Fright Night in Gotham (open)

[motheroftears24]

Name: Arianna Dent

Age: 18 years old

Occupation: Henchwoman for her father

Appearance: http://coreyda.deviantart.com/art/Tattoo-girl-128816523

My father allowed me to have the night off. The night before last, we had a great heist and even eluded Batman. I went to the Stacked Deck to play pool with my boyfriend, James Crane and to enjoy a drink. My father gave the bartender the permission to let me drink. As I was heading in, I got a call from James. He was freaking out.
“I am sorry, babe.” He continued, “My twin sister is missing. I was wondering if you saw her.”.

She was suppose to go to the mall with me today after school. She did not show. My thought was that she had ran off with her boyfriend somewhere. “No, I am afraid not…” I said sadly. He had to go so that they could try to find her. They were having to work alone due to the fact they could not get the police involved. His uncle was helping them find her.

“It is okay, babe…” I added, “Just do what you have to do and I will see you at school tomorrow.”

I cut my night short and decided to head back to the hideout to get some rest. Along the way, I strangely heard someone calling my name. The voice was female and very familiar. “Arianna…” she called out. It was Jennie. It was coming from the dark alley way near Greer Street. She walked out of the alley looking extremely pale. The dress she was wearing was tattered and looked like someone ripped into it her breasts were exposed.

“I am so cold and lonely, Arianna.” She cried, “I need you… I need to feel your warm body against mine.”

I had never had a sexual encounter with another girl let alone had sex with my boyfriend yet. To me, she was obviously not thinking right and I wondered if she was using drugs. I rushed to her. “Honey, we need to get you home.” I said. I had to get her back home. As she walked towards me, someone from the rooftops shot what appeared to be a stake it her heart. I screamed loudly as my friend collapsed at my feet.

I pulled out my gun and took off to where the shot came from, but saw no one. “Dammit!!!” I cried. Luckily, my dad stopped with a new henchman. He had been in the area. “Oh hell…” he said as he looked down at her body. Dad stopped flipping his double sided coin and took a closer look. There was no involving the police because they would arrest us on the spot. We knew a guy who was a criminal doctor, coroner and funeral director.

“Some asshole, shot her from up there and ran off!” I sobbed hysterically. Dad’s new henchman approached the scene as well. He was handsome. He wore a white tank top, jeans, had short black hair, and dark eyes. He seemed to be acting a bit odd about the murder. He looked down at the girl before returning his gaze to me.

Dad took out his phone and called Professor Crane to tell him the bad news about his niece. He did not know what to make of it. He noticed a pair of fang marks on her left breast. “This is bad!” he said realizing that they looked like vampire marks. I looked down and noticed a pair of fang marks on her left breast. Dad was a skeptic. He told us that he thought it could be the work of some person that was wanting to play vampire. I did not know what to believe.

“Jer, take my daughter home.” He said. My dad was going to catch a ride with Professor Crane leaving me alone. I got into the car. I had to admit that I was a bit intimidated by the new guy. He had a darkness to him that excited me yet frightened me. I did not know why. He looked pretty pissed off when he had seen the body.
“I am Arianna.” I said, “We are probably going to be working a lot together.”. I broke the ice because I wanted us to work well together. Things went a lot smoother that way.

(I am needing a dominant male to play the role of Jerry Dandridge. PM me)

 

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[RedXI]

Nighttime in Gotham was a dualistic. It was bright: everything was lit up on the streets like some sort of freakin' carnival: garish and misrepresented, like some sort of festival to excess and decadence. People died, people were mugged, people were raped in the open. It was like these people celebrated violence and death, worshipped it like it was their God, followed closely by Pride and Greed. And that's what made it so dark, dark enough that he almost felt like he was a child, or that he was young, like he hadn't felt in so long.
Sometimes, he thought it was the perfect place to find prey.

Unfortunately for him, tonight just didn't seem to be his night.

Working for the Face, there was no shortage of killing. Working for Face though, there was no privacy. At all. Working for the coin-flipping madman there was no leeway, and he had to do what he was told, and nothing more. No sneaking away, no getting out of work. Maybe he should have been an accountant. But accountants don't work at night.

Maybe his old age was making him careless. Maybe it was hunger, but someone was on to him. And that wouldn't end well for anyone. It probably wouldn't phase him, but it would leave a hell of a lot of mess.

That is, he thought this until it was his boss' daughter's friend that he had caught. Everything had gone downhill, and it was just gaining speed when she was killed.

