Woven Rings Of Destiny ( Continuation of The Family)

[poohlive]

In the fading light of Paris, Willow cocked an eye at Erika. It seemed like things weren't over after all. Did she really want the rest of them dead?
More importantly, did she think of them as a threat?
"For a price, I'll do anything, but why exactly do you want them done in? With the amount of people guarding you, I wouldn't think you'd be afraid of them."
Especially without Lance. Once he was out of the picture, it was simply a matter of ants trying to stop a picnic. There was absoultely no reason to induce any more pain. Truth be told, he rather liked the idea of Aria living long enough to see her son all grown up, and not recognizing her.
Then again money is money, and although he was no a millionaire, he would be the last one to say no to a little icing on the cake.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Erika

"You have a point. A longer life of suffering is more pleasant. I have no reason to see them dead. Though I am still in need of those rings and the amulet. Perhaps another time. Good night Willow." I turned and waded back through the body guards. I had asked for a few not an army, but this was appreiciated, I would have to pay him back for lending his services to me.
"We will meet again, I am sure of it." I called out just before I vanished inside the cab and took off.
Laughing, I held Micheal on my lap as we drove.
"Find a decent rental agency for me, I want something classy for my new little bundle of joy." Micheal stared out the window, silent unusual for a small child.

 

[poohlive]

Willow got back into the limo, the rest of his people piling back into the other vehicles. Now things had definitely turned course. As before, there was no stopping once a line had been crossed.
This was far beyond the big leagues, it had turned into the life or death, where each step could be fatal.
Willow was willing to risk it all. For the right price of course. Without money, there was no reason for him to even be in this country. Of course, the risk an the excitement helped him as well, but when one got right down to it, it was nothing without the money.
He went back to their shitty hotel, and got into his own place. For now, he'd lay low. If he had any guess at how things were going, they'd be turned up fairly soon anyway.
Be prepared.

 

[BLACK BART]

J2

Erika had asked for guards and I had given her that. Guards enough to guarantee her safety as she completed her transaction and to leave with her purchases.

Safety in numbers, and also anonymity as I watched the proceedings from behind the blood slaves quietly, covering my presence from all within the circle. The boys name was Michael and a strange pain striking me in the back of my head as I rolled the name off my tongue.

It went smoothly and the two groups departed, Willow and his convoy in one direction, Erika and Michael in another, my “guards” standing listlessly, looking in no particular direction, waiting for instructions.

Amidst the near countless bodies of my blood slaves I felt alone and uncertain in which direction to turn, what action to take next. And again the face of the small man came to mind, the too serious expression on his small face.

“Return to the rooms and wait for my instructions” I waved the mindless slaves away, standing in the dark silence as they moved.

I had overheard the conversation between Erika and Willow and for a strange reason it bothered me. Me, the vampire who made a deal with Lucifer to return, suddenly felt a twinge of…. conscience?

“There are greater things than power or money, Erika” I spoke out loud to the wind and then moved. I would return to my own room and wait for Erika’s call, and dwell on the twinge I had felt as well.

 

[The GrandMage]

Ol' Joe

He stood outside, staring at the enterance. Oh, he was there. He could feel him. He could smell him. It was so odd, a smell he was so used to, it was barely there. But then there was the other smell. His eyes narrowed. So, he was in with her, was he? More reason to kill him. Well, not 'kill'. But it was an adequate definition.

He gave a gapped-tooth grin. "Come out, come out, where ever you are.....you imposter."

He lifted his hand, brushing awat a stray rag and gripping the hilt of his sword as he started forward, to go in, to meet his foe, and to get back what was his.

 

[poohlive]

