Curse of the Fallen Quest: Ring Bearer's Trilogy

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

Choosing the male instead, not one to feed his sick fantasies, I made quick work of drinking what I needed without killing him.

Once done I sat back in the chair and took the wine but did not drink. I did not trust him, I would be a fool to.

"It's a long boring story and ended up with me nearly killed. I should have shot him sooner than that mess with the cops!" I growled a little angry at myself for bringing it up with Willow.

"I think I will stretch my legs a little, walk off some stiffness.." The wound was healing quickly and we had awhile on the flight still. Moving from the chair, I walked around the small plane, moving back behind the partial wall and staring at Lance who hung from the wall.

Things kept nagging my mind, questions I wanted answered. How could I get the answers from him? I knew I smelled of fresh blood, even I could smell it on my breath. Moving closer to the hanging man, I watched him stir a little in his shackles.

Reaching out, I took his chin in my hand and lifted his face so I could see his eyes if they chose to open.

"Doesn't matter what I did, did it?" i asked nearly whispering.
"You would kill me no matter what given that chance wouldn't you?" I whispered again, pausing to listen and see if anyone was coming.
"Instead of helping me, you'd just waste me like I was some piece of trash..." It did hurt a little, I had an excuse for my actions towards him, since I did not know him. But he said he knew me, and yet he wanted me dead. Was I a bad person before I lost my memories? Was I a murderer or worse? I gripped his cheeks a little tighter, so tempted to snap his neck but resisted the temptation.

 

[poohlive]

Lance could feel something in his eyes, sticky and it stung when he tried to open them. He could only see in blurs, as Aria's face came in and out of focus.
When he talked, it came out in a harsh whisper, something that scared even him when he heard it.
"Your death would have saved hundreds of millions of innocent people. Don't take it personal. If Mongrel had sent another goon, I would have killed him just as easy. He's sent hundreds. You're working for someone who will do anything to get what he wants... anything. I have learned long ago that I had to do anything to get away from him, even kill someone I was close to."
He lowered his head back down, feeling the blackness once again take control of him. He felt himself falling, the silver digging sharp spikes that lunged down his body faded away like lightening bolts that slowly disappeared from one's vision.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I tried to figure out his cryptic words but failed, I only knew that he was right about one thing. He would kill anyone mongrel sent after him.

"My death? What?" i whispered, shaking him slightly, trying to get answers. He made me sound like the fucking Anti christ! What the hell was I!?

"Lance?" I whispered harshly, trying to rouse him again. It wasn't working. His "Im sorry" I did not believe for a moment.

"You are only sorry because they caught you!" I hissed out, not wanting to think he meant that but was only buttering up. He was wasn't he? And what did 'close to' mean?

"Lance?" I tried again but got no responce. Mongrel would kill him.. slowly and painfully.. Again, I did not know what to do. All my rational thoughts said kill him right here and right now.. To stop whatever troubles he predicted were coming. But what would it solve? He was the only one who knew me!

Accidently my hand touched the silver, instantly it hurt like my hand was on fire. Yanking it away, I checked for marks but seen nothing, only felt the linger pain of the chains. Good lord! No wonder he couldn't answer me.

Hearing a faint movement on the other side of the wall, I quickly moved back away from him, giving us space. Moving over towards the window I glanced down over the ocean, my mind churning for answers and getting nothing.

 

[Morgoth]

Dren went to the church, shutting himself up in the attic. "That bitch!" he hissed to himself. "How dare she? I am her maker, and she doesn't remember!?" he spat, the word bitter on his tongue, the rage building. He would use all his resources, all of his ancient power to track her and perhaps even kill her. Until then, he would build up his power and anger.

 

[poohlive]

Willow brought a glass of champaigne to her lips.
"You've been ignoring me this entire trip," He leaned against the far wall of the plane, trying to look into her eyes, but unable to really find a way.
"Come on, what's wrong? You've won, you have it all. Lance in chains, the ring, your memories back, your life back as soon as we get home. Everything going for you, and you look like it's the end of the world."
Willow moved out from the room, into the more spacious cabin with the plush leather seats and most modern comforts. The mile high luxury sweet.
"Is it me? Something I said? I didn't piss you off or anything. I was hoping we could become friends... put our differences behind us, maybe even celebrate our victory."