The girl, Arianna, was distraught, and Two-Face had ordered him to take her home. Just what I need, he thought, his mouth drawn in a tight scowl. He opted to take what the boys joked was a "company car", black and red, fancy, and old-fashioned, with caches that could hold enough weapons to storm Fort Knox on a whim. He loaded himself up in the car, waiting for Arianna, who climbed in the front seat with him.

Her ice breaking attempts were novel, but he wasn't quite in the mood at the moment, but he feigned interest, tried to sort out whom was picking off vampires and when he'd be nexted.

"Yeah, I suppose we will," he said distractly, moving through the heavy traffic of Gotham along Greer Street.

 

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I was still pretty upset and shaken about my friend's death. I was use to death, but not like this... She was staked by someone behind her on a roof top which was pretty fucking low. In fact, she was very much against what me and my boyfriend did for a living, but she was still there for us if we needed someone to talk. I did not know what to make of her death.

My first thought was that Scarecrow pissed someone off and they knew she was his niece. Another thing that bothered me was the marks whether on her breast. She looked pretty damn roughed up before her death which made me wonder if someone or something got to her. I had heard of stranger things. My priority when I was not working was to find out who killed my friend... I was going to ask around school to try to see if I could get any leads to help James. It could also be someone at school that had it out for her as well.

My new colleague seemed very withdrawn about something. He did not say much. "So, did you just move here?" I said. I had never seen him in town before and I knew a lot of people.

 

[RedXI]

Jerry drummed his fingers along the wheel, waiting at a red light as Arianna sat in silence, obviously shaken by what had happened. That was surprising to him, as she was the Face's daughter, and he thought she'd be more used to matters of people being brutally killed in dark alleys. It didn't bother him anymore. But then again, it had been a while since he was technically considered among the human race. She didn't have that perk.

I wonder if that dualistic personality runs in the family? he thought as the light turned green, hitting the accelerator hard and fast, the car lurching forward and getting up to speed, the hum of the engine nonexistant inside the car but sounding like a Panzer tank on the outside. Bulletproof glass had the tendency to block sound waves as well as bullets.

An odd thought struck her as she opened her mouth to speak again. He wondered how she tasted, and inside him that cold aching welled up, the aching to drain blood and savor it. He restrained himself, the muscles in his face tightening as his thoughts went back to the would-be vampire hunter that had taken to the streets of Gotham. It wasn't the Bat, that much was sure. He'd probably be ecstatic that a man (in a manner of speaking) like himself was inside Dent's organization.

"No. I've lived here a while," he said after a moment, his economy with words stunning.

 

[motheroftears24]

I found myself intrigued by him. He was definitely not like any of the guys my father hired in the past. I was trying to remind myself that I had a boyfriend, but it was so hard to when I would be working with a guy that hot looking. I bit my lip thinking some pretty impure thoughts about him. Thoughts of him being my first and wanting to feel him touch me.

I temporarily dismissed the thoughts and began to think of possible leads of who could have done it. It wouldn't have been a mob boss. They were too damn predictable and wouldn't have used such a midieval weapon. If the person was after me, they would have got me then and there.

We soon arrived at my the hideout which was an old apartment building. One half was a bit shoddy looking, the other half was in good repair. Typical of Dad's tastes. I managed a flirtatious smile regardless of what happened. It made me feel a little better.

"Thank you for giving me a ride home." I said, "I will see you tomorrow night."

 

[RedXI]

"Sure," he said as he held the door open for Arianna, his heightened senses catching much more of her scent in his nostrils. Again, that cold fire, almost irresistable, welled up inside him, and it took almost all of his will not to lunge forward and take the girl, for she was just that, draining her drain and making Two-Face know that he was more than a mere henchman, that he was something to be feared, and something that could even keep the Bat at bay.

But he didn't, the cogs of his ancient mind turning like some sinister calculating machine. He got back in the driver's seat of the car, waiting for Arianna's young form to disappear into the bilateral apartment.

Utterly garish, he thought, his expression not changing. He waited, driving forward slowly, not paying attention to the road, like it really mattered. He was waiting, as any good hunter does, for a sign of where their victim might be when the hunt was on. He knew the windows must be blacked out, for safety, but that hardly mattered to him. Even the slightest bit of illumination might be missed by a human, but not him. He saw it, and smirked to himself, unable to contain it, the hunger searing at him like light and fire that welled up in the cold depths of his insides. As he stepped on the accelerator, driving back to The Stacked Deck, he couldn't help but almost smile.

Too easy.

The night passed without incident, Two-Face thanking him for taking Arianna home with a green note pressed into his hand with the one hand, the other, more twisted hand gripping his shoulder tight and saying that he admired what a cold-blooded killer he was, dismissing him for the night.