"Which one is it?"
"This one?"
No, asshole, that's green. We need a red one."
"Fuck, why do we have to work in the dark? Turn on the lights, I can find the red...."
"If I hear one more word out of you I'm going to rape you myself, now find it."
Is this it?"
Yeah, that'll be it. Call him, tell him that it's off."
They came silent, swift. A vampire plague soft and gentle in the still night around them. Doors opened, windows pulled ever so softly to let in the foreign affair.
Three vampire, then four. A dozen or so in the end, all dressed in black, all wanting the same thing.
In their hand was the key. An ancient brand that each one of them wore, as a right of passage. For thousands of years the last page had been protected, and it would not be found, not by these fools not by anyone.
Lance could have told them, could have told her. He fucked her and then told her, yes. That's how it was. Each one had been convinced by the elder. The slut shouldn't live, neither should her friends.
All a pack of whore and villans.
They came in to dispose of them. As easy as you please.
They moved with agility and strength. Vampires who had trained for most of their lives. Perhaps not as strong as the bloodguard once did, but definitely far past the ability of any jerkoff who by chance had gotten bitten.
These were true warriors, shadows of the night that came out only to destroy.
Four went up to check the other rooms, as the rest circled around the main one, where they could see the two females now working. Training, if he could be so bold as to make an assumption.
Training the little bitch so she could find the last page.
Vindication would be taken, for the Order of the Page.
He stepped from the shadows.
"I suggest you not move a muscle," weapons were already coming out, sharp instruments of death and destructions. Itchy fingers held them, waiting to see blood spill.
"Did he tell you, did he tell you where it was?"
She would lie, but at least he'd give her a chance before she died. He'd give her a chance to clenase her soul before it went before Our Father the Lord.
It was more than the little bitch deserved.

 

[BLACK BART]

Of memories gone by

"Perhaps I've never left you" The voice chuckled as the mist floated around the old memory, a maddening laugh that echoed thru the ancient trees.

"Again you have returned, after having left when you were needed most, now you are here...looking for what...compassion?"

I cackled louder....then trailed off to a hiss with the final word.

"You come back looking for a body that is no longer yours, destroy it and you die again. I will simply move to my true form and FINISH what I came here for. I will taste the lips and the blood of your woman as I rape her, then kill the boy."

The mist gathered, almost formed to a solid thing as it slowed and hovered at eye level, and for a second the eyes of the old stared at the eyes of the newer evil...then the mist dissipated...with another chuckle and another childrens rhyme.

"Anti I over....Let Ole Joe come overrrrrr"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Erika

I arrived back at the rented room and sneered at the disgusting view it made. This wouldn't do! This was no place to bring my 'son'.
"Driver, move on. Head to "Queen Anne's" and make it snappy!"
That would be a much more appropriate place for my little bundle of joy.
"Are you ok Micheal?" I snuggled the little boy closer to my body, poor thing had to be frightened. As the car pulled away I caught sight of something on the street that made my heart leap up for a moment. The steady stare of a stranger, but this was no ordinary stranger. That man was a slayer so rumor had it. No one else could possibly look like the guy to a "t" could they?
The cab hurried and drove off into traffic the man turning to watch the car drive off, his eyes burning holes in the back of my head.
I would forget it and move on, put that man out of my mind for now and hire a stronger body guard. Make a few blood slaves myself. It couldn't be that hard. I had heard how it is done, so I could manage it without too many hassles.
"I wan ta go home." His little voice piped up finally.
"You will Micheal, in time. We have to find where home is first before we can take you back.. Do you understand?" I looked down into his bright blue eyes and waited for an answer.
He kept his mouth shut and didn't respond and the tension grew to nearly my breaking point.
"Ow! You hurt me!" I relaxed a little, my arms squeezing the poor kid too tightly with my aggitation.
"Well Micheal, we will see what we can do." I left it at that, and as the car pulled up to the "Queen Anne's" I jumped out with him and strolled quickly and quietly inside.
Stopping at the entrance I made sure no one was around the both of us before kneeling down and looking into his face.
"Now Micheal, we can't find your mommy just yet, but I am to keep you with me and safe. So do be a good boy and don't make a fuss.. Ok? Once we get some rooms we will go find you some clean clothes and food." I stood back up, not waiting for his promise and strolled to the check in desk.
He would behave, the promise of seeing his precious mommy again would do it. Stupid children, really now! Some people should teach their kids better, but all well. My win their loss!
"Yes, I would like a large penthouse room. Three bedroom please, close to the exits and not a long walk from the elevator. I have a child and he can't walk to far."
"Yes Ma'am."
I smiled down at Micheal, I could feel his little eyes burrowing into my body trying to find something. he wasn't too trusting, obviously smart enough not to get himself hurt though.
"Here we are, suite 783." He handed me the keys and my credit card back to me.
"IS there any shops near by where I might purchase some clothing for the both of us? Our luggage was lost.."
"Yes, around the corner, three blocks down."
"Thank you.. you're American?"
"Yes Ma'am."
I just noticed he had to french accent and spoke clear english. That was a bonus, we could understand each other with no hassles.
"Thank you." I took Micheal's hand and made my way to the elevator. He said nothing, just remained quietly at my side the whole ride up. Into the room, looking around and back down once again.
I thought kids were demanding little monsters who thought they were always right? Why was this one being so well behaved? Something was up in his wee mind, I just knew it! I had to be careful out and about, who knew where Aria was?
We entered a toy shop and relunctantly Micheal picked out a tiny teddy bear, no more than that.
"But Micheal? Aunty Erika will buy you anything you want! Just say so and it's yours?!"
"I don't want 'nythin." He pouted, just sitting there with the teddy bear clutched to his chest.
"Fine!" I was ready to throw up my hands and give up! Since when did kids not want freaking toys?! "Oh great now I can't even swear right in my head... Let's go. We need clothes." I took his hand, paid for the bear and went to the next shop to hopefully find clothing for him. Now how did I know his sizes? Fuck it, hire a damned sales clerk to figure that out..

