Vampire: The Hunted

[Killingmoon]

Elizabeth O'Sullivan

All senses alert Elizabeth entered her home. There was something afoot tonight...things seemed unbalanced....she didn't like it.
She shed her overcoat, her small delicate frame seeming ever smaller out of the bulk of the heavy fabric.
The heavy blackout curtains were already drawn, ready for the coming of the dawn. She decided to curl up in a large overstuffed armchair with her latest book until sleep befell her.
Her mind was too troubled with thoughts to sleep yet...
She opened up her copy of Sartre's 'No Exit' and began where she'd left off the night before....the fire crackled softy in the fireplace and outside many were still active under the night sky...

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki somehow felt safe now with Damien here taking charge. Which didn't make much sense since she hated him so damn much. Right? And she didn't even want to go into what his smile made her feel.... almost growling out loud in frustration she forced herself to answer his questions. "The internet might hold some sort of clue. Whoever the leader is he is modernized. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to hide so effectively yet completely expose the vampire world." she bit her lip thinking "Other then that gathering info is about the same as it was in your time. Word of mouth and off the streets is the best way to find out anything. He has followers in this city. I've seen them but they alwas somehow get away before I can make them talk. THis is no ordinary enemy Damien." she said softly remembering the death she had seen.

 

[Samael]

Semaj Lunara

I walked the streets of the city. I could smell the unique smell that vampires exude after they have feed. Sometmies it was a benefit, but of late the vampire I am after is on the move. I ry to focus on the hunt, but I keep feeling the draw of someone that I don't know. I eventually leave the hunt and return to my small quarters and hope that the images that are playing through my mind from this other source stops soon so I can sleep.

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

"This is no ordinary enemy, Damien."

He smiled. "Neither am I."

He turned, and paced the room slowly, loosening limbs still somewhat stiff from his long slumber, flexing joints only recently moistened through blood.

"We need to take down this enemy, and quickly, before we can deal with the humans."

War. He had feared it for millenia . . . and now, it seemed, it was out of his hands.

"I'll not have us attacked on two fronts."

War was the art of the mortals . . . they had shown an aptitude for it, an innate skill in it's tactics. Damien had picked some up during his life, but still, the most skilled tacticians he had ever met were mortals. Cipio, Alexander III of Macedonia, Hector of Troy . . . he would wish to have even one of them here now.

Perhaps it was due to their tenuous grasp on life itself . . . some form of innate survival instinct, or just a drive for the material . . . either way, they had the gift.

He would need his own army, and the minds to guide it.

"We need to perform a summoning. Usually three Ancients are needed," he turned to look at the young one. "You'll have to do."

Shylah stepped toward him, expectantly. He reached out his hand to cup her head, and held out his other hand to Nikki.

"Come to me . . ."

 

[Jefftheman]

Lucius Alexandrei

It was a good view, he thought. The city had its own modernized charm, with the traffic lights, cars, and the tall, brick buildings. From the top of the abandoned office building he took refuge in, he could see for a couple of miles, which was surplus for what he was looking for.

His search started three years ago, with a vivant mental image of his face and his name, yet he had never met the man. The image had came to him during a violent dream, and the name: engraved in the wood flooring by his nails during a seizure, while having the dream. Lucius, hoping that this was some sort of sign, set out to find this man, hoping he had some sort of idea what he was and his past.

Lucius' sword was made with German steel, engraved with traditional vapiric runes, and stained with the blood of humans and vampires; a sign that he was not really on anyone's side. His skill with the sword made him an excellent hired killer, which he was at one point, but stopped when the innocent where on his list. His side arms, twin, large-calibured, silver pistols, where always at his waist or in his hands; loaded, safety off.

The sun was going to rise within a few hours, so Lucius went down the back of the building, on to the streets, in hopes of finding anyone by the name of the vampire: Damien. He had no idea how close he really was...

 

[Samael]

As I lay in my small room on layers of sleeping bags and blankets on the floor of my room. Never wanting to sleep in a bed, it just felt wrong. I looked out the window and remembered the days when I walked with my clan and slept under the stars in the mountains of my homeland.

As I fall asleep and enter REM the dream starts. I am walking through an old village in Europe and can see the bodies thrown everywhere, it is the Blood Moon and my pulse is racing and wanting to force the change of my body, but I resist. I can see the puncture marks on the necks of the bodies, then the scent fills my nostrils and I race to follow it. I run into the surrounding forest and am face to face with the vampire I hunt.