If only he knew, he'd hold me closer...or stake me himself.

He didn't need a car, so he didn't take one, and nobody asked him differently, because once Jerry was gone, he was gone and they didn't see him until the next night. That's because the Stacked Deck had a fire escape that, although rusty, was easily ascended, supernatural reflexes allowing him to detect joints that would creak before they even vibrated enough to make noise, and just as fast he was onto the next level, jumping from building to building as if the hang was nothing, the fear of falling was nothing. Because to Jerry Dandridge, falling was nothing, and neither was fear. Fear was a weapon he wielded expertly. The majority of the buildings in this area of the City weren't taller than three storeys, so he had no trouble jumping between them. Once he was a reasonably distance from where the Face was holding court, he surveyed an alley, perched many feet above the ground, espying someone that would hold his hunger at bay for the moment: an old drunkard, passed out.

The man didn't notice as his death descended from above, twisting the man's neck as he literally sucked the life out of him, his teeth not only piercing but tearing at the flesh. He wanted to rip this man apart, and by the time he had finished, blood and torn meat was bedraggled about the alley, but not a drop was on Jerry's tanktop. Broken glass was shining dimmly in the alley, giving enough reflection to catch Jerry's lips, licked clean of the vital fluid he had ripped so viciously from the man. He walked out of the alley, crossing the busy street nonchalantly as he blinked, slightly dazed by the light.

As he ducked into the space between another two shabby buildings, he took swiftly to the air, jumping fully to hang onto the lower of the two, powerful and supernaturally strong legs carrying him nearer and nearer to his destination: the hideout, where no doubt young Arianna was alone and unaware that the man who had been silent and taciturn was no waiting to feed on her blood.

He had to think how the Bat couldn't find out where Two-Face slept when it was so horribly obvious one you saw it: half shady, half well-kept. The roof was more than accessible, and he landed lightly atop it, perching slightly to survey the streets for passersby, police, and the Face himself. Judging that he had enough time, he started scaling down the walls, his hands holding him up, and perched in the inlet outside a blackened window, just around the corner from the street. It was the only one in the building that had that indetectable glow, and he knew whom had to be residing there.

He thought she had to be asleep. It had been 3 hours since he had brought her home, and he had taken some time to get here. He pressed a hand gently against the window, and felt the characteristic vibration of music and the warmth of light inside.

How to proceed was a different story, but one he did not get to consider that night. A car pulled up as he pondered, one like unto the one he had driven here earlier in, just nicer, with a dichotomous paint job.

Fuck, he thought. He jumped up swiftly, and was gone from the apartment. He knew he could handle Two-Face, Arianna, and whomever else was there to guard the boss, but he honestly didn't want to. The thought filled him with malaise, and he liked seeing the futility of both Two-Face trying to get the better of Batman and Batman trying to apprehend Two-Face. It gave him something else to do at night.

 

[motheroftears24]

I went into the apartment building. My dad and I stayed in the penthouse. My phone began to buzz. I had two text messages. One from dad telling me that he was going to be home soon and asked me what I thought of the new guy. I replied telling him good night and told him that I would get to know him more the next night. Another from an unknown number. I was infuriated by the message that I recieved. "I saved your life...". The number was a blocked number so I could not call.

I kept the message to let dad see it in the morning. I did not know if this person was being serious or fucking with me to try to get something out of me. Regardless, whoever sent me the text was going to pay. Before going to bed, I decided to unwind by listening to some music and and take a shower. I hooked my Ipod up to the large stereo system. I listened to Dio, Motorhead, and some Rob Zombie. I checked out the window to make sure that no one was watching me. I did not see anybody. I turned on the water and stripped out of my tank top which I had cut to show the tattoos that I recently got on my stomach, jeans, panties, and bra. I grabbed a black lace night and a pair of black lace panties. I put on my nightie and panties. I turned of the music. Occasionally, dad did not mind listening to it himself, but with the night we were having it was wise that it was off. I moved it to my room and had it at a descent volume. I changed it to some slow, but heavy stuff.

I massaged my clit drifting off to sleep. I had very naughty dreams about the new henchman. In the dream, the sex was rough… That was the way I wanted my first time to be. I was extremely pain tolerant considering all the tattoos that I got. I imagined him taking me in my bedroom after an intense and successful heist. I could see him tearing my clothes off and kissing me passionately. He made me go to my knees and suck him off before fucking me. I was soon awakened by the voice of my father outside of the door. “Is everything okay in there?” he asked. I positioned the blanket modestly so that he could come in to inform me of what was going on. I turned off my music.