 

[The GrandMage]

Ol' Joe

His eye glowered, and he grinned. Death, or was it? He was here to kill, and to reclaim. He looked down at his wrists. Bllod flowed through them, and there lay the secret he had learned in 'death'. Blood was known to hold memories, and he had learned it was a last gateway to the world of the living. Here he was, trapped in a lesser form, but his own would be his again. It would be difficult, he knew.

A battle for control. He could not kill his opponent, but he could be killed. He had to give his blood, and ditch this ailing body. His mind would go where his blood flowed. If he cold hold on long enough, he could take the body, if he was lucky, he could crush the other. If he was not, it could flee. But to where? He'd wanted to get a stronger body before this, but the transfer could only be used once.

He stretched, and drew his sword, and grasped the doorknob. "Prepare, doom arrives."

 

[BLACK BART]

j2

This time it wasn't amusing...Pathetic perhaps, but not funny at all.

"Have your senses left you along with your body?" I sneered the words at him as I stepped from the darkness and stopped out of swords reach. "I have all that I want and all that you need as well. One thought from me and there will be several dozen bloodslaves at my beckon to finish that puny body of yours. My agreement for eternal life states that I stop the events from occurring and then I am free to move on...to choose what I wish. Will I risk that to amuse myself and trade insults and steel?"

It was what he wanted...needed as well, But it didn't fit my plans...for the moment.

"You will aid me and perhaps save the life of your wife and child as well, or do they mean so little to you now?"

It was a question that was intended to hurt...One that would strike home if "he" were indeed who I thought he HAD been.

"Strike a single blow and you will erase those choices you have and it will become a race to see who reaches her first"

 

[The GrandMage]

Ol' Joe

"Actually, I was planning on getting myself a drink before we began. And you puny threats mean little to me. This body may be in shape worse than I'm used to, but my power is great enough to hold it together as I push it where it needs to go. And your pathetic bloodslaves are nothing to me, even in this, lesser form. You think you have the upper hand, but you do not. Threats to my family are usless. I will hunt you even as they hunt you. And while you are busy trying to claw at them, my fangs shal sink deep in your unprotected back. I am not some mere opponent you can turn away. I am not an obstacle, I am the obstacle. I am Bloodguard, I am Joseph."

His eye narrowed, and he shifted his fingers on the doorknob, calculating by smell the position of each and every person who could come to his aid. "I am death incarnate."

His arm whipped around, ripping the doorfree of it's frame and around to the hall, throwing it forward to block the escape even as he pulled his sword around and lunged forward. It all happened in an instant. The sound of the door coming off it's hinges collided with the sound of the bottom edge imbedding itself in the wall to create a barrier in the hallway. A mere blur to human eyes, he pulled himself free of what he appeared to be, and stepped into what he was. An ancient warrior who even had spent his entire life hunting and killing vampires. He had to be quick, no telling how well an opponent he had, especially if, with his body, this imposter had laid claim to other things, such as knowledge of Joseph'smprevious battles. His adaptability to any environment left it impossible to foretell what he would do, But he had to have his guard up in case his opponent should see any weaknesses in his attacks.

