of human blood and flesh. With teeth bared in irritation, the burly lycan did his best to quell the urge to mortally wound his fellow lycan. Lucian will deal with him, Raze repeated over in his mind.
For the moment the humans seemed oblivious to the death that had just occurred within their midst, which left the lycan trio with a small window of opportunity before panic broke loose. In unison Trix and Raze increased their pace until they were only a short distance behind Michael's figure, flanking him from different directions. Both lycans seemed oblivious to the presence of two differing immortal threats - that of the vampires and the two new figures that had just vacated the train.
As if her thoughts had been a que, the lycans had appeared upon the stairs. They appeared to be preoccupied based upon the length of their strides and the determined expression's upon their faces. Selene judged the heavily built lycan to be the leader of the trio, perhaps even the new alpha to the few remaining lycans. Quickly locating Rigel, the vampiress nodded briefly to indicate that he should move into position once the lycans had passed his location. Marc too was finally given the sign he had been waiting for, the sign to move in.
Cold eyes regarded the scene upon the stairs. They are getting careless, Selene inwardly growled, concerned that their actions could risk the exposure of the entire Underworld. She felt for the human whose life had just been snuffed out, for the family that he could be leaving behind. Now is not the time to be getting sentimental, she scolded of herself before turning her attention back to the lycans.
It was then that the death dealer noticed, or rather felt, the weight of another's gave upon her. A celestial?, Selene thought to herself as she took in the ivory haired figure, before noticing the dark-haired female at his side. She didn't appear in the least bit celestial, although Selene couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about the pair. They would need to concern her later, as she had a more imperative task to focus upon.
"I've think we've been spotted." Dalibor commented as his gaze met briefly with Selene's, although the hybrid didn't sound overly concerned that their presence had been detected. His words seemed lost on his twin however, who was grinning with mad delight at the brain matter that now decorated the stairs.
Slapping her brother's upper arm lightly so as to catch his attention, Cyn subtly pointed out the individual responsible for the human's demise. "I like him, he's got attitude." she said matter-of-factly, in a similar manner to a scientist examining a strain of bacteria beneath a microscope.
"Lycan I'm guessing, he seems too uncouth to be a vampire or celestial" Dalibor replied as his russet eyes gave Shane the once over.
"Could be a demon" Cyn suggested, receiving a nod from Dalibor in return.
"Either way let's try to see that he isn't killed in the impending skirmish, he could prove helpful in the long term." It was Dalibor who spoke, his words alluding to the grand plan that Cyn and he had spent countless years developing.
Cyn smirked as her hands disappeared beneath her jacket to rest against the comforting weight of her concealed weapons. "Makes you glad we made a little stop off at an ammunitions store doesn't it," Cyn declared with a note of amusement. She was practically buzzing as she waited for the situation to escalate into violence.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:00 pm
Shane's smirk, revealing his white teeth, followed Raze's obvious irritation towards him. It was true, Lucian would most likely punish him for his renagade acts. But, should their mission prove successful, Lucian would cast his crimes with a lighter shade of disappointment than he usually gave Shane.
The reckless lycan kept pace, only a few steps behind, with Raze and Trix. Shane could not shake the feeling he had already once that night. Vampires were in the vacinity. He had already killed once on this outing, even if it was just a human, and he was ready to increase his head count. All thoughts aside, Shane waited for Raze to snatch up Michael. So close were Lucian's plans completion. Then Shane could once again feast on humans in the open.
Marc nodded his head to Selene, secrety greatful for the signal. He too strode further down the steps after the lycan trio that had caught attention rather rapidly. A human, too focused on leaving, slipped on the fallen human's blood. Marc was quick to catch him and send him on his way out of the subway. The less innocents sacrificed, the better.
Not daring to move into the open, Marc skirted the pylons and passed in front of Selene. Catching her eyes, he motioned to the human that the lycans were practically tied to. She must have known by now too: the lycans were after a human.
He went to the next pylon, and peered around the other side to further observe the lycans' movements. Silver pistols appeared just inside of Marc's cuffs, the barrels revealed ever so slightly in his palms. He almost wished that he was leading this detail, then he would have attacked the lycans by now. The anticipation had always brought him an uncomfortable sense of loathing that was meant to be released in battle.