“The funeral is going to be held on Saturday.” He added, “I met with the other villains about searching the city for the person that did this. For now on, I would really like for you to have someone with you because Jennie wasn’t the only one found with those marks. They found guys who had just walked out the bar, prostitutes, and even some of your classmates. Who knows what the fuck happened to her before she was staked. ”

I told dad about the way she was acting and even showed him the message. He agreed that the whole deal was pretty fucked up. I personally thought it was a random occurrence because crime was very frequent of course. He left the room allowing me to sleep.

The next day, I began grilling possible enemies of Jennie including her abusive ex-boyfriend, Karl Slade. I talked to these people between classes. Nobody knew anything and it seemed that Karl changed his attitude getting involved with a girl from our class that was a dominatrix. He expressed no interest in wanting to hurt her anymore. “Damn it all…” I thought by the end of the day. I went home discouraged as hell. I had to get ready. Daddy needed to meet with me and the new guy to discuss plans for the next heist that came up. I put on a tight black spaghetti strapped top and a short red plaid skirt with chains on it. At 9 PM, Dad sent the guy to pick me up.

“I never got your name last night..” I said to him as I got in next to him.

 

[RedXI]

His sleep had been glorious last night, despite the interruption of Two-Face coming home to check on his daughter, and for all his criminal planning, he seemed inept to knowing that a supernatural predator had been stalking his prey, the apple of his eye. Or eyes, really, because Jerry was more than convinced that there was no longer one person called Harvey Dent in that bifocated skull. There were two people who were totally different, something that he wasn't even sure Arianna knew.

He also thought that coin was weighted, but he couldn't prove anything.

He awoke around 6:30 that evening, yawning mightily, the night falling outside as his well-developed timesense told him. He left one window in his apartment unblacked, with automated shutters, that every evening at 7 he opened. They creaked upon, the motors running almost silently even to his ears, and the dull gray of twilight seeped into his apartment in a streak. He stretched one finger forward, the remains of the light of day causing a slight tingling on his cold, smooth skin, which had not seen the light of day for a thousand years. But even as the tingling came, it started to subside, the light failing quickly. He had an appointment for a meeting with the boys, Two-Face and Arianna tonight, but that wasn't for a few hours, and there was a lovely young woman who lived in the penthouse two buildings away who had no boyfriend and no family to speak of, who was just begging to die.

As Jerry grew in years, the hunger did not abate. It grew with him, but so did his will to control it. He could go without feeding for a while, longer than many others, but not forever. He exited the large yet unobtrusive apartment, the overhead lighting a small discomfort, the ultraviolet radiation it emitted much less than that of the sun but many more times that of a normal incandescant bulb. The waiting in the elevator was mildly painful, and as he descended the long way, gazing at the burnished metal doors and the absence of any person reflected in them. It made him good at being a criminal, and especially good at being what he was. No records, you see. The only place he could not go was the homes of others, a fact which pained him. But, the woman in the penthouse had seen him walking one night, inviting him up for coffee.

An invitation she had not revoked.

A similar trip presented itself in the apartment building that was separated from his by another, of less stature. He traveled upward, not able to check his appearance but knowing it was impeccable: jeans, stylish, t-shirt, plain white and crisp. Jacket, leather, easy to conceal any weapon he decided to carry, especially the revolvers he so favored in his new line of work.

A knock on the door, and recognition. The young woman, petite, who had a good career but a secret disliking of herself coupled with low esteem of others made her ripe for the picking, and even as the door shut, he was upon her, holding her down, at her neck, teeth piercing her skin and drinking of the vitae in her veins. The neck was the best place, in his opinion. No bones or cartiliginous plates to pierce, and close enough to the heart that it almost burned, the warmth so different from his own utter coldness that it filled him with the desire to drink deep, piercing her again and again with his mostly deadly of weapons as she struggled by the door, but she could not scream, and otherworldly strong hand over her mouth, blocking any sound she would make. As she got weaker and weaker, he drank less and less, and before she was fully dead but not yet expired due to blood loss, his hand went to the top of her head, as if to comfort her, but instead it gripped like a vice and twisting her head around three-hundred and fifty-eight degrees, breaking her neck silently, her struggle ending, her life passing away like a light switch being cut, the circuit breaking instantly. He checked his lips, and left, hailing a cab to take him to pick up a company car.

He drove swiftly through the city, aimlessly though, until the text came from one of his cohorts. It read one word: "Arianna". He made his way back to the hideout, and waited for the girl, dressed in white yesterday, now dressed in black. He'd bet money that she didn't have any other colors in her wardrobe.