The sword sliced through the air, Joseph shouting a cry f rage begun barely a moment before as he moved forward, bring the steel blade within range. How fast was his opponent? Could he dodge in time? Perhaps block? With what? Using an arm? If he tisted just right as it connected, that could make a nasty cut that would take time and energy to heal.

 

[nightray]

Ray

I stand in a corner of the room watching Aria and Maggie sparing in the center of the room. I my eyes narrow as I hear light foot steeps out side. I crotch watching as a man comes in with a sword in hand. I pick up my sword with I had lend agenst the wall next to me. I slowly unsheathe the sword making no sound as I smile evilly the ideate isn’t as good as he thinks to not check the room for others before entering. I slowly put the sheath down my mined opining searching yes theirs more I can feel them I can’t tell how many though. I concentrate on my hearing lessoning carefully I frown as I can hear the faint breath of the others and the ocional sound of cloth rubbing agenst cloth.

I do all of this before he can get the sentence out of his mouth. On his last word I move faster then Aria or Maggie can track my sword swinging in a deadly arc slicing threw the man’s neck severing it.“Aria theirs more be ready.” Said before the man’s head hits the floor as his body begins to fall. I move threw the doors bringing my sword up blocking a blow from one of the others. I kick him hard in the stomach slamming him threw a wall as I bring my sword in a fast arc separating another mans head form his body.

I rolled out of the way of the another slamming in to the legs of the fourth dropping him. I slam my fist in to his chest as he falls ripping out his heart. I stand bring my sword up in time to stop another blade and kick the one coming out of the wall back in to it this time he slams in to the end of a broken stud the sharp tip erupting form his chest.

The last one begins to drive me back his sword flickering trying to get past mine even as I try to get past his own defenses. I snarl as I her more running down the stars.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I turned around to see who the hell was speaking to me and barely caught Ray's movements. As soon as the head was seared the body turned to ask and littered the floor.
"What the!?" Ray was out the door with a warning. More were coming.
"Maggie get a weapon or two!" I moved towards the door, Ray was engaged in fighting off one when another moved just past the door way at his back. Stepping out into the hallway I turned and gripped the blade of my dagger. Throwing it I sank it into his back.
Twisting the guy fell to the floor screaming in outrage and trying to pull it free. Taking up a sword I moved over to him, swung and took his head off. Reaching down into the pile of ash, I picked up my dagger and moved up the back stairs to find some more invading pricks.

 

[BLACK BART]

j2

A twist as he shouted and unwillingly gave me warning, my own sword rising from behind me to meet his a deflecting blow...I pulled the sword over my head and using it's momentum swung it at his waist like a scythe coming to the harvest.

He spun, using his own inertia and building on it his blade nearly humming as it came towards me again. And once again I met his steel with my own the blades ringing as they met and held, our eyes a few inches from each other for a brief instant.

I pushed away and grinned, energy of my own flowing thru my veins as we took measure of each other and moved again...

Parry, thrust and another thwarted blow...Neither gaining or losing in this life or death struggle, neither finding an advantage over the other as our blades met repeatedly with a veil of sparks...Memories came to me...Not of my own but now mine to use and as he moved nearly faster than my eyes could follow I let instinct guide my body and raised the sword to meet his again.

"It seems we may be matched closer than either would like to admit" I grinned and taunted "But what if something else came to play...My own disposable slaves had arrived and were clawing at the barrier, weakening it as they're combined weight leaned into it...

I leapt over the flashing steel as he swung another humming blow at me and brought my own sword towards his unprotected back...

 

[Shoty98]

Maggie

In the chaos of clanging swords, shrill cries of death and thudding as people were put to the floor and through walls. I looked around the room I wouldn't have to go far, there were still many in this very room.
Within my scan of the room I took notice that Aria's and my own swords were still lying on the floor where we had tossed them. My heart thudded in my chest as one of the invaders began to eat up the floor between the two of us. I looked at him for just mere moments and tucked and rolled across the floor.
I came near the swords, but only near enough to them I crouched for a moment gaining my bearings before I reached for a sword. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me in time to turn and deflect the blow.
Pain rippled through my back. I could not believe that fuck had just kicked me. I gasped for a breath and coughed for added measure, an act to lure him in with a false sence of triumph.
My forehead rest lightly against the floor as I took in shallow breaths and listened to my opponent walk up beside my fallen form.
In a split second my hand reached out and grasped the man's feet and yanked them out from undeneath him. I rolled to my side and kicked, the heel of my shoe shattering his nose and sending the pieces into his brain.
As I scrambled to my feet his body turned to ash. I was never more thankful for the few self defense moves my brother had taught me. It seems they really do work. I retrieved my sword from the floor along with Aria's, who was next?.....