The celesital blade inside the folds of his coat, was still new and Marc was not used to it feeling yet. His senses caught the fresh scent of celestial forms in the dank subway lobby. Not here too. Although Marc had successfully fended off two of their kind, he had no urge to press his luck by taking on two more. The air seemed to grow so tense that time seemed to slow.
((Okay X, I think it is time to start the battle. The set up is complete, the pieces are in place, and all that we need is for Raze to shout his famous line.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 3:59 am
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 10:08 am
Shane turned half-way as Raze stopped following the human. He knew that they would have to be successful if he was going to escape punishment. One eye on the human and the other on Raze, Shane could not see any threat to them until he saw Raze open fire upon what could doubtlessly be a vampire.
Pulling out his sabre, he motioned to Trix that he should grab Michael and run. Afterall, if the human was killed in crossfire then he would be of little use to Lucian. In Shane's other hand he held a pistol and ran behind a pillar to gain a better vantage point of the subway turned battlefield. From his place, he fired a few rounds at the exposed Vampire who manged to dodge those Raze shot at her.
Marc risked to peek from around the corned to see if it was him that caught the lycans' attention. Then he saw that it was Rigel that was the one beng shot at and knew that it was the time to act. Marc's pistols enter the grip of his steady hands as he aimed them around his pillar. Choosing a target, he aimed at the lycan who had shouted first. Even as he lined up the shot, the other two lycans were issuing strange activity. He saw that the long-haired lycan also strategically went behind a pillar. Divided, Marc shot a few rounds at the first lycan and went back behind his pillar to wait for return fire against him.
His thoughts lingered for a moment on the other two immortals that had yet to make their prensence obivious, and yet to chose a side in the battle that sent human scurrying away towards the exit as if they were on fire.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 4:29 am
"s**t" Selene cursed as rapid bursts of gunfire erupted in the subway. She had been hoping to avoid a public conflict with the lycans, having no qualms about slaughtering them away from human eyes, but it seemed that the lycans had other ideas. Closing pallid fingers around the handles of her pistols, Selene pulled them from her holsters and jostled her way through the crowd until she was able to conceal herself behind a concrete pillar. The vampiric warrior remained steadfast as the battle increased in intensity, Marc and Rigel returning fire upon the lycans. She imagined that Nathanial would soon be entering the fray, coming to the aid of his embattled kin. Moving slowly along the width of the pillar, Selene paused, waiting for the most opportune moment to throw her own weight into the battle. The moment was brief, and for those who were as well trained as she it was easy to miss. For a split second the gunfire ceased and pushing off the pillar Selene launched herself into the gap between her hiding space and the stilled form of the train.
Her twin pistols blazed into life, aiming for either of the two lycans that remained within the space. Raze seemed to take a moment to recover from the appearance of another vampire, allowing Selene to slip back into the cover of the pillars before he opened fire once more.
With the vampires currently occupied by his companion's gunfire, Trix turned his attention to their human target. Like most humans Michael had taken cover the moment the bullets began to fly, concealing himself within the metal confines of the train. It was in this direction that Trix moved with purposeful steps, anticipation etching across his features. Catching the unaware human by the scruff of his jacket Trix dragged him from the train with ease, grinning wickedly over the struggling mortal. The lycan's expression of delight soon faded however, replaced with a mixture of pain and anger. One of Selene's bullets had caught square in the elbow causing his hand to unwillingly release the human captive. Plumes of smoke began to rise from the wound, Trix's grunts and groans soon following as he dug the fiery chunk of metal from his flesh.
Michael cursed, struggling and bucking violently as he was seized from behind. All his efforts seemed in vain as the slightly built male dragged him along with ease. The gunfire continued to rage around him, Michael ducking and covering his head as best as he could manage. He had heard that there was occasionally gang related violence in Budapest, but this was ridiculous, and what was with this guy dragging him along? Michael's medical training told him that a man of Trix's size and weight shouldn't be able to pull him along with such ease.
The resistance continued and moments later Michael was surprised to find that he no longer felt the cold tiles of the platform moving beneath him. He scrambled back toward the train, turning back to face his would-be captor, hazel eyes widened at the sight of smoke rising from around the man's elbow. "What the ******** is going on," he mumbled, his focus remaining upon Trix.
The crushed metal continued to smoke as Trix finally pried it free, his body seeming to breath a sigh if relief at being rid of the toxic metal. Examining the bullet for a moment before discarding it savagely, the lycan turned his attention back to Michael. Ignoring the pain throbbing from his arm, he walked with determined steps back toward the train. He wasn't about the let Michael escape a second time.