I know his name now, it is Damian Kane. I know his scent anywhere, and I know the scent of his children now too. It seems that for whatever reasons the Mother Goddess has imbued these into me and nothing else. I feel her affront of his kind and how badly she wants him dead for good.

Then in the clearing walks a man with sword and he speaks in German and the two begin to battle. I can seet he vampiric glyphs and know it to be a good strudy sword that has taken many lives. I feel drawn to him.

I suddenly sit up and am solidly awake and know that somehow I must find a man named Lucius with the German sword that kills vampires.

OOC: Jefftheman, hope you don't mind if so, please let me know and I can change it.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki completely agreed that Damien was no normal enemy. Pacing as he was she could sense the coiled power and strength. The complete confidence in his abilities. She felt like a moth drawn to the flame. And when he held out his hand she merely stared at for a moment. She had never touched him besides when she had tried to kill him. She somehow felt this would be so much different. However none of that mattered now, she was putting her trust in him and damn her other feelings. She stepped up next to him accepting his hand avoiding his eyes because she didn't know what might be in hers.

 

[Jefftheman]

Lucius Alexandrei

The streets where nearly deserted. A few drunks hanging on the corners where the alleys and streets meet, the occasional speedily-travelling man, all where wary of what comes out at night. Lucius was heading towards the more urban area. Clubs and residence where commonplace, making it the most likely place to find Tiernan Damien.

Just a few blocks down came loud music, a good sign of a club. The name of the club: Legacy's, was written in cheap neon lights, which is the stereotypical look for the modern clubs now-a-days. Just by looking at the parking lot beside the club, he could tell who was in there: teenagers, all-nighters; anybody looking for a cheap drink in the middle of the night. Cheap, sporty two-seaters, wild looking sports bikes... and a van. The van was a dark grey, tinted windows, completely out of place in the lot. The windows, being slightly rolled down, let out radio communication from within.

" Vallen...you there? We need that body in for examination soon. Where there any bite marks on any of the victoms? Vallen, come in!"

A hunter. The idea of leaving this van alone was too tempting. Lucius turned around, and left the lot and back to the street. The valet, althought, was not obliged to let intrusions go unnoticed. The valet man went into the club quickly, and addressed the owner , giving him a very detailed report of the intruder.

To Dunchad: Awesome idea, I don't mind at all. This story is
going to get fun fast.

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

She stepped into his hand with her eyes downcast. He could smell uncertainty on her, briefly, but it was quickly overpowered. He couldn't help but be impressed.

He cupped her head in the same way as he had done Shylah.

Then the Summoning began.

Three minds became one, thoughts merging, swirling togetrher briefly, then separating. Their souls thrummed together, as if a giant hand had plucked at them.

Damien took them deeper into their subconscious, primal mind . . . the place where their raw power came from. It washed over them, trying to overpower them. But, with difficulty caused by the Young One, he reigned it in.

The Summoning would be weaker than would be capable with three Elders, but it would suffice for a short range Summoning.

He immediately felt the others nearby . . . mostly younger, and quite a few of them afraid at the power they felt. Because of the nature of the summoning, he was able to tell that none were a danger to him.

He sent out his location, and requested their presence. One by one they assented.

Then he felt it. An Ancient, like him. Malevolent and twisted. Powerful. It was the enemy.

He broke contact, his eyes opening slowly. The enemy hadn't gotten a location, but the Summoning had been cut short.

"He's close to us . . . perhaps in this very city . . ."

He knew the others had felt it as well.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

An Entrance....

Micaelae stalked the streets,wiping his mouth clean as he dropped the human thief he had caught trying to steal to the ground."Dammit...you didn't taste good, too much greasy food makes your blood salty"He grinned a bit,then cracked his neck loudly as the small microphone in his ear buzzed."Mic?you there?"


"Of course my Dear,merely getting something to eat"He said quietly as his partner,Lucia,sighed, exasperated"You idiot!your going to get caught if you keep feeding so openly."

"yes yes worry worry Mother hen,I assure you I am fine"He leaped up on to the top of a building and sighed,watching the strong spotlights and barricaded silver fences of the most important buildings of the city.Humanity was scared of the Dark."Tell me,where are you right now Lucia?".
"Right at my apartment,why?"
"Oh nothing,just checking De-....."

He cut off,turning with an almost audible snap.

"Damien?...When did he awaken?"He shook his head,feeling the weak brush of a small Summoning."Lucia,I will be out of contact for a while,pelease do not worry."
"But Mic,whose Damien?Mic?"