 

[poohlive]

Shouts came through the house. Each of the men calling to the next. Words of advice, encouragement, help. These men worked together, they were a concentrated troop. This was no fight of one side against another, it was of one will, one force, versus the opposition.
"Shaman," one pointed to the man, blazing the sword against an opponent, his sword in his hand as he went after one of the women, "Deal with that."
One man, back, behind the battle, raised his hand. In a moment, the steel now oppising one of his brethren shattered in the man's hands.
The one he had been fighting raised his sword high into the air, hateful grinning eyes looking into his next victim.
"We don't have to do this," a young man, looking back at the slut now with a dagger in her hand, "Just give us the location. We might even let you live."
He nodded to another man, both of them coming up against her. Back inside the war room though, the four who had dispersed into the war room were now back down, and looking at their fallen compadre. A lucky blow had taken him down.
Three of them went to finish her, but one held up his hand. He stopped them because he didn't want her to die that easily just yet.
She wasn't skilled, even he knew that. The kick was nothing more than luck and a kiss on the wind. The way she held the sword in her hand was even more pathetic. She must be a yearling, just learning.
Almost sad.
He whispered something t one of the men, how held his hand up, a spell in ready. The first man came to her though, walking up with confidence, but caution as well.
"Sweety, just tell us where the last page is. You don't want to die, and we want nothing more than a single piece of paper. Is it worth your life? Is it worth the life of your friends?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

Smiling ever so sweetly I took in the two goons flanking me. No time to talk only to react. Joseph had taught me well how to handle this kind of thing. Sword swinging through the air another lay in half before bursting into ash the second, well I had him by the balls literally.
Gripping tightly he cried out in outrage, "BITCH!" It was all he could get out as my hand squeezed tightly. Lifting up, I tossed the worthless fucktard back to his 'owner'
I stood there staring at the one who was apparently in charge, issuing orders and such.
"Give us the page and you'll live." His words were icy.
"Let me live? Who will let you live? RAY!" I called out a warning as another moved up behind him. "Maggie!? You alright! Answer me!" I stood staring him down as the one I had tossed rose back to his feet once more.
They were closing in, I had little time if any at all to do something about these assholes. Two made a move to lunge for me and I held up both hands, one still holding my sword.
"Whoa there! Stop!" Running a hand down my arm I glanced around, opening my senses searching for the remaining intruders.
No one was behind me, but in the room to my side was Maggie and three others.
"Big man, sending three to tame a newborn." His eyes narrowed on me, not liking the insult I tossed at him.
"Look, Lance is the only one who knew where the page was.. and Lance is dead. So why the hell you are coming in here, wasting lives is beyond me! But I give you fair warning.. Leave now and you live.. Stay and prepare to dance with Satan." I readied myself, sword held at the perfect hieght to take out him innards. I would take all down I could until there was nothing left of me if it came to that, I had no qualms about dying protecting my family.

 

[Sweetp4u]

erika

The irritating little shit would not SHUT UP!
"I want my mommy."
"I want a drink."
"I want my daddy."
"What is that?"
"Why?"