 

[poohlive]

Keith.

Wreckage came in through the impound. One shot up and banged jaguar that followed a tow truck past the fanced gate and into the small army of useless cars piles up. Each of them reflected their dull chrome into the midmorning sun.
"Where did they find it?"
"Ahhhh," One of the deputies checked through his notes, fillping past page after page of his tiny notebook, before finding what he was looking for.
"On the corner of Willshire and Main. In the southern district."
Keith nodded, making a note on his own. That was close to where a bunch of shootings had taken place yesterday, but it was also close to the airport.
"We've got the latest tape, right?"
The deputy took out a video, smiling from ear to ear, "Just came in. Haven't had a chance to look at it yet."
Keith snatched it from his hands, moving into headquarters. A small simplistic band of blue hallways met them, as they barraged through corridor after corridor before finding an empty interrogation room available to them.
He popped it in to the waiting vcr, and sat down as the screen in the far corner of the room shot to life. Images came disjointed at first, gray static snowing through the entire image, but then it all grew clear. A view from a dozen feet up, showing as a woman ran at one of the cops, wailing her arms. Keith tightened the grip as he watched how she disposed of them, one after the other.
The other one, the man, just stood there the entire time, his hands raised.
"Where'd we get this?"
"A security camera from a local jewelry store. It's their parking lot system, but it caught all of this perfectly."
He nodded, as the video switched to high in the sky. The ground below moved at an incredible rate, as the helicopter panned against the far obsolete road, catching only a glimpse of autumn red sports car, before moving on.
It tried to double back, the camera, on a fixed mount Keith thought, couldn't find it again though. By then they were at the city limits.
"That look like a Jaguar to you?"
The deputy nodded, "A little too conveniant."
"Has anyone checked over at the place we picked up the car? Witnesses might have seen something.
"No, not yet."
"Get on it. Did they switch cars? Are they still in Sydney? Is the man still with her, or did he escape?"
"Escape? I thought he was an accomplice."
Keith took the tape out, throwing it at him, "The tape shows he did nothing more than watch as she went on the rampage. We're after the girl, nothing else."
The deputy nodded, "What do you think happened? I mean, even if she caught them all by surprise, no one could take down that many cops, not even a woman."
Keith walked out of the room, the deputy followed right on his heels, curious as ever to hear the answer.
"I'm going to the airport. There were a few reports of women matching her description boarding planes, all of them unconfirmed. Now that we know what she looks like, we should let the security know so that we can stop her from leaving the country."
The deputy nodded, despite the fact Keith couldn't see him.
"Hurry up, get me as much info as possible."
"Come on, was she on crack or something?"
Keith stopped in front of his vehicle, putting on mirrored sunglasses to shield out the harsh sun, "The truth? I don't think she was on anything. I don't even think she's human at all."
"Fuck off. You're not serious. Everyone in the whole precint knows about your scary vampires tales, but you really don't believe..."
Keith cut him off, "You watched the tape. Tell me something human did all that."
"Yeah, but still...."
Keith got into the car, heading off in a cloud of smoke.
The deputy gave a giggle, getting into his own car, "Psycho Vampire Hunter."

(Didn't think I'd do it, did you?)

 

[nightray]

Ray

Shock moves over my face breafly as the man disappears moving to fast for me to see. I focus my mind on him trying to trace him but I’ve never been adept at using my mind powers even though they seem to have increased some what when the dark half of my soul was relsed to do my masters biding.

I start surprised by Kat’s touch having not noticed her com to me. My head moves to hers my eyes meeting hers behind my glasses. My jaw tightens slightly as I move away from her touch the turmoil with in boiling wers when she touches me. I move the dark sword down and slightly in front of me keeping a distents between use.

My right hand rests on the sword of truth lightly letting the warmth of it move up my arm enhanced by the rings. I shudder as I open my mouth trying to speak. “Kat you have a ring.” I say simply as I lower the dark sword knowing that I would need her to find the book.