The night was still around the vampire, the rain still falling heavily and the humans were still scurrying toward the station. Nathanial found himself craving a cigarette, but there would be time enough for that when they returned to the manor. For now his job was to watch for more lycans, although he had seen none since the three that had entered the subway. Keen eyes had been scanning the plaza idly when the commotion began below, terrified humans crying in panic as they hurried back up the subway steps and into the rain. Nathanial smirked as he clutched his pistols and hurried toward the station.
Cyn squealed, bouncing upon the balls of her feet as the lycans upon fire the vampires. This was what she had been waiting for, and a part of her had been tempted to fire off a shot of two just to get things happening quicker.
"I call lycans," the younger of the twins proclaimed, Cyn loading her pistols at the same time.
Beside her, Dalibor made raised his eyebrow and shook his head. "You know just as well as I how these things work," he replied calmly, smirking as Cyn pouted.
"Fine," Cyn drawled turning to face her brother and raising her right arm, which was held in a loose fist. Dalibor did the same. "Scissors, paper, rock," the twins both chimed in unison, before Dali's hand formed into a rock and Cyn's into paper.
"Ha!" Cyn exclaimed, poking her brother repeatedly in the arm "I win, I win." Clearly Cyn was quite the gracious winner. "I call lycans," she repeated, and this time Dalibor didn't contend her.
Casting a glance over the scene it didn't take Cyn long to spot two of the lycans, the two that lack attitude. The large black lycan seemed occupied for the moment, but it didn't matter to Cyn as she intended to leave him until last anyway, after all he would prove more challenging to take down then his light weight companion.
With Trix now her target, she headed toward him as if she were oblivious to the battle raging around her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you only get to take trophies after you win?" she said sweetly, smiling at the lycan as he turned around. Trix regarded her with confusion, to which Cyn smirked.
"Guess not," she said a moment later, raising a pistol and firing a bullet into Trix's kneecap. The lycan howled in pain, his injured limb crumbling beneath him and sending him to his knees.
Cyn tiled her head back, placing her left hand over her heart. "You really didn't have to bow to me," she said regally, taking a step backwards as the lycan took a swipe at her.
Watching his sister, Dalibor couldn't help but smile. It made him happy to see her having fun and toying with others always seemed to give her the most pleasure. Watching the lycan writhe in pain for a few more moments, he turned his attention to the vampires. All three of them were in hiding, and he had been about to head in search of them when another figure appeared upon the stairs. Another vampire, the hybrid was quick to discern, the corner of his lips curving into a cruel smile.
"Four against three is hardly fair odds," he commented audibly, although the vampire upon the stairs wouldn't hear him from here. Raising his pistol he sighted Nathanial down the barrel, waiting until the bullets path was clear of humans and fired. The first shot followed quickly by another. He held no doubt that the bullets would find their mark; his thoughts confirmed when Nathanial crashed backwards onto the stairs. Twin trails of blood seeped from Nathanial's wrist, on his trigger arm, and from his upper leg, leaving the vampire incapacitated for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:44 am
Shane heard the connection of metal an bone as Trix was hit by one of their vampire enemies. More gun fire rang out and he saw that a new figure was now in front of Trix and taking a few shots at him. Well this would definitely hinder up our plans this evening, he thought. Shane saw how easily the other immortal wounded Trix and wondered if he should even bother to help him or just wait and see what other means she would screw with him.
Marc heard the voices of the two immortals he was catious of earlier. Now that they were on the move, one attacking a vampire and on attacking a lycan, he wondered who sent them. They were, however, speaking too plainly for two people, immortal or not, entering in on an already heated battle.
Shane, skirting the battle and the train, was able to enter the train from behind and spot where the human was nearly pressed up against. Peering through a window he spotted Michael, who was still looking upon Trix, and realized he had to get him out of there before the two intruders managed to cause anymore trouble for Shane personally. He holstered his pistol, but kept his sabre out in case the other immortals decided to offer a rebuttal to any of his next actions. Thrusting his arm through the broken window, Shane snatched Michael by his collar and pulled him through the window with ease. Forcing the human to land on his feet, inside the subway train, Shane turned him around to face him. "The easier you make it for me to get you out of here, the less pain you'll have to endure."