GOD!!!!!!! Who invented little monsters anyways!?
"i dont like this, I dont wanna eat it either."
"Yes Micheal." Rolling my eyes, I moved over to the phone to call Vladamir again.
"Dont touch that!" I snapped at the little brat.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"But why?"
"Micheal, go sit down and watch tv ok? I am calling your mommy.." A little lie but who cares?
Fuck it!
“There are greater things than power or money, Erika” His voice invaded my thoughts.
"Yes there is.. Winning is one as well." I chuckled slightly and shook my head.
"God, dont tell me you are feeling quilty? Remember something Mister Imposter, I read your thoughts as easily as you read mine. You wanted her, you wanted all she had to offer and then you wanted to take even more. How would Joseph feel if he knew your true intentions towards his wife? Don't play with me. I hate that bullshit of evil one second and innocent the next!
I scanned his thoughts as we linked up.
"Micheal get down from there please.. before you break your head!" a fierce scowl came over my face as I watched what he was thinking.
"JOSEPH!?" Oh my god he was there!? But how? When? Dammit!
"Micheal hunny we've got to go!" I called down to the desk and asked for a bellhop to come up and help me down. I had to clear out of here before Joseph found out where Micheal was.
I was not going to give up nor let them win.
Picking up the book, I sat down on the chair and waited for the bellhop.
"Now how do you suppose this thing opens?!" I studied the book from all angles, pulling on the cover and checking for a release mechanism as well. Nothing would budge the cover open. My fingertips traced the intricate designs in the cover, a thick heavy cover. My finger ran over something and I heard a little clicking sound.
Smiling in triumphant glee I pulled open the book. Opening to the first page, I felt a tremor go through me, a single bolt of ice down my center, or so it felt. My hands gripped the book as I read, the fingers and knuckles turning whiter and whiter as the minutes passed.
Anciet Gaelic, it was written so so long ago.. I couldn't decipher the words but I knew some people who could.
"MICHEAL GET DOWN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I SPANK YOU!" The little boy froze in his spot, barely teetering on the back of the couch, reaching for a lamp shade. His eyes were round and staring at me as if I had grown two heads and fangs. Well I did have fangs, but that was a mute point.
A tear fell down his cheek and then another, and soon he was sniffling before he started caterwalling like a new born.
"Oh jesus!" Sighing heavily, I ignored the little hell hound as I read further along, or tried to.
Slamming the book shut, I stood up and shoved it into one of my many bags.
"Let's go." I picked him up and he cringed away from me. I knew what had to be done.
"I'm sorry sweetie, Aunty Erika just has a hurt in her head and I just need some quiet ok?" A soothing sappy sweet voice and he stopped crying and settled down to sniffling alot.
I hugged him to me, "Im sorry, let's go get a treat and go for an adventure ok?" I may have been soothing the babe but inside I was plotting his mother's humiliation. I couldn't wait until this little boy called me mommy and not her.
First stop, sterio shop, tapes and headphones.. Then off to hide in the oldest parts of town with the upper crust ass kissers.


Everything loaded into the new rental, I strapped Micheal into a brand new car seat and got in behind the wheel. I didn't see anyone, see anyone following me nor sense anything, perhaps I would get out of town safely and not a single soul would know where I was.

 

[The GrandMage]

Ol' Joe

He grinned as steel flashed across steel. For a few moments, it seemed as if they were matched. But he knew better. But he had to hold his body together. The disease that had gained such a hold made it impossible for him to focus his strength into what he was doing. He was weakened by it, but he knew that if the time came, he could use it.

The sword went towards his back. He shifted, Throwing his arm around his body and twisting his wrist. The blade struck the flat of his blade as he spun on one foot, bringing his body around. He grinned, and jumped back, the sounds of breaking wood closer now.

"Now, it's not good to have a fight broken up. Besides, I'll make sure they block your blade as well as mine. Eventually their numbers will fall, and it will be just use again. The question is, will you have enough strength to cut that many bodies down and keep fighting effectively? I guess we'll see."

He taunted back, his voice odd, different with this new body. Blade came back to blade. A good dodge, and fine thrust, but he met each swing, each thrust. Blade met blade, steel clashed against steel. His eye glowered, and he jumped back again, tossing the blade to his other hand and back again. His hand turned, catching the hilt upside down, the blade facing away.

He called up memories that were not his own, incorporating a new fighting style into his instinctive motions. He brought his blade around, meeting his foe's sword, The force of the motion switching as he shifted, bringing his leg around to kick his impostor even as the wood barrier finally gave way with a loud crash.

 

[Shoty98]

Maggie

I raised a questioning brow at the man before me, he did not just call me sweety did he? That right was reserved for someone who didn't want to kill me for a lousey piece of paper.
Drawing a deep breath I dropped one sword and took a firm grasp on the remaining one. I wouldn't go without a fight.

" I don't know where the dam page is and even if I did what makes you think I would tell you? Huh? You can not use the threat of my friends lives, they are far stronger than you may assume and I am sure I could take out a couple of you before I go...."

The words trailed there as my gaze on the man marrowed, one wrong move and he would regret it. I stepped back carefully and kicked the other sword further behind me in the same instant i heard Aria outside, dealing with another.