I blink shaking my head slightly I then look at the doors around use to the few penthouses on this floor. “Let’s go to my rooms on the top.” I pos “It’s safer there.” I say softly wanting to be in my own averment. I push the button to the elevator behind me the doors opening. I step back slowly sheathing my sword my eyes never leaving her face. I feel a tingle on my face where her finger had been.

I wait for her to com my hand keeping the doors from closing. I stand strait an aregent tilt to my head and a small smirk on my lips knowing that if this ring had fond a new owner then the others have to and I would beadle to use them to find the book and free my master.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

ooc: Gary that is NOT funny! lmao, you are asking for it.

IC:

"You've been ignoring me this entire trip," I took the champagne glass from his hand and held it. "We just barely got going Willow, I am not ignoring you.. Just a little tired is all." I avoided looking into his eyes, not wanting to go there and encourage him any.
"And as for my memories, I have only Mongrel's word I will get them back... No guarantees now is there?" I paused, turning and moving towards the chairs in the main cabin. Sitting down, I tried not to think too much about any of this.
"Besides, Mongrel won't be too kind to me once I get there and he hears all the mess I made in that small town... I am betting right about now he is ready to cut off my head.." It was no exageration. Mongrel was a ruthless bastard and would not hesitate to take me out... Especially fucking up this badly.
Sighing, I tried not to roll my eyes at some of what he said. Indeed. Move on to what? His bed if I was guessing right.
"There is nothing you've done Willow, rest assured.. I will celebrate once I know who I am." I sipped the wine a little and paused as I glanced into the glass. One little sip and who knew, right? Setting it down, I didn't say a word as I played with the stem of the glass.
"How long until we land?" I knew it wouldn't take long to get to Mongrel's from the air port.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord Vladamir Trepes (The Fated)

Vladamir closed his eyes, lying back on the ground. Tomorrow he'd make it to where he'd find him. And then,....his fingers curled around his sword. He sighed. All his life he'd been a killer. Sometimes he wished he just knew who he should kill. At one time, when he was still a young vampire, he'd found a prophecy that foretold he would be the 'killer of greatness'. But what kind of greatness? A great good? A great evil?

A while ago, he'd nearly died. After a while, he'd healed enough to move on, after a lot of thinking, he'd searched out one of his greatest enemies,....and friends. When he'd found Joseph, he hadn't recognized him. He'd been badly hurt, and not just physically. He'd taken Joseph to the few druids who still existed in the world. Along the way, he'd learned what little Joseph remembered. Joseph had said that his family was dead. His body had been badly burned. In fact, one of his hands was completely missing. Vladamir had had to leave Joseph with the druids, as only their healing could possibly heal his body.

Vladamir was out to heal his soul. He looked over at his things. He'd flown over to the headquarters of his company, TrepesCorp, and spent time using his great resources to look for clues and pack up a few needed items. From there, he had set out of foot, following a trail picked up from small clues and underlings he'd found along the way. He was looking for a 'Mongrel'. Who supposedly had a mansion in the area.

Along with a few provisions and some firearms, a second sword was lying with the other items he'd sorted through. It was Joseph's. He glanced up at the sky, hidden behind the trees. He'd get revenge for him. Better this way, He'd probably kill himself in the attempt. And his death would be a result of Vlad's own doing, and none else.

He worried though. He'd heard this Mongrel character had a mercenary, and a tough one. He hadn't been able to get a name, but she was supposed to be strong. He closed his eyes again. He had to sleep.

Sleep came uneasy,...and with them came the dreams. Horrible nightmares af the few people he'd cared about. Of the people he'd driven to death. And of the twisted, scarred man in the druids care, who could barely live, of whom Vlad had found, wandering through the forest, eyes seared blind, searching for a family he would never find.

 

[poohlive]

Willow poured himself a glass of champaigne.
"We'll stop in Mexico for refueling. Then we won't stop again until the Belgium border. A straight flight back home, lucky us."
He looked down at his watch, taking it off long enough to switch to the right time zone. In the span of a minute he lost over seven hours. A little chuckle before he snapped it back on.
"So that's what this is all about, is it? You don't trust Mongrel, and since I'm his right hand man, you don't trust me either. I'm not surprised. Doesn't bother me any though. I just want to get into your pants. Mongrel needs you for a similiar reason, not sexually, but your body. You have no idea how important you are. You have just accomplished in one day what I have been trying to do for years. Cheers to you."
He drowned the rest of the wine, picking up the glass for another.
"Well, have it your way. I won't bother you the rest of the trip. Mongrel will want a full report though, I will make sure not to exlude anything."
He leaned against the back of the seating, closing his eyes for a moment. He was tired and hungry, both of the feelings swirling through him at once. The champaigne wasn't helping much either. It felt wonderful, but in a dreading kind of way.
He drowned the second glass and sighed.