Marc made the decision to eliminate the easier targets, the lycans, before engaging the two more fearless opponents. That thought was halted as the bald lycan was the only one still standing in sight. Turning around the other side of his pillar, Marc headed toward the enterance to see if he could reach Selene before one of the immortals turned on her. Taking a few shots around the pillar he rushed behind the pillar where Selene was leaning against.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:41 am
The constant roar of Raze's gunfire continued, the fiery metallic bullets embedding themselves within the pillars the vampires were using as cover. He had remained motionless as the vampire b***h's bullets had flown passed him, often missing him by mere inches. The male vampires fired had proven more challenging to miss, with several rounds grazing deep wounds in the lycans arms and torso. The gashes stung and smoked lightly at the edges, but they weren't enough to cause the burly lycan to cease his barrage of fire.
Raze stepped forward, readying himself to take the fight to the vampire adversaries when the sound of gunfire issues from behind him, followed by the anguished cries of Trix. Turning swiftly upon his heels Raze growled lowly at the female that was standing over his fallen pack member. He hadn't noticed her earlier, or the male who had opened fire upon the stairwell, although his instant dislike for the female was apparent as his snarled once more and turned his fire upon her. He would either kill her or get her away from Trix; personally he was hoping for the former of the two options.
Return fire. Shelter behind the pillar, wait for a break. Return fire.
This was the pattern Selene seemed to be stuck in. With lycans on one side and a new threat, in the form of the unknown male, on the other there was little choice but to repeat the pattern again and again. It had meant to be a routine mission. Observe, follow and report back. nothing more. But now they were boxed in by lycans, one of her comrades had been shot by an unknown assailant and a human (a rather attractive human) was being stalked by their lycan quarry.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught the flicker of movement, raising her pistols to meet the threat but lowering them as Marc pressed himself against the pillar beside her. "What the ******** is going on?" Selene's English accented voice thick with exasperation as she spoke, her words evident of her growing irritation at the situation in which they found themselves.
Rigel has fallen into a similar pattern as Selene, firing when an opportunity presented itself and spending the rest of the time hunched behind the cement column. Keen hazel eyes watched the burly black lycan, using the time his back was turned to slip from the cover of on pylon to the next. His weapons remained at the ready should the lycans fire upon him.
A bare flicker of pain passed across Raze's expression as Marc fired upon him once more, a flaming bullet catching him in the shoulder. The toxic metal sent white hot pulses of pain through his muscular frame, but there wasn't time to remove it now. Turning in the direction from which the bullet had come, Raze opened fire at Marc's fleeting form; scowling as chips of plaster littered the air rather the vampiric blood. With the threat these two new players were proving to be, Raze was beginning to doubt that he would get to witness a vampire death this night; that was until his peripheral vision caught sight of Rigel skirting from pillar to pillar. The vampire appeared so caught up in his own movements that he had yet to realize Raze had turned around, and without even turning completely the lycan fired off several direct shots toward the vampire.
A first the bullets merely throbbed like always, the pain emanating from Rigel's stomach and upper chest, but the pain was soon spreading faster then it ever had before. Rigel stumbled, falling into the alcove that sheltered Marc and Selene, his hands clutching tightly at the entry wounds. His back arched as the pain burnt fiercer; his mouth opened in a silent scream as a radiant blue light lit him up from within, his vocal cords having already been corroded by the ultraviolet light. Once vibrant orbs appeared faded and lifeless as they turned to Selene and Marc in a silent plea for help, but it was pointless. Rigel's skin began to char, blackened in the wake of the light burning him from within, and in moments the horrendous ordeal was over; an empty husk now all the remained of the valiant and respected vampire.
Chestnut orbs stung violently, but Selene couldn't force herself to look away as her friend and comrade burned. Her vision misted over with unshed tears, pale lips frozen open in an expression of mixed confusion and horror. The lycans weren't meant to have weapons like this, bullets designed to exterminate her kind. They were animals; they weren't supposed to possess the intelligence to design such things. Her eyes didn't want to believe what they were seeing, but as the blue light receded she had little choice but to accept what her mind was vehemently denying. Rigel was dead, now nothing more then a charred corpse resting upon the subway platform. Kneeling, Selene retrieved the camera that had fallen from Rigel's belt; clipping it beneath her own jacket. Blinking away her tears, Selene's face hardened. The lycans would pay for Rigel's death, of that she would make certain.