The speaker spoke into empty air,the small earpiece hidden behind a crumbling chimney as the vampire leaped from building to building towards the source of the Summoning.

ahh so Damien has awakened,I wonder what caused it? he thought as he landed outside The building Damien's summoning had come from.

He drifted across the space from the roof of one building to a set of large windows facing the sitting room of the house,turning upside down to observe the security from a new angle.He scanned it and easily tore out the security wire wihtout tripping it,and calmly opened the window while floating upside down,looking in on the three startled vampires."ahh Damien I presume,i have not had the honor to meet you in person,but you are well spoken of,well, Were well spoke of."He smiled calmly at three vampires.

 

[Samael]

After cleaning up quickly I do my prayers to my ancestors, might not be with my people, but can still observe our ways. I grab my gear and head out. I know that the curfew is in effect, but I have to find Lucius.

I remember in my dream he was also walking the streets and checking out night clubs. So I head to the first one I can find. It is dark and desolate and I can hear the pounding of the music through the walls. I sniff the air, thankful for that side effect of my curse. I can smell the blood drinkers, but they are lethargic as though they are drugged. Then I realize that the only way a vampire could be drugged is through they're victim.

I decide to stake the club out and wait to see if Lucius will appear. I climb a building across the way and make myself comfortable on the rooftop and hope that my ancestors are still with me.

 

[Paendragon]

Damien released the two ladies, when the vampire dropped to the ground.

"Welcome," he whispered. "Yes, I'm awakened . . . and hunted."

He stepped toward the man. "Tell me what you know of our situation, Young One. And whom is this vampire who has brought this down upon us?"

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Micaelae sighed and stretched liek a cat,resting against one wall.

"ah yes...straight to the point aren't we Damien?I know some things,but not much."He looked at the three.

"Of course...It's much more then most know"He smiled and leaned forward a bit."It will cost you,but not much.I don't like him either,and yes it's a he. His name is Marco,and he is supposedly an aincent,maybe as old or older then yourself Damien.And he is reviving the old Ways.You know,hunting human's,killing as many as we can feast upon and still live until next season.But that's just rumor.I have Some clues.One is that I know where he operates from,and Two that he uses humans in a large corporate building.The human's think he is an "eccentric" who likes the nightime hours."

"Also,the twenty million in human currency to the eradication of vampires(those who are not in league with him)belays suspicion,along with the few deaths by any too Curios humans."

He watched them with a calm look."Now shall we do business?I can tell you more...so much more"

 

[Paendragon]

Damien Kane

He shook his head. Marco. He knew no Ancient named Marco. Odd.

"Business? My business is the survival of our kind, Young One. And the destruction of this Marco."

He felt others coming, but from great distances. Not time to wait. They will be able to find him when they arrive . . . it's an effect of the Sumoning.

"Now, we turn the Hunters into the Hunted."

He looked to Shylah. "Are the vaults secure?"

She nodded.

"Good. I will reward anyone who brings me one of these Hunters. Make it known."

 

[DarkThoughts01]

"A reward?How interesting..."He grinned softly and stretched.

"Oh don't worry Damien,i didn't say to pay me now , I work on credit. Survival comes first of course.

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a slim phone and flipped it open witha click,dialing a quick code.
"Ah Lucia my dear how are you?"He held the phone away as she yelled,mostly about how stupid and reckless he is and how she worried etc. etc."

He waved his hand to the vampires next to him.Lucia subsided on the line and he brought the phone gingerly back to his ear."Feel better?.....yes I thought so, Now listen,please get everything we have on marco...yes That Marco.....oh and dig a little my Dear,I won't ask how you do it,the inventiveness of the short lived I gather....uhuh.....right.."He flipped the phone shut with a sigh and slipped it back away."She worries to much,but she's a nice girl."

"hmmm Damien a reward?so quaint,but I think I like it.But...For now,much more interesting Information surrounds you Damien,If you don't mind I shall stick close by...?"



(sorry all,holidays and such.Happy Holidays all^_^[happy chrismaquanzakanahodan or wahtever^^]

 

[Lady_Siren]

After the summoning Nikki took a step back shaken by sure personal contact with an ancient. No that wasn't it... it was contact with Damien. He did this to her. Before she had a chance to anazlyze that another vampire showed up. She backed up a little into the shadows watching his exchange with Damien. Marco was his name then. The name was vaguely familier but the feeling was fleeting. It was as if her mind immediatly hid from the name. Frowning slightly she shook her head. This was just turning into one crazy night.