 

[Firegirl976]

Cat

I step back slightly when I sense the darkness coming from the sword in Ray's hand. I reach out mentally and lightly brush it with me mind, It is darkness I realize and not evil exactly. I look at Ray his glasses preventing me from seeing his eyes and completing the mental contact......(I wonder). "I have a request before I go with you Ashke'." I watch him, his overall appearance one of arogance and sureity as he stands there holding the doors of the elevator waiting for me to move. His smirk falters slightly and as the ring on my right hand heats even more I sense his darkness in him praying on his soul......"Remove your sunglasses, let me see into your eyes." (Goddess give me strength) I pray silently...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. Get into my pants indeed! I chuckled, then as the pictured formed in my mind, I laughed outright.

"S-sorry." I stammered between chuckles, that was funny. I settled down after a few minutes, not wanting to irritate him too much, but still had a grin on my face. He was dreaming big time there!

"It wasn't hard to get Lance.. He'd basicly follow me into hell if he had to inorder to get what he wants.." I was sure that was a correct anaology on my part. Relaxing a little, my mind worked in over time a moment.. I hadn't had human contact (Or vampire for that matter) in a long time.. So long I couldn't recall the last time someone actually was in my pants? All well, not important.

The ring was glowing softly again, glancing down, I turned it a few times on my finger, watching the play of colors it eminated into my skin. Interesting little ring..

Taking the champagne, I downed the glass and asked for another. I needed to relax a little, I was talking too much and thinking more than I should right now.

"Why does Mongrel want Lance?" I asked Willow the one question eating at my mind lately.

 

[nightray]

Ray

I smile falters slightly at her request my eye’s narrowing slightly behind the glasses. I tilt my head slightly thinking whether I should or not. I then shrug figuring it wouldn’t hurt not know that every one ells that I loved is go so what if this one leaves or forces me to kill her to.

I rich up and take the rim of my glasses in-between my fingers hesitating a moment then I pull the glasses off. My dark collarless eye’s looking in to hers the black void seeming to draw light in but not let it out agene. I smile agene as faint sparks of light appear in there center swirling before the darkness consumes them agene.

“So sister surprised?” I ask in a low tong my eye’s narrowing as I wait for her reaction. “Now what are you going to com or not?” I chuckle softly. “As you can see I’m not exactly the same person you lift in neworlens.” I tilt my head to the other side the aragent smirk returning to my lips. “I’m stronger in many wais.”

My eyes move up and down looking her over though it would be hard for any one to tell that there moving. I feel the ring grow hotter sending tendrils of warmth up my arm causing the lights to swirl in my eyes agene as if to show her that there was still hope for me. I don’t notes the lights unless I wear to look in to a mirror but they don’t show up then.

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

I maintain eye contact my gaze never faltering as he removes the glasses and the now fathomless pools that are his eyes stare at me from my brothers face. I watch as the blackness swirls there a seeming void, the suddenly I see small swirls almost sparks of light in his eyes. I search harder allowing my powers to brush his mind gently.

“So sister surprised?” I ask in a low tong my eye’s narrowing as I wait for her reaction. “Now what are you going to com or not?” I chuckle softly. “As you can see I’m not exactly the same person you lift in neworlens.” I tilt my head to the other side the aragent smirk returning to my lips. “I’m stronger in many wais.”

