When Darkness Falls

[Ithica]

Elizabeth

Elizabeth listened to the strange things Kyrev said and asked,

"Can you show me where you sent them? Maybe they will be there."

 

[Screech]

Kyrev shook his head. "No, they won't be there. My doctor fried knows about... things. People who arrive in the middle of the night don't tend to stay until after morning unless they really need to. I think the church was the best bet"

 

[Ithica]

Elizabeth

"Ok, to the church then."

She said and walked out of the hospital with Kyrev towards her car.

"Thanks for going with me. I figure since you haven't tried killing me yet, you should be fine. When is your birthday?"

 

[caela]

Yawning softly Dria stretched as she rose from her bed. She could feel the night stretching out around her house and a smile curved her lips. There was a scent of expectation that hung heavy in the air and she was certain that much had happened while she slept and looked forward to finding out just what. Still first she needed a snack.

Drawing a very brief silk robe around her body she wondered if her guest had risen yet and decided that she would leave him be. If he hadn't risen she wouldn't wake him and if he had it was just as likely that he had left as that he was still here.

Making her way to her fridge she pulled out a donation bag of chilled blood and sucked it down quickly trying not to shudder. It gave her strength and one bag would do for a pick-me-up but never for true sustenance. Still it was like her morning coffee. She had to have it. Shaking off the shiver that ran down her spine she tossed out the bag and made her way to her library. She wasn't quite ready to go out for the night yet and simply curled up with a book.

She couldn't read it however, her mind kept drifting back to the night before and she wondered if and when she would hear from Darius once more.

 

[Screech]

Kyrev followed Elizabeth to her car, and chuckled to himself. Hadn't tried to hurt her! Of course not. Vampire he may be, but merciless killer he was not. Like most of his kind who are older, he had a particular quirk, and that was that he wouldn't feed from anything unless dead, or freely given.

Her question of his birthday was a bit odd, but it was better to be truthful than lie and see it come back to bite you. "October 13th"

he climbed into the passenger side of the car and buckled himself in, waiting for her to do the same.

"...1807"

 

[Mystical Avalon]

The sword missed by mere inches as it cut deep into Lorien' chest. Blood began to spill onto the ground where she lay and the pain began to subside. Shocked, still reeling from the blow to the head, she found that the oozing blood was the reason for her ailment.

Sighing a truley fucked up sigh of relief, she spoke to each of them with what strength she could muster.


"Something in that church was wrong. Those low lifes, they had something wrong with them. The priest, will he live?" her voice coming in great gasps as the wound began to heal itself. Slower than usual, for she had suffered a great deal.

Reaching for the sword, she pulled gingerly releasing it from her chest.

"Dahmnall, a great man. Thank you. If I ever know who to call in case of a wanted death, I have your cell number" she said. Even in crisis she could always find some sarcasm.

She closed her eyes, laying on the cool ground listening to her breath come in and out of her body. The men climbed quickly back into the car and sped off to get help for the fallen priest. When she could walk, she would find the female cop. Something was so off kilter about the events that had been happening, she needed someone with a real head on their shoulders.

God help them all. Someone would need to.

 

[Ankara]

Fry

Sylvia leaned into Fry's room,"The children are in the guest room."

Fry flew off the bed and ran down the hall to Amelia's room and burst into the room, "Emma, Maggie!"

 

[rengadeirishman]

dahmnall

"Killing does seem to be my specialty." dahmnall said, cleaning his sword quick and putting it away. He climbed into the car, shaking his head "Crazy bitch." he said as they sped off

 

[Ithica]

Amelia

When the door opened the girls started to get up. Amelia decided that it had to be Fry and swing hard, hitting him on the back of the head. When he dropped to the ground the girls screamed and Amelia jumped out to catch who ever was behind him. There was no one there so she closed the door and started to search Fry for his gun.

"At least now you can tell them that I hit you and you can stop being such a bastard."

 

[Ankara]

Fry

"At least now you can tell them that I hit you and you can stop being such a bastard."

"Dammit Amelia, are you trying to get yourself killed, what if that was Leola?"
Fry said holding his hand to his head, "God, you could have killed me."

Fry looked up and saw his daughters. He hadn't really beleived that Leola had kept them alive, it had only been a hope. But here they were. Fry got up slowly and walked over to them. "It's ok, everything is going to be ok," He wrapped his arms around both of them and almost started to cry. But he knew he couldn't, he didn't want to panic them.

Emma started to cry for her mother as Fry was rocking them,"It's ok honey, we'll see mommy soon."

 

[Ithica]

Elizabeth

When they got to the car Kyrev answered,

"October 13th."

