When Darkness Falls

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

Dahmnall got up and walked with her, but after about 50 yards he fell to his knees again "GODDAMN, FUCKING VAMPS!" he yelled. He then proceded to curse them with every available curse in both english and irish. He got back up and tried to keep walking. "I am sorry you ever had to learn about this side of the world, Ami." he said with a pain and tenderness in his voice, that surprised him.

 

[Ithica]

Amelia stepped over and put an arm around him and drew his arm across her shoulders.

Let me help you.

She felt kind of silly trying to help the six foot man that only a few minutes ago had been flipping a car around. But she also felt silly about losing it and taking off.

"I am sorry you ever had to learn about this side of the world, Ami."

Amelia thought back to her case and the pictures she saw and answered Dahmnall,

"I'm already in that side of the world."

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Bastard got me good" dahmnall said through clenched teeth, back at Amelias car. "Ami reach into my pocket and pull out my flask if you would."

 

[Ithica]

"Ami reach into my pocket and pull out my flask if you would."

Amelia reached into his coat pocket and took out the flask. She took a swig of it, coughed a little, and handed it over.

"I guess I know now what you have to confess about."

She opened up the trunk of her car and went through the first aid kit. She took out some bandages, cotton, and antisceptic.

"So wonderboy, do you have accelerated healing with those super powers or do I have to take you to the hospital."

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Irish whiskey, the finest,"dahmnall said tipping it to her then taking a big swig. "And as a matter of fact, i do heal faster then humans do, at least i will until dawn." he said with another swig "God that hurts." he said with a chuckle. "Come on, cop lady, you must know about some 24 hour diner. I need bangers, hash browns and could use an Irish coffee," He said shaking the flask.

 

[Ithica]

She poured the antisceptic on his shoulder and bandaged him up quickly.

"You drink too much, get in my car. I do know a diner. What exactly happens at dawn?"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"I have alot of pain to kill." Dahmnall said getting in the car. He proceded to bang his shoulder on the door frame "FECKING HELL!!!" he swore loudly. "At dawn my vampiric powers that i recieved from being bitten the first time go away and im just a normal hunter."

 

[Mantra]

Purgatory was one of many clubs and entertainment businesses in the so called 'Red Light' district of the city. As such, it was more lower class than clubs like the Purple Dragon or the like, but then again, the customers who came here were interested in more than just a opportunity to pay $20.00 for a drink and dance on an overcrowded floor.

Unlike last time, Dracius entered alone, passing through a back door, away from any of the slobbering mortals and down to the office hidden beneath the club and smiled, holding out his hands to the woman there to meet him.
"Vivian, my beautiful child. It is always good to see you."

Vivian took Dracius's offered hands, returning the smile warmly, revealing the tips of her own fangs. In life, Vivian had been a very attractive and high-priced call girl but her once-upon-a-time pimp had repeatedly slashed the right side of her face with a razor before dumping bleach over the injuries, ending her career. In the end however, she had gotten her revenge. Vivian had hired three fresh out of prison bull queers and...well, let us just say that the sodomy and torture had lasted nearly a week before Vivian was satisfied to let him die. It was a scheem and execution so insideous that it had even inpressed Dracius.

Dracius turned her on the spot. Now she was in charge of a portion of Dracius's forming empire.

"Dracius, my Master, my Father, welcome." Vivian purred, but her ruined face only allowed a half-smile. "Things are progressing smoothly. The strip clubs are only the front of our new underworld here. I have made inroads into both street prostituion as well as escort services. Austin has provided me with some of his narcotics dealers and between cocaine and sex trade, we are developing a decent network of informants, gossip and blackmail."

Vivian led Dracuis into her office as she spoke, offering him a chair and producing a champaigne flute filled with deep red liquid.
"I also have what is due to you father." she continued, bringing out a thick envelope as well as a small bag. The envelope had several high dollar amount traveler's checks and money orders. Given the nature of Vivian's operations, even the legal ones, were not best connected to Dracius's legitimate front companies. Mortal authorities and masses were fickle and hypocritical., condemning and decrying the very vices that they themselves fawned over.
The bad contained a wide varitety of valuables and jewelry. Watches, rings, money clips, pageer, earings, tie tacks, cell phones, etc, etc. It was amazing what was passed on in pawn shops and strip clubs in order to get one more lap dance or drink after last call.

Dracius smiled. All in all, the trinkets did not overly impress him. It was power he craved, not shiny whatsit's. Vivian was showing off, and Dracius knew it, but he admired her deviousness, so made a show of admiration. Besides, it was not good policy to let her know that one of her tricks did not work on him.