(Weaker in many as well) I think to myself making sure to guard the thought from Ray. "I wouldn't say surprised Ray, and yes I will still come with you." I grab my cell phone and quickly make a call down to the front desk asking that they bring my luggage up to the floor and apartment above mine then hang up quickly. Looking back up at Ray I sidle up next to him and barely brush his hand and mind with mine as I step onto the elevator. "You may be stronger in ways Ray, but your still my blood brother." I lean against the wall removing a file and gently working on my long manicured nails, "Oh and I asked them to bring my luggage up to your place I need a shower and some fresh clothes, you don't mind do you?" I ask a slow sensual smile forming on my full lips and a devious twinkle in my eyes. I look up at him from under long lashes, Ray and I had been through alot together to the point of having to drink from each other at one point. The side effect was that we now shared a mental connection and having some mental powers of my own his thoughts/feelings at times would almost pound into my head. All the years we had known each other we had never shared a bed, even though I had sensed a longing in him years ago in New Orleans. I meet his gaze fully my eyes now altering warming to a soft emerald, as I look at him with knowledge of his pain and struggle. "Shall we go Ashke'?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord Vladamir Trepes

As the harsh sunlight filtered through the trees, Vlad awoke, glad to face the daylight of the twenty-first century. His dreams had been harsh memories, dragged before the light. The brutal murders of his parents, and his own torture. He reached back, touching the never-healing scars inflicted during the time of his natural change into vampirism and adulthood.

He stood, stretching towards the heavens. His heavy boots crushed the ground as he moved towards his things. He pulled on his shirt, lifting the pack to his back and sheathing his own sword. He wandered over to where he'd left his motorcycle, anmd started it up, moving back towards the highway. If he started out now, he could make Mongrel's by sundown.

 

[nightray]

Ray

My smile widens slightly as she makes the call down to the front desk and steps in to the elevator. I step back letting the door close and hitting the button for my floor. The door’s open and I step out not looking to see if Kat fallows or not.

I point to a door with out looking back at Kat. “Bathroom is in there use what you want.” I walk in to the kitchen opening the fridge and pulling out a bear. I turn looking at Kat agene feeling a longing for her that I have surprised. I shake my head no I must keep my mind on the book I can’t let her distract me from that.

I focus on my mind closing it off as much as I can from her knowing she will still beadle to feel my emotions if not my thoughts. I walk over to the couch sitting putting my feet up as I drink the bear looking out over the city.

I look over at Kat agene. “I’ll take cair of your bags when they get up hear. Then when you get out of the shower you can tell me what brings you hear.” I look back out at the city then trying to relax to let the suspions go for now any way. I feel my mind swirl around her image still fighting over weather or not I should kill her.

I unbuckle my swords putting them on the coffee table in front of me with in easy grasp. I sigh as the cold and heat lesson as I let go of the swords. I lay back in the cushions finishing off my bear and easily tossing it in to a trash can across the room from me.

I look up as I hear a nock on my door. I stand and walk over to it I put my sunglasses back on before opening it. The bell hope nodes to me “Sir I was to bring this up.” I glans at the bags he’s got and nod. I step aside and let him bring them in. I point to a spot on the floor for him to set them down at.

I smirk as he stands at the door obviously expecting a tip. I shrug and give in a hundred. I shake my head as he looks at the bill with disbelief. As he moves to leave I move faster then he can fallow switching the hundred with a one. I chuckle softly as he moves out closing the door behind him. I grimes and move back to where I was sitting to wait for Kat to finish in the shower.

 

[poohlive]