Cold blue eyes watched Trix with unrestrained boredom, a pallid hand rising to stifle a yawn. The lycan had been mildly entertaining, but now was nothing more then a writhing mass upon the ground. She had shot him a few more times but too little effect.
"Can't you be more exciting then this?" Cyn requested, jabbing Trix sharply in the ribs with the toe of her boot. The injured lycan groaned in pain, curling even further in upon himself. "Guess not," the female commented dryly, kicking him sharply about the head. Reloading her firearm Cyn prepared to deal a final killing shot to the worthless opponent, but the sound of gunfire from the side sent her skittering backwards to seek the protection the concrete pylons provided. The burly black lycan had decided to get in on the action earlier then expected, leaving Cyn with several puncture points along her side - ranging from her upper thigh to the pinnacle of her shoulder.
Her expression was soon reflecting her anger and irritation, hiding the stinging pain that was running through her veins. Cyn had never been shot before and was surprised to find that it wasn't as painful as she had been expecting. She likened it to a paper cut in the sense that it stung and was enough to be bothersome, but that was its only effect. Thin fingers probed the wounds with interest, lifting themselves to a fanged mouth where the bloodied appendages were licked clean. Finally the barrage of bullets ceased, at least ceased being fired in her direction, and Cyn re-emerged from behind her barricade. The vampire seemed to have captured the lycans attention once more, and Cyn smirked as one of the immortal warriors was hit squarely in the torso. She would have enjoyed the display for longer if it hadn't been for the echo of cracking of glass and the sound of protesting cries that were issued in the direction of the train.
Turning her attention swiftly toward the noises, her countenance darkened as she witnessed another lycan pull the human through one of the train's broken windows. Cyn was really beginning to wonder what was so desirable about the human that it made him so sought after by the lycans. With her pistol still loaded and at the ready, Cyn strode purposefully to Trix's still huddled form. "You really should have been more entertaining." The words were saturated with false commiseration, punctuated with shrug and a bullet. Convulsions briefly animated the lycans body before he fell still, Cyn cleaning her viscera covered pistol on the corpse's tattered clothing.
"One animal down, two to go," the hybrid commented with a smirk as she strode through the open doors of the train. The human scattered as she moved, pressing themselves into the smallest nooks and crannies they could find. Her smirk only widened at their fear, laughter bubbling from her throat as she pointed her weapon at a few of them, the humans in turn whimpering and throwing their hands up in supplication. Moving through the carriage Cyn flung open one set of doors and kicked the other set in, raising her pistol squarely at the lycan who greeted her in the adjoining compartment.
"I'll tell you the same thing I told you friend," she said coldly, eyes narrowed, "no picking out prizes until you've won." Her gaze shifted briefly to the human whose back was still to her, before she focused upon the lycan once more. "I've never known your kind to go to so much trouble for a meal." Cyn continued with a raised brow, "Although I'm beginning to think you aren't after him just because you think he'll be tasty. So why don't you enlighten me as to why you want him so badly." It was not a question but a demand, her tone dark and hinting at pain if he refused to answer her.
Dalibor had taken to leaning against the tiled wall of the underground station, watching the action with idle curiosity. It was interesting to watch the players as they each play their parts, even more fun to watch when a player's part was snuffed out. So far two performers had lost their lives in tonight's scene, a vampire had been burnt to death from the inside out (something which the hybrid has found rather fascinating to behold) and his younger sister had shot a lycan in the head at point blank range. It had lacked the same artistic flair as the vampire death but it had been effective all the same. For the next part of the act Cyn seemed focused on the lycan who had taken the human hostage, while the two remaining vampires appeared to be regrouping. The lycan who had shot his sister, something for which he wasn't terribly impressed, had the vampires pinned between the series of stone columns that support the structures above the station, and the vampire Dalibor had injured was still collapsed upon the stairs. He appeared to be the only one without a direct role to play.
For a moment he mused on the issue, fighting the urge to launch some manner of assault against the lycan that had injured his sister. He wouldn't however because Cyn had declared the lycans her target for the evening, and besides he still had two vampires to worry about. For the moment he didn't desire to kill them, merely toy with them, as they would ultimately report back to his father (a term that he used rather loosely) about what had transpired this night.