"And one more thing, a gift for you." and she offered a thinner envelope, her half smile curving mischeviously. Dracius opened it, taking out and looking through the four photographs within. They depicted a fifty-something man with a naked twenty something woman as well as a suggestive amount of white powder on a nearby table top.

Dracius raised an eyebrow. "Who is this my dear?"
Vivian's smile twisted from mischevious to malicious. "Why none other than Councilman Murphy, my father. I think we might find him much more agreeable to any suggestions we have in the future."

Dracius smiled, that was more to what he preferred. "I am well pleased with your gift, but I am no fool. What do you want?"
Vivian smiled, tipping her head and looking coy and shy as her hair fell forward, partly obscuring her face. It was a well practiced move which had won her many favors and gifts in her mortal days.
"There is something father. There is a club in the uptown section, the Purple Dragon. One of my dealers was killed after I sent them to scout out potential markets. Thinking it might have been a fluke, I sent a second, but he met the same fate. Neither were robbed, so I suspect it is a message. I have done some checking and I suspect something is going on, which has little to do with the mortals within."

DRacius considered this as he placed the envelops into his coat pockets.
"Perhaps I shall look into this."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Cecillia watched in shocked amusement as the hunter made quick work of the renegade vamp. How silly she thought. Do they never learn? You can not attack a hunter in the dark, its always best to wait until dawn. But again who besides her could walk about in the light undetected? Oh, yeah she had killed her share of hunters in her day, she was a bold yet stealthy killer. Messy though. She wandered out of hiding just in time to see Alexandira making her way towards the park. A little more fun, just this once she thought. With a spring in her step she fell into time with her and folowed her.

She watched silently as she worked over the punks leaving them on the tables. Ah, to be so young and cautious. She was old. Older than most but not oldest. By no means was she oldest. A thought ran in her mind, the oldest, the one her parents served. The oldest. The name evaded her mind as she saw the girl wander past the tables and into the night.

She smiled, this would be great fun after all, she was not one to be balked now was she?

 

[Mantra]

Dracius had left his bodyguards and his mercadies behind to handle some of his final business deals and financial arrangements. Now he was alone, and preferrred it that way really. He often suffered the company of inferiors, because it was a nessessary evil to do what had to be done. This was vampire chess after all, and Dracius had had centuries of playing this particular game.

Now, he stood at the very corner of one of the many uptown buildings, staring down at the mortal world, some five stories beneath him. The wind flailed out his trenchcoat and ponytail behind him as he just...stood.

And watched...and felt...and waited.

 

[Ithica]

Amelia took him to a diner on the other side of town. Usually a few of its customers were cops but it was quiet this early in the morning with only four other customers. The waitress took their order and left.

"You said that you were the way you were because of your DNA. Does that mean the rest of your family is like you?"

Amelia grinned when she tried to picture Father Patrick flipping a car or killing a vampire.

 

[Countrytwilight83]

Giddian looked around the warehouse. It was unfortunate that the entire building was empty. He slung his rifle over his shoulder tying it back. There would be no need to keep it in his hands as he looked around more. He headed up the staris in the back of the ware house. A few rooms lie in wait as he poked around. There was a few signs that each room had been used quite recently, but nothing lie around pointing him in another direction.

He looked in the small tableside desks and found only a few small viles of blood. Who ever lived here must keep them i times of need. He pocketed them wishing he had some type of poison he could place in them. Shaking his head he turned and left the room he was in to explore the second room.

In here, all he came across was a matteress. There ws no table like the last room had, but it did have a door leading into the third room. The third room however held many staffs. A few of these staffs had blades on the top of them. Obviously these were fighting staffs. Giddian untyed his rifle from his shoulder. He took the shoulder harness off of it and used it to tie more than half of the staffs together.

He grabed up the staffs he had just tyesd together and tyed his rifle on the top of the bundle. Then with his free hand, he took as many of the remaining staffs that stood in the corner. By the time he was finished, there were only about 6 of the staffs remaing. Smiling at his luck to disarm them without a fight, Giddian turned to leave the warehouse and get back to his own house. He could come back in a few days and see if he could fight them with the advantage of being the only one to have a weapon.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"No its a mutation, and the strength comes from my near turning when a vampire bit me." He said pouring whiskey into his coffee, "But my whole family are or were Slayers, and even the ones who arent active, are trained and know about this side of the world." he said taking a sip of his coffee, "Thats how my father was killed, and most likely why Seamus disappeared."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Walking slowly, Cecillia tried to put the name with her memory. She had been a gift to their employer, ans was a little certain her father was that very one. She sought comfort in what memory she could draw up as she strode to the girl in the pink top. She smiled her polite smile as she spoke a hello. When the girl turned, Cecillia grabbed her and plunged into her. No remorse and no subtleties. She drank until there was nothing left and threw her to the ground. She would follow this path, the one she was currently sharing with Alexandria until she bored of it.