"Well," He brushed off her high pitched laughter by pouring her another drink, "At least I'm being totally honest."
He said this with a hint that perhaps he was the only one being honest in this conversation, but never said anything beyond that. She could decide for herself how much she wanted to tell him.
Mongrel however, that was a different story all together.
"Sit down, my dear. It is a long story, and I think with your wound and the blood and alcohol, you might be a little drunk. Please, it would ease my mind. Would hate for you to fall out of a window or something."
Willow refreshed his drink, seeing the bottle getting low. He called for another one, to let them finish the story. The flight crew gave indication that they would land in Mexico soon. Their flight almost half way over. That was good.
"A long time ago, hundreds of years before you were born, Mongrel found a spell. A really powerful spell, arguably one of the most powerful spells on the face of the earth, but it needed a lot of mana behind it..."
He thanked one of the guards for the extra bottle, putting it in a bucket of ice.
"What I mean is, it couldn't work on its own. It needed something behind it. For example, let's say you have one of those nine volt batteries. Now, if you touch metal to both the positive and negative end, you'll get a little shock, nothing more. Now, if you do the same thing to a car battery, you might singe some eyebrows off, and maybe everything will taste like copper for a week, but you'll be fine. Let's say you put something in an outlet though, a fork or a knife? What happens then?"
As he said this, he opened the bottle of champaigne, as the cork flew into the air, and the drink bubbled out in a fancy frenzy. Willow laughed, making his own point.
"The spell needed something powerful behind it in order for it to work. Mongrel found something powerful, the creation of a book of magic, a collection of spells from different wizards all combining together. It was the single greatest combined energy force the world has ever seen, and at the end, the last page, Mongrel put this spell inside, connecting it with all the others."
He refilledher drink, and finishing his own helped himself. Outside the clouds began to come into view, as their plane descended into a night sky, filled with tiny blinking lights below.
"The book was lost though. Someone stole it from Mongrel, and all others, keeping it hidden for hundreds of years. We didn't even find the book until a few months ago, thanks to your help, if I'm not mistaken. You, and your friends led us to the book in the first place, and you activated the magic inside of it. All Mongrel needs now is the page. Once he places it inside the book, all of the world will belong to him."
Willow waved his hand to the back, saluting the one man locked in chains that would deliver this final piece.
"So you see, this is a very exciting day for us. And it is all thanks to you."
The entire plane bounced once as it touched down, and coasted with ease into the Mexican City Airport.

 

[VandalHeart]

Okama Gumo

It means "the Okama family Spider."

What can be said about a man named "Spider?" Hundreds of Japanese in the Okama family that still practiced ancestor worship over the centuries have wondered about where the name came from in hopes of a better understanding. For the most part, many in the family believed that it meant flexible, variable in the sense that a psychological warfare operative can switch his mind up to better conform to the situation. Some thought laughed that it meant he was above all patient. Still others tried, but failed, to laugh at the theory that he was a cannibal, waiting for the excuse to "remove" you from the family for once and for all. A few of the young ones laughed at this saying ancestors are the dead of the family, and that while they watched them always, the ancestors could not hurt or kill them.

This was the point most were informed that he was standing behind them.

As Gumo stood at the counter of his family's corporate jet fixing himself a drink, he remembered why the August personage of Jade had given him the name. It had said that, given enough time, he could understand any puzzle placed before him, so he was named after the spider that stole the Emperor's locked chest. It was a proud name that did not leave much room for it's bearer's confusion. But tonight, he was confused. He was on a trans-pacific flight to San Francisco, and the only reason he knew he was going was that a ring had appeared on his finger.

"Will there be any thing else, ancestor?" asked the attendant before he was about to leave the room for the night.

"Only that you need to stop calling me ancestor," he said, not looking up at the man. "We are leaving the Middle Kingdom and are going to the west. You never know who would ask too many questions. And while barbaric, the western monkeys can cause significant problems."

"Uh...yes, sir, he said after pausing to find a suitable supplement. "We sould be arriving in San Francisco --"

"-- in six hours, yes, I know, Hiro. I suggest you use all of them to get some rest and quit worrying about whether or not I will." At that, he finally looked up at the man, fixing a cold gaze on him. Hiro left hurriedly, obviously not realizing the ancestor remembered his name.

He stared at the ring once again, not realizing that those western monkeys he spoke of were exactly who this ring was calling him to. An endgame was unfolding and he had a crucial part to play. The last words he spoke before the plane left Japanese airspace were, "May you live in interesting times, and attract the notice of those in high places." The curse was coming full circle.

The ring of Cunning had found a new wearer, one whose blood ran backwards from it's predecesors. A strange breed of vampire now held a ring, and thus, the stakes had been raised.