Pushing off the wall he strode with measured steps down the line of pillars, lazily twirling his firearm around his finger. He continued on past the column to which Selene and Marc had pressed themselves, turning upon his heels and leaning his ivory-locked head upon the next pillar in line. Dark eyes lowered themselves to view Rigel's charred remains, before lifting to take in the pair before him. The female vampire was rather striking; a perfect balance between dark and light elements, and Dalibor freely allowed himself to peruse her figure amorously. A satisfied grin spread across his visage as his dark eyes locked with hers.
"It's a pity how easily you kind can burn," Dalibor comment airily, raking his free hand through his colorless hair. He ceased twirling his weapon; allow it to rest loosely in his hand. For the time being he didn't wish to offer them any direct threat, although that would all change in the blink of an eye if they gave him a reason.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:23 am
The shots had made him flinch, partially from the sheer volume and partially because of the pain-filled cries that followed. His moral fiber told him that he should help the struggling man, despite the fact that only moment earlier the same man had been abducting him, but he wasn't about to test his luck with the psychopath women that was pumping Trix full of bullets. Wide cerulean orbs moved frantically in search of a safe way between the various gun battles that had broken out within the station, but Michael needn't have bothered as he was grabbed roughly from behind.
He grunted in surprise as he was pulled through the broken train window, his expression soon taking on an edge of pain as the still remaining glass shards tore through his clothing and into his skin. Landing on his feet, strong hands were soon turning him roughly around. The man that greeted him suddenly had him wishing that he had taken his chances with the psychotic woman back on the platform.
"Who the ******** are you, and what the ******** do you want with me?." Despite all the expletives in his sentence, his words didn't come across as all that brave and before the forcible looking man had a chance to answer another voice rose from behind him; a feminine voice.
A meal?, Michael repeated the female's words in his head, gulping. So they weren't only gang members but they had a thing for eating people too, and they were after him for their next meal? Great, just ******** great, he thought to himself. So now he found himself trapped between a rock and a hard place, or a psychopathic woman with a gun and a man that potentially wanted to eat him, with neither option looking all the pleasant.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:25 pm
Marc heard the pleasing sounds of bullets penetrating flesh a moment before he slammed his back against the pillar next to Selene. The shots that Raze fired at him missed him and instead hit the surrounding tiles. Small shards flew up around him, a small annoyance, that got shook out of his hair and clothes almost instantly. Marc was not getting the feeling that this would be a successful mission. The three lycans, alone, were enough trouble for the experienced Death Dealers. Having the two immortals, who both seemed oblivious to the gunfire surrounding them, intrude caused Marc to be less certain of his survival.
Before Marc could respond to Selene, Rigel's already darkening from appeared in front of them. The blue glow, from within his fellow's body, alerted him to how close he came to meeting the same fate just seconds earlier. Marc's usually deep voice came out in a surprised wisper, "All I know is that that," nodding to what was left of Rigel, "should not be possible."
Guessing from the single shot nearest him, Trix's attacker had finished with him. Shane ignored the human's weak questioning as he was too focused on the odd female's approach. She moved differently than any breed of immortal he knew. Shane was far more intrigued than frightened as she pointed her pistol at him. "Whoa, Miss, you have the wrong idea here. For one, if I had any friends I would have been dead centuries ago." Sheathing his sabre slowly, he continued, "This human has his purpose, but on who's authority do you have to make the rules when you and your fellow break them by entering this place at all." Smiling, and not all together angry, Shane took a moment to eye the strong female and wondered if she had more pleasant talents than threatening him.
Marc saw the male immortal make his sluggish approach and comment. Not liking the way the figure's eyes scanned over Selene like she was some fine piece of art, he had to control his anger. Crossing his pistol-wielding arms across his chest, he waited for any signal to strike from his only still-standing comrade. Marc felt it was better not to lash out and get them both killed, or act fearful like the man probably wanted them too.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 7:13 am
Anger vibrated through every fiber of Selene's being, both from the death of her comrade at the hands of a filthy lycan and from the appearance of the male immortal who seemed impervious to the situation playing out around him. His dark eyes roved freely over her latex clad figure sending her blood boiling. Only one man she knew felt that he had the liberty to look her over so freely, and she could barely stomach his wandering eyes let alone those of this unknown man. That thought caused Selene to pause, her brow furrowing. She had already acknowledged within herself that there was something that seemed oddly familiar about the man, but could it really be what she was now thinking? No, she told herself, not now, later you can dwell upon it and mention it to Marc, but not now. With her mind focused once more, her expression soon became hard and unreadable once more.