"You know I don't have what you want...so go before you meet death and your maker."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I watched as Ray swung just intime to remove another head off of another body. Momentarily distracted, the two before me spun around to see their comrad fall to ashes. It gave me the perfect opening. Moving as quickly as I could, I moved up to the one issuing orders and stuffed my dagger right through his black heart.
He fell to the floor and desinigrated to ash.
"CUNT!" I felt the stingy blow as I sailed through the air and bounced off of the back wall. He advanced on me, his mouth set in a grim line the anger showing clearly in his eyes. I recoiled back, knowing he was going to strike me dead and I was unarmed.
That's when I saw the blur come up behind him and grab his face. The man's eyes widened, startled to be grabbed suddenly. with a twist of the hands his neck was snapped in half and he was no more.
I glanced up into Ray's dark eyes and murmured a thank you. He reached down and helped me to rise up, then turned and was inside the training room. Going to save his love once more. Rising, I was shaking a little from the thought of dying.
Leaning against the wall, i knew the only remaining people were in the training room now with Maggie and Ray.
I stumbled forward, reaching for my sword, determination set to go in and help them with the last few remaining mercenaries.
My blood boiled, so to speak as I heard them talking.
Ray was in there, all would be alright. I glanced in the doorway and wondered for a moment why he was paused just inside the entrance?
I couldn't see inside the room and there was no space to move around him. Damn what the hell was going on in there!? I waited with little paitence for Ray to move.

 

[BLACK BART]

j2

The foot struck me dead center in the chest, driving the air from me as it hurtled my body backwards...I dropped my shoulder, pulling the sword I held to my center and rolled, bleeding the power of the kick off as my body tumbled and stopped at the far wall.

I stood quickly, the sound of the barrier giving way and my horde pressing thru it, spreading to the walls as they moved in and created thier own barrier of flesh, placing the BloodGuard between them and I.

"You have great power...and skill" I complimented, wiping the blood from my cut lip...the first blood from the body I held..."But before the last of my slaves fall I will hold your head in my hands"

I straightened, stretching the still unhurt body I controlled and moved forward, my sword feinting and dodging faster and faster until it became a howling blur.

"Kill him my HORDE and we will all feast on his body and soul"

 

[The GrandMage]

Ol' Joe

Blood. His heard the snap, and moved his mind from where it was. He closed his eye, and turned his sword around again, slowly opening his eye as he grinned evilly. He was in his element. It was a bad move to have invited the others in. He had been trained by the BloodGuard, that ancient sect long lost in the sands of time. His job had been to hunt down the strongst of vampires, and attack them in their dens. With his slaves here, it was like old times. One main target, and others to break through. It was how he was used to fighting. His opponent was at a loss. Not only was he fighting, but he had to control his followers, channel their attacks. That took thought. Joe needed only instinct.

He waited for the first of the followers to arrive, his sword meeting his oppents. He reached behind himself, hand slamming forward, through the being behind him. His finger clashed around bone, hearing an extremely loud sound of pain in his ear as his arm was scratched at. Bringing the body around, he threw the still living servant at it's master even as he let go, and pulled his sword back. He jumped backwards and towards the nearest wall, the heel of his foot slamming into the wall as he lept, pushing himself up, and into the pack of mindless drones. He swept his sword around, slicing through the skulls of a few of the unlucky, his foot falling on another's shoulder. He brought his other leg around, hearing the delightful sound as bone snapped, and feel into the crowd.

He twisted in a circle, his bloodied sword slicing through the necks of the new attackers, severing their heads from their boddies. As he worked the far side, he leaned his weight to one leg, kicking another of the slaves towards their master. And then he was busy. His blade slashing and hacking away at the bodies that crowded around him, and he kept the living ones at blades length. But as long as they crowded him, they blocked his opponent from all but one possible avenue of approach. And that, he watched, and waited.