 

[poohlive]

Keith sat in the uncomfortable chair of the security office. It dug into his sides with an almost contempt for life. The chair had been designed for excurutiating pain, and he felt, as he sat in there now, that it was doing it's job.
"We've had several of our camera operators take a second look at last night's tapes. Nothing so far. No one recognizes her."
They gave back a black and white up close of the woman, with long brown hair, and a hate filled in her eyes that if Keith could put any word behind, would be blood lust.
Vampire blood lust.
Of course, he kept that to himself.
"Of course, not all of our evening people are here yet. Someone could have spotted her, handed her a ticket, or something."
Keither stood up, just so that the chair didn't have to dig into his side anymore. Blood flowed back into his right leg, causing pins and needles which he found a comforting feeling.
"No one bypassed security?"
"No, no one. The only people who didn't go through the regular checks was a single limo that...."
Keith's phone ran, and he put up a finger so he could take the call. He hoped it was the deputy with some information.
It was.
"All the people I talked with have some bizarre tales though. I don't think you want to hear all of it... or maybe you do. It certainly doesn't sound human."
Keith rolled his eyes, "Just tell me."
"Ok. Gunfire erupted, and several witnesses saw a man jump to the ground from a hotel floor."
"A hotel floor? Which one?"
"I checked with the hotel manager. They say the windows are locked, and it's impossible for them to be opened. There was only one window with the glass blown out, on the 9th floor."
"The 9th floor? Are you shitting me?"
"I didn't believe it myself. Several people saw a man jump to the ground, amidst flying window debris. It's all over the sidewalk, and no other windows were broken."
Vampire... vampire... vampire. Two of them. Holy fuck, two vampires in his city.
"Then they all left. A group came out. One of the baggage boys working last night said he watched the entire group leave in a black limousine."
"A black limousine?"
"Yes," The deputy said.
Keith covered the mouthpiece, looking at the Security heard, "A black limousine?"
The man nodded.
"Get me the tape for that car. I want to see it before I go. Find out where they went, and what plane they got on. I think we've found them."
"That's all on my end," The deputy said, after an awkward pause. Keith hung up without another thought, following the guard as he went past a maze of corridors going into a monitor room.
"Call up the southern gate for last night. The limo hat came in."
After a moment of static, it showed a group coming up to a gate, the driver speaking with one of the guards, and then driving out into the airfield.
"Who was that? Where did they go?"
"Well, they went on the only private jet we had on the airport. No one can just go through the private entrance without clearance of a plane already inside the airport. Security has been pretty tight ever since..."
"Who owns the jet?"
"A company. I'm not sure, I'll have to go check."
Keith sighed, before getting a clear grip on himself, "Then go check. Where were they going?"
"Ahhhh," The security head took out a stack of papers, looking at them, "First Mexico city, stopping to refuel, and then off to Transylvania."
"What?"
"Oh... no, sorry. Read the wrong form. Off to Belgium. A small airport on the Belgium border."
Keith nodded, looking at the video once again of the limo that slipped right through his fingers.
Not this time, "Get me on the fastest flight to Belgium. I need to know who owns that jet too."
The security head looked at his roster, "If you hurry, you can leave for a plane heading to San Fransisco. From there you can catch a plane to Belgium no problem. I'll have someone transfer all the information to you over there."
Keith didn't bother saying a thank you, he was already running for the ticket booth.
"Flight 465!!!"

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

I walk into the apartment still holding my precious bag of artifact in my left hand. Looking around I grin slightly at the decor of Ray's place. Black, gray, and chrome seem to be the major theme established here, (good old Ray) I think to myself. I smile my thanks as I walk into the bathroom, I strip down quickly and hop in the steaming hot water allowing it to run down my body. Washing my hair with the shampoo and such in the stall I step out of the shower and grab two towel wrapping one around me hair one around my body I walk thru the door back into the living room, where I see him watching the city. I slip over to the fridge and grab 2 beers, letting out a quick whistle I throw one across the room to him grinning as he reaches up without turning and catches it. I head back to the couch and opening the beer walk around to where he put my luggage by his side. The steam pours ou tof the bathroom following me like a mist and small trails of water run down from my temples from under the towel down my throat and chest where they disapear beneath the other towel. "So, maybe you can tell me just why I am here and......" I pause a moment holding up my right hand the ring glowing slightly as I stare at Ray "Just what in the name of the Goddess this thing is for?" I take a drink of the beer in my hand and sit down on the coffee table across from him crossing my legs waiting for an answer.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

We didn't even find the book until a few months ago, thanks to your help, if I'm not mistaken. You, and your friends led us to the book in the first place, and you activated the magic inside of it. All Mongrel needs now is the page. Once he places it inside the book, all of the world will belong to him."