Elizabeth started to answer when she got into the car and he said,

"1807".

She looked at him, laughed and said,

"Oh yeah, me too. You look good for your age. October 13th... that would make you a Libra. That's good because that would mean that you are nice, gentle, balanced, and rational, if you believe in horoscopes that is.

 

[Ithica]

Amelia

Amelia watch Fry try and comfort his daughters. She glared at him and said,

"Why couldn't you have brought a gun with you? Well, now that you are here you can go along with my plan or I'll hit you again. I'm getting your daughters out of here. You can come along once you find where you miss placed your backbone."

 

[Screech]

"Oh yeah, me too. You look good for your age. October 13th... that would make you a Libra. That's good because that would mean that you are nice, gentle, balanced, and rational, if you believe in horoscopes that is

Kyrev chuckled. "Horoscopes? Well for the most part. You'd be supprised how much the moon and stars can influence some people"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall & Father Patrick

They arrived in front of Dr. Constables house. Dahmnall picked up father patrick and they went to the door "DOCTOR!!!" dahmnall roared kicking the door "DOCTOR!!!"

 

[Screech]

There was a banging at the door again. Second night in a row. Rubbing the sleep from hsi eyes, he staggared out of bed and made his way downstairs. The banging was continuing, and if it kept up, his door was unlikley to survive the night.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming!"

He got to the door and unlatched it, opening it to reveal the man from last night, carrying an elderly priest. His expression changed instantly.

"Get him inside! Quickly! First on the left!"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall & Father Patrick

"Thanks Doc." Dahmnall placed father patrick in the room as ordered. "Can you help him doc? he was attacked in the church by vampires."

 

[Screech]

Dr Constable closed the door and immediatly pulled on his white coat, looking over the elderly priest. Pulling out a pair of scissors, he began to cut o[en the preist's top so that he could get a better view of the wounds. "Vampires did this? Any idea which ones?" He asked as he checked over the brutailised body. Grabbing a swab, he started to clean up some of the blood that, thankfully, wasn't flowing too freely. That ment he still stood a chance of survival. "At least he wasn't fed off of"

 

[Mantra]

Elsewhere....

Alonzo Privoli ran backwards into his lavish penthouse study, slamming the door shut and locking it as he went. Outside, the sounds of sporatic automatic gunfire, fighting and...screams, always screams, continued to reverberate through his home.

'Fuck! This just isn't fucking possible!' he thought to himself. At first he thought that this wierdo was just some serious nut job, I mean, who the fuck would just show up in the penthouse suite of a major criminal and just insist that he, Alonzo Privoli, just pack up and fucking hand everything over to some pasty white crackhead with fucked up white hair! Oh sure, he'd laughed at the dumbass, buy Alanzo sure wasn't laughing now. He'd not been happy about this guy's arrival, not only for the stupidity of his demand, but also because Alanzo was ticked off because this guy had apparently just waltzed through his multi millon dollar condo, with it's expensive, top-of-the-line security system like it was nothing. It was like this crackhead could actually fly or something!

But then it had gotten ugly, and not in the way that Alonzo had planned. He'd told two of his boys to drag the prick outside and fuck him up good, but and that would have been the end of it, but that never happened. Both of his tough guys ended up dead and the crackhead was soon tossing his guys around like they were nothing. Alonzo had never seen anything like it.

That was bad enough, but then it got...bloody, really bloody.

His guys came out in full force, just like they were supposed to do, but no amount of guys, knives, guns or brawling seemed to touch the new guy. Hell, he actually seemed to be enjoying tearing his boys to bloody shreads! The motherfucker had a sword! A motherfucking SWORD of all things, and he was using it to butcher everything in front of him like hogs.

Alonzo practically jumped over the leather sofa in his way as he scrambled to his mahogany desk. Opening one drawer, Alonzo removed a heavy, chrome plated .44 automag and slapped a magazine into the handle. Outside there was the final sound of a shotgun being fired, twice before there was the all too familiar scream of terror and agony, which ended, also all too familiarly, with a sudden fanality.....then there was nothing. Silence.
Alonzo racked the slide of his weapon and waited. Outside, the moon was highlighting the tops of the city skyscrapers. It was a terrific view of the city as seen from four side by side huge window panes and one of the reasons why he had chosen this particular penthouse to live. He liked to look out over his territory and feel superior, but now, Alonzo had the feeling as if those hundreds of cold windows out there were silently watching and waiting...just looking in like bystanders without a care as to what was happening.