 

[Ithica]

The waitress came back and to refill the coffee and when she left Amelia asked,

"Will the bite you got tonight affect you too? What are slayers? How can I spot vampires?

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"I dont know if the bite will effect me yet, most likely not, because i have built a resistance to vampire venom." he said pouring more whiskey into his coffee "Slayers are humans who dedicate themselves to the destruction of vampiric evil. They learn about the occult and vampirism. They learn fighting skills, and other more arcane knowledge." he said taking a swig of coffee and lighting a fresh cigarette. "Now you probably won't recognize a vampire, unless they're close to you. They are generally pale, with pointed teeth and sharper nails. Vampires have individual different powers, from mind reading to bolts of magic energy, and anything else you can think of." he paused to drink "Now there was at least one vampire in the Purple Dragon tonight. A female most likely, as they attract the least attention in a club setting, She caught my scent and left when I was having a drink with you."

 

[Ithica]

"How do you kill a vampire? Garlic, crosses, fire, do any of those work?"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Fire works, garlic pisses them off, Crosses can burn them, silver weapons like bullets are good, silver is too weak to use for a fighting blade. Taking their head or putting something through their heart is good. Always have blessed weapons if at all possible. Like all the ammo for my gun is blessed, my sword, axe, knives, and gun itself are also blessed. Holy water is also good."

 

[Ithica]

"I guess that makes it pretty handy to have an uncle who is a priest. I'm working on a case right now that involves a serial killer. The media hasn't picked it up yet, which is strange because it has been going on for months now. I'm starting to think that a vampire is involved. How do I stop him?"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Uncle Patrick is good to have around," Dahmnall said laughing. "You should let Slayers handle slaying. You aren't prepared to go up against a vampire." he said "Come with me to my grandparents house on sunday after mass. My grandfather was one of the greatest slayers of his day. He'll be more help here then me."

 

[Ithica]

My partner died while working on this case. I think that he was killed by the guy or vampire we were tracking so I'm not just going to walk way from this. I will go with you to your grandparents house. If I'm not prepared then maybe I'll learn something that will help.

The waitress came back with their food and refilled Amelia's coffee then left.

 

[caela]

Growing tired of her own thoughts at last Dria decided she might go seeking company. Or at least the press of bodies and movement of humans about her. Even when she wasn't hungry she sometimes liked to meander through the tight press and scent the blood flowing around her, hear the heartbeats thumping from every direction. She couldn't go back to the Purple Dragon however so she turned and headed uptown.

Wandering through the streets she could feel it when human eyes turned on her. Men and women both would often stop to stare but she only offered the faintest of smiles and continued on her way. She was savoring the smell of them, the taste of blood still lingered on her tongue and she considered taking another just for dessert.

As she considered it a pretty little blonde passed her by and paused to eye the vampire. It was clear to Dria that she was more than a little intoxicate and so she held out one hand to the girl, her fingers curling slowly in a come hither movement. Without thought the girl stumbled into Dria's arms and she tipped her head to the slender girls neck. Running her tongue slowly across the rapid beat of the girls pulse she heard the young woman groan softly and smiled.

Without a second thought she let her fangs slip into the girl's artery and drew one, long, drink from her before sweeping her tongue across her neck once more and sealing the wound closed as if it had never been. Keeping the girl held close to her side she asked her her address and hailed a cap. Making sure the girl was comfortable inside she gave the cabbie the address as well as a generous tip to make sure he saw her safely into her roommates hands when he got her there.

After all not all the creatures out tonight were as nice as she was.

Watching the cab drive away she sighed softly and murmured to herself, "What I wouldn't give for some company," glancing up at the sky she added, "And if someone up there is listening I'd prefer that company to be of the non-psychotic variety. I'm not looking for another argument tonight."

Sometimes you had to be specific when the fates might be listening.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"I am sorry about your partner, Ami." Dahmnall said digging into his 2 plates of sausauge and 2 orders of home fries. "Do you think I can have my weapons back soon?"

 

[Ithica]

"You can have them back when we get back to my car."

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dahmnall

"Many thanks, Ami." dahmnall said "You know you are the only woman, only person even I have ever trusted enough to tell this too."