Own the world? No one can own the world! Obviously they were all insane... That had to explain it, but a deep pit formed in my stomach and I felt the blood draining away from my face. The quest Lance talked of, this had to be the same thing.

"So you see, this is a very exciting day for us. And it is all thanks to you." He seemed proud of that statement, but to me it felt accusing.

The plane bounced a little, sloshing the wine over the rim and onto my shirt. Ignoring the spot, I felt too sick for words.

"Why Don't I remember all of this?" I asked. Why indeed? Something felt wrong here, all of it actually. I was so lost I wanted to laugh! Fuck it! I did my job, that was all I was required to do. Now Mongrel had to keep his promise and tell me who I was, give me back my memories.

"How long does it take to Fuel?" My mind was working over time yet again. If Mongrel was going or intending on ruling the world, He wouldn't want someone around that he owed any part of it too. Something kept telling me to get out of this plane before I was trapped!

At his questioning glance I smiled a little warmly at him, let him think I was drunk, it might help?

"I need to stretch my legs and get something to change into. Surely we can spare an hour?" I asked.

And how would anyone survive with that cruel monster as leader of the world??

 

[The GrandMage]

Vladamir Trepes

He sighed, glancing at the building.

It wasn't exactly a dead end, but it wasn't what he was looking for. He could smell the subtle traces associated with vampire infestation. It was a large group, which meant it was brought together under a purpose.

Families didn't grow that large anymore. He got off the motorcyle, dropping the pack. He knelt down, pulling out a gun and checking the magazine.

If they knew anything, he'd find out. If they didn't,....

It was not going to be their day.

 

[poohlive]

Willow walked up to the pilot's cabin, peeping his head through.
"We'll delay a little bit. About an hour or so, all right?"
The pilot turned back, alarmed, "Mongrel said no more detours."
He sneered, "The man's waited a thousand years for this, another hour won't kill him. Just say some complications came up, fog or fueling or whatever it is."
"All right."
Willow held out his hand, as the doors opened up, and stairs popped down to the concreted land form below.
"We have some time, if you would like to join me out for a stroll. Perhaps some dinner? I know a little mexican place only a ten minute drive away that is to die for."

(mage, weren't you the one who got into a heated argument with King about vampires not having a smell?)

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord Vladamir

(I said smells associated with vampire infestation. A large number of vampires equals a large number of victims. You know, lots of old blood, a few dead bodies piled in the cellar, some rotting in the surrounding woods, poorly buried, it builds up a smell. And I believe I said that a hunter couldn't 'smell out' vampires. At least, a human hunter."*sniff-sniff* That's vampire, yep. C'mon Bubba.")


After checking his ammo, he got ready to go in, drawing his sword as he looked at it. Walking towards the front door, he decided not to be nice and call ahead. His foot slammed forward, kicking the door in. Inside, an aging man looked up, surprised to see him there.

Raising a gun in his free hand, he squeezed the trigger. The bullet ripped through the old man's head. As the body fell back, it disintigrated into dust. Almost immediately, he heard activity coming to life all over the house.

He sighed. Such poor security. As he moved forward into the house, he heard an odd sound behind him. Turning, he found that a trapdoor that lead to the cellar had been opened, and a gun was leveled at his head. As he attempted to react, he was jumped from behind. He could feel sharp fangs ripping into his throat, preparing to bite out a few vital bits.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

Now another unexpected turn. Why would he want to come with me?! Dammit! Chewing on my lower lip, I had to think of something but nothing other than kicking him came to mind.

"Dinner sounds nice and I would like to get something to eat as well.." Glancing around, I tried to check on Lance but he still hung there.

"Shouldn't we secure him some other way? We don't want him dead before we get back to Mongrel.." Hesitantly I proded. I needed out of here is what I needed. Paranoid or not, I didn't want to go to Belgium. I wanted to get to the states and that was it.

"We don't need your goons either Willow. It only draws attention to us." I mumbled as I climbed down the stairs and walked right up to his smiling face. I wished I could read minds as well.