"The name's Dandridge, Jerry Dandridge," he said, a bit more cordially, his bad mood from yesterday passing like a storm cloud driven away by strong winds.

 

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I got into the car. Things were not as tense as they were the night before last. “It is nice to meet you, Jerry.” I said with a smile. Tonight we were only preparing for the heist. We had to be considering security was going to be tight. We had to meet at Pier 22 which was one of many hideouts that my father had in the city.

I received a text. As I reached down, my hand brushed against Jerry’s hand. It was so cold, but I thought it was from the night air. I shivered a bit. I looked to see that it was James. He asked me what I was up to. I told him that I was busy and that I would contact him later. He did not show up to school to help his mom. We arrived at the hideout. My father was waiting along with his other two henchmen, Damien and Danny.

He had a diagram marking every possible area that needed to be watched especially the roof because of Batman. The place we were robbing was the Second National Bank due to it getting a large shipment of cash that was going to be brought in the next day, but of course we had to go in at night. There would be one guarding the roof. There would be two guarding the exits on the lower level. I would be going in with dad since I was good at cracking safes. Another thing we were going to be doing was trying to help Scarecrow find out who killed his niece. Usually, dad was not too thrilled when it came to occasionally having to help the other villains but when it came to their families it was a different story.

Dad seemed unusually weary this evening. Even though the darker half knew I could take care of myself, the good side was very worried. I noticed him call for Jerry come with him to talk to him.

 

[RedXI]

"Jer," the boss said, beckoning him over. He tried hard not to roll his eyes. He hated that nickname, a mere child to him addressing him with such a lack of respect. However, he knew that Dent meant business, and now, his first heist, a raid on a bank, and a particularly dangerous one, that would doubtless attract the attention of Gotham's Dark Knight: Batman.

"Jerry," he said when they were out of earshot. "I want you on the ground," he said in his well-mannered voice. "You've got good eyes, and can take down any..." he paused for a moment, the more sadistic side taking over. "...any of those pigs if they try to stop us!" He cackled, smiling horridly, and turned, but Jerry caught him in an instant.

"No," he said laconically. "You want me on the roof. I'm your best chance against the Bat." At the mention of the crusader, Dent's gaze on both sides turned sour.

"Damien has more experience with all that nonsense the Night Rat can deploy!" he growled menacingly.

"And he's also a moron. I will be on the roof. I will guard against the Bat. I will be able to kill him," Dandridge replied darkly. Two-Face pondered it silently, pulling out the double-sided coin.

"Heads, you'll take over the roof. Tails, I kill you right where you stand for your presumption." Without waiting for an answer, the coin went into the air, spinning fast to Two-Face and any onlookers, slow to Jerry, as slow as if time was dilating as it had for a thousand years.

He knew the result before it was even revealed. It had landed on the scarred hand, covered by the unmarred hand. An unspoilt head stared at them when the hand pulled away.

"The roof, then, Jer," he said and walked away, before turning around again. "And one more thing. My daughter. You're her personal guard and driver until further notice. Somebody's trying to spoil my dear little family...and I won't have that, understand? At night's, you'll look after her." He turned, without waiting for an answer, and Jerry rolled his eyes. He hated babysitting.

 

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I could not hear too much of the conversation. I saw him flip his coin. Occasionally not a good thing. It made me worry a little. It was not long before dad called me over.

"I am having Jerry watch over you." he continued, "It could have possibly been a random attack, but I am not taking any chances. I honestly don't know about James protecting you due to the state he is in after the death of his sister. I don't want his emotions to get the best of him and losing you in the process.".

I was opposed to it a bit because I could handle myself, but it was a perk to have Jerry watching over me because he was freakin hot. "Okay, dad. Whatever you think is best." I said. That was the one thing that he was not divided on which was taking care of me. I texted James. He texted back, "But, I can handle guarding you. It was out of jealousy. If it got too out of hand, then I did not need him in my life. A darker part of me was wanting me to end it right away because I wanted something much more. Something that James good not offer. He was too much like his Uncle in the fact that he was so awkward and shy. I had tried to get him to make love with me before. He was not ready.

I replied back telling him that his mother really needed him. Since the death of Professor Crane's brother things were tough. She was already in a fragile emotional state. Jennie's death made it worst. It led to an argument, but he got the point and left it alone.

Dad asked me where I was needing to go. I told him that I only wanted to get a drink and to go home. I could tell that Jerry was not thrilled with the idea, but I would try to make it up to him anyway possible. It would give us a lot more time to get to know each other. "If you want, I will buy you a drink as well." I said.