"Who are you?" she demanded, raising her pistols in a cautionary manner. While Selene didn't know who the man was she assumed that he could be wounded just like the rest of them, although what damage a bullet would cause she was unsure. It may only succeed in slowing him down, but at least that would be better then nothing and would give them a slim window through which to make their escape if need be.
Dalibor smirked as he noticed the female vampire's reaction, his gaze even flickering briefly to Marc as the hybrid noted his irritation. His own weapon remained lowered even as they lifted theirs, a testament to the little threat he felt they were. "It doesn't matter who I am," he said at last, sounding rather cocky, "all that matters is that I haven't the desire to kill your just yet." Sharpened canines exposed themselves as Dalibor's smirk progressed to a sneer, amused by his own little quip.
Selene had had enough. Rigel was dead and the more before them had shot Nathanial; he had just used up the only chance she was giving him. In a single, swift motion she raised her weapon and aimed it squarely at his head, pulling the trigger fiercely.
The vampiress needn't have bothered for no sooner had she pulled the trigger that Dalibor dodged it with ease, seizing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her. The action forced the pistol from her hand and a sharp squeeze upon her other hand soon saw the weapon's twin clattering to the floor. "Memories served to tell me you were a fierce one; it's a shame that also makes your actions rather predicable." His breath was hot against her ear as he spoke, although his words were loud enough to be heard by Marc. Allowing his tongue to trail over her skin, Dalibor looked to Marc. "Does it kill you that I can get this close and you can't?" he asked in amusement, tearing the latex of Selene's cat-suit with his free hand. With her neck exposed he allowed his teeth to graze across her flawless skin, his eyes remaining fixed upon Marc. Within his arms Selene struggled but he only twisted her arm harder, snaking his other arm around her waist and pulling her tightly against him. A bare hint of pain flushed through Selene's eyes, although she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of anything else.
Cyn's pistol remained steady and level, her eyes studying him down the barrel. She had earlier deemed him worthy of sparing in this scuffle and it didn't appear as if he were likely to do something to change her mind. "We aren't bound by your rules and restrictions," Cyn replied plainly, shrugging slightly. "No coven leaders or pack alphas to pull our strings and order us to do their bidding, so in essence we make our own rules; play by our own game if you will." There was a hint of boredom in her words, as if it should be plainly obvious to all that Dalibor and she weren't bound by the same codes of conduct.
Having finished her little explanation, she quirked an eyebrow as she watched him studying her. "Imagining me naked?" Cyn commented with a sly smile, laughing briefly in amusement. "That could be arranged," she continued, her tone becoming low and sultry, "of course you'd have to answer my earlier question regarding the human first."
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:31 pm
Marc knew that Selene was not handling her emotions as well as she should have. He could smell her anger pouring from her. Marc, eyes going back and forth between Selene and the foreign immortal, tried to figure what his next move should be. He too recognized some vague characteristics of the man, but could not place a name to the face yet.
Pistols slipped back into his sleeves of his crossed arms. Marc knew that his silver bullets would have little impact on the grinning enemy, and would have to focus on other tactics to get Selene and himself out of the subway alive. A sudden move and shot from his left side alerted him that a joined attack from the two Death Dealers would not be possible. The speed at which the man dodged the shot proved him to be a formidable foe to say the least. Marc watched as he quickly disarmed Selene, and still delayed his action. Each move the immortal made against Selene tightened the muscles in Marc's chest. He did not expect to have this type of reaction from the antagonizing, and he wanted to get them both out of their current predicament.
Marc gave a rare smirk to his enemy, "No, youg one. What kills me is that you have little no remembrance of me inside that familiarly ugly skull of yours." In a move, almost as quick as Dalibor's dodge, Marc pulled his newly aquired celestial blade from his coat and threw it at his enemy's shoulder. He hoped that the attack would enable Selene to go free.
Shane stroked his hairy chin as he listened to her seemingly painful explanation. Now here is a girl after me own black heart, he thought. "I was imagining far more than that." Standing tall and smacking his tongue of his excitingly growing fangs, Shane said, "Pain before pleasure. Speaking of which, I have an idea. How about we bout for a round or two to decide who does what?" he offered. "You win and I'll be more than happy to answer any of your questions." Shane looked over at Michael to wink at him before turning his lustful eyes back upon the beautiful female. "I win, we go about arranging you and me the way I have it in my head."
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