 

[poohlive]

"You do have spirit, my dear, even if you don't have skill. In this world that's a deadly combination though. Jesus can help you with this, he can help you with it all...
"Shaman," he pointed at the other woman, coming through the door. He didn't actually look at her, his eyes never left the firghtened woman still holding the sword wrong, but the point was dead on accurate. The man in the back waved his hand, and a funny look crossed her face. At once she stopped moving.
It would only last a couple of minutes, but that was all that he needed.
"You should choke up in the sword, a little bit," he said, showing her with his own hands, "Keep it tight, one side of the handle right in between your thumb and first finger."
He pointed at the small webbing of skin there, it needed to be up tight against the weapon, otherwise it was useless. Had no one taught her anything?
He moved like lightening. If she were a human he could guess she had seen nothing, but she wasn't. Her skills might be deplorable, but she has had the eyes of a vampire for a while now, and he could see her registering his movements.
Not that she could do much about it.
One hand struck out at her like a snake, wrapping around her wrist below the sword. His knee went into her stomach. A hard hit, probably knocking the wind out of her.
He didn't give her the chance to fall down on her own. With the flip of his hand, she was thrown to the floor. His foot came down against the back of her head, keeping her there.
He didn't kick her, he simply applied enough pressure so she couldn't move. Stuck against the floor now, as helpless as a kitten.
Amazingly, the sword was still in her hand.
"Like this," he said, regripping the sword, to show her the correct style, "The handle is an oval shape for a reason, you don't hold it in your hand sweety, you grip it, you carress the leather with your own skin."
With the lesson over, he threw the sword away with the other one.
"Now," he pulled on her hand, hard enough to pull it out of her socket, had she been a human, but her vampire strength kept it as simple pain. She might get off so easy. She might not.
Only God knew, and he would do God's bidding, whatever that was.
"We are going to have a little chat. Each time you lie to me, or say anyting other than what I ask, I will tear off an appendage. We'll start with the arms, and then the legs, and finally that pretty little head of yours. First, you said you didn't know where the page was, is that true?"



A woman had come in, perhaps as a final resort, or perhaps just to see what the hell the men had screwed up this time. Either way, curiousity had peaked her interest, and she was now looking at the back of a rather handsome man.
Some wild thrill seeped throug her. A nasty fantasy perhaps, something that even man could never think of. Men and women think of sex very differently, A man never gets filled with lust, he has desire, almost all of the time, but lust, true lust never comes to him. Women have lust though. Women have lust more often than they care to admit, which is why they probably fall for those jerk assholes that you know don't deserve them.
Hell, somewhere in the back of their mind, even the jerks know they don't deserve them. The women know it as well, but they can't help it sometime. The lust just gets to them.
Overwhelms them.
Science has just now proved that women go through heat, but ask any woman, and they would have told you a long time ago (unofficially of course, if man actually found this out, who knows what would happen). It exists, and one can see it every day, if they look in the right places.
She walked up to him, not pretending to sneak or hide herself in any way. She wanted him to know, she wanted him to look back at her.
She attacked.
Only this was a kiss. A long deep kiss, her lips reaching out to his, finding them, holding them close to her. A kiss, not of sensual exploration, but of deep carnal emotions that everyone held inside them. Not everyone would admit to these feelings, but they are always there.
Always.
"You wouldn't happen to know where the page is, would you?"
She was a shaman too. A magic weilder, but her magic came in other forms. Not attack spells, but ones of a more mellow tone, even respectful at time. A woman can get what she wants, if she sets out to get it, but a woman with powers.
There is no stopping a machine such as this.
Ask God, hell, he was the one that made her.

 

[BLACK BART]

J2

I had made a mistake as the slaves moved forward and were slaughtered, each trying to be careful who they attracked, each trying to slash only the monster who butchered them and avoid thier fellow slaves...But what did I care as I looked at the smirk on his face....

"Close in a circle and destroy him, take no heed for your fellow brothers" I instructed out loud, letting my intentions be known...They had become a hinderance anyways....Too much bulk to travel with. "Kill him or face the fires of hell, die in battle and find the release you desire" I promised with a smirk of my own...

I left the thought in each of thier minds, the final thought no doubt...And as they crowded him, no longer taking care to fight, simply pushing forward with the sheer weight of thier numbers thier hands reaching for him, pulling, grabbing....dragging downward, biting and punching with superhuman strength....

I turned and raised my sword, swinging with my own might at the wall that faced me in three blows...opening a hole and letting the air in and showing me the trees outside...who needed doors anyways????

"Thanks for the party old Joe..." I hissed, rising into the air and thru the doorway, leaving him to his fun..."I'll be joining your wife and child shortly"