Then there was a glow from outside the door, a sickening, red glow which grew deeper and brighter as it came. Alonzo readied his weapon and waited. The door finally opened, without a sound, seemingly heedless of the deadbolt lock he had thrown not but a few moments before. Red light shone in, bathing the entire room in the translucent light and seeming as if the walls, floor and even Alonzo himself, were covered in blood.

And then he was there.

He was just..there! Standing in the doorway. His suit was utterly ruined, bloody, torn and wrecked from the untold blows and shots from the melee outside, but regardless, the motherfucker was still there, seemingly unhurt and smiling at him. Alonzo fired but nothing seemed to happen. He was there, then he was gone, then, There! To the right! Again Alonzo fired and this time a bug screen TV died in a puff of smoke and a flash, but again he was gone, To the left and closer! Another shot and..nothing! Finally he was right in front of him. Alonzo shreaked in frustration and rage, firing twice at point blank and again...worse than nothing.
The shots struck square in the chest, blood splattered out to the front and rear of his victim. Wounds from a gun and at a range that would have killed a rinocerous....
..but he never even stopped smiling.

Dracius ignored the wounds, as he had already done so many times this night and simply brought his sword up in a lazy arch. The gun fell to the floor, with Alonzo's hand still holding it. The mob boss stumbled backwards, cursing and hollering...not that it mattered any.

'You cocksucker! Do you even realize who the fuck I am?!?"

Dracius cocked his head. " Yes." he said. "You are Alonzo Michael Privoli and a member of the Costa Nostra, also sometimes known as the Mafia. Organizationally, you are known quaintly as an underboss."

Then you know you're dead, right? My friends are gonna find you and fuck you up! for this!"

Again Dracius moved in the blink of an eye, suddenly covering the distance between them and seizing the mobster's shirt with one hand, lifting him into the air effortlessly before the frothing spittle from his curses had hit the floor.

"Do I know?" Dracius said mockingly, his own eyes lighting with the same red as from outside the room. " Do I know that you'll be coming for me? Fool! I'm counting on it!"
With that, Dracuis's fangs struck, piercing Alonzo's neck. Dracius drank enough, but did not kill the mobster. Instead, just before death claimed him, Dracuis heaved, flinging Alonzo away from him. One of the windows shattered as Alonzo's body crashed through it and over the balcony outside.....

And the many windows and skyscrapers watched Alonzo's end in cold silence and without a care.

 

[Ankara]

Fry

"They don't let me keep my weapons in the house. What do you think your going to do with that stick against vampires? We have to find another way, your phone is the only one that I can think of right now. Keep my girls in your room, don't let anyone take them out. We'll make this room safe. Just give me a little time."

 

[Ithica]

Elizabeth

"Horoscopes? Well for the most part. You'd be supprised how much the moon and stars can influence some people"

Elizabeth looked over at Kyrev and smiled,

"That was very elegantly put."

and moved her car back towards the church.

 

[Screech]

Kyrev smiled back at Elizabeth as she started the car. His eye wandered breifly to her neck. He hadn't had a drink this night. Well, he had managed to go three nights without feeding before...

He snapped his attention back to the road as they got close to the church. Once again, the heat hit him first, although this time it was subdued as the firefighters had started to get the blaze under control.

"Well. At least the fire has died down..."

******

Sitting on a rooftop across from the church, a character sat who could only really be described as having stepped straight out of a spaghetti western. He had been watching the fire all night. He liked fire. Fire was kinda fun. And whan it's on a building, all the little gnats come out of the woodwork.

Of course, there were a lot of armed personnel down there, and only one of him. Sure, they were just humans, but there's only so many bits you can get blown into, and a gun is still a gun.

Standing up, he dashed over the roof, and lept off, landing well in the street, before dashing away from the scene. He wanted a drink, and he wanted one right now!

 

[Ithica]

Elizabeth

Elizabeth pulled up to the church and got out of the car. She wondered at the strange look Kyrev had given her, like she had something on her neck.

"How are we going to find anything with all of these cops around? I suppose we could find one and ask."

 

[Screech]

Vyrek climbed out of the car and nodded. It would be hard to be inconspicuous here. But, with luck, they should be able to find something out.

Vyrek moved towards one of the officers, trying to look somewhat distraught. "Officer! What happened here? I was supposed to meet a friend in there!"

The offer looked back at him. "Arson"

"Please, has an Irish man call Dahmnall been found in there?"

 

[Mantra]

"Please, has an Irish man call Dahmnall been found in there?"

The officer looked Vyrek over for a moment. "No, or not that I know of. There was just one person here and that was one of our detectives. If you know anything more, would you mind giving us a statement?"

 

[Screech]

Vyrek grumbled to himself. "Sorry. I was just supposed to meet someone here. I don't know anything about what's happened here"