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Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« on: September 03, 2008, 10:52:38 PM »
{{{{{WARNING!!!  RATED FOR VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE!!!}}}}}

Sunsets used to be considered romantic, artistic, a time of peace, when the busy day faded into the quiet night.  Sunsets were once a perfect time to walk with a new flame, or an old love.  It was a chance to reflect on the day and consider how to go about tomorrow.

Now sunsets were a sign of impending panic.

As night fell, the fear that was merely an undercurrent during the day became so palpable, the stench was everywhere.  Some thrived on it, others couldn't even stand up.  Most paid it no mind.  But no one could ignore it.  This was a fear born out of the need to survive the darkness that made protection so much harder to maintain.  People prayed at a constant rate for salvation, protection, peace; only some were so lucky.

Mortals couldn't tell the difference between those who consumed them out of necessity and those who did it for fun.  To them, all "bloodsuckers" were the same; soulless, evil bastards who would go to Hell, except that without a soul, they couldn't.  They were demons trapped on earth, bound forever to this plane to subject mortals to a torment that the Devil himself have devised just to piss off God.

This was only partially right.

After the mortals had finally killed off the last soldier, the last man standing who wanted world domination, their numbers were cut further still when the disease of the dead blossomed.  Some hadn't made the full transition, only making it partway to death's door before someone or something stopped them.  Some held a deep grudge against mortals for keeping them restrained, hidden out of fear.  They didn't understand it was for their own safety they had been hidden for decades until they were able to truly mingle with those of a normal lifetime.  They also blamed the Elders for how they were treated, and didn't like them much more than mortals.

The Elders came from centuries before, back even before the beginning of the Roman Empire.  Their true origins were unknown by any but the Elders, and they seemed to prefer to keep it that way. Only a few Elders remained; many of the youths had slaughtered them once the war was over; the lucky ones had hidden themselves in dark corners of the world where they wouldn't be found.

Then there were those like Vacan.  He had been turned long enough ago to be mature, but recently enough to wish for peace among the immortals.  He was not, however, naive enough to believe it would ever be.  As it was, he could barely keep himself out of weekly fights in the nightclubs that thumped all night long.

As the sun set, Vacan sat on the broken neck of a gargoyle that perched on the edge of what used to be the library in what was left of San Angeles, the biggest city left in California.  He faced to the west, watching the shadows cast by the mountains lengthen until nothing was left but a faint orange glow, and soon even that was gone.  Turning to look upward, he watched the night sky grow in beauty as the stars began to appear.  The relative quiet of the night was broken by a loud, petrified shriek; it passed him entirely unnoticed.  They would slowly increase as the night wore on, encircling him like a blanket.  Tonight, he would add to that chorus of sounds, one more soul lost to the night.

Rising from his perch, he stepped back blindly, resting his weight on a thin spire.  He spun himself slowly around before making his way across the roof to the nearby stairs.  Moving slowly had become a part of his life, a way to blend in, but with no one watching, he saw no reason.  Allowing his true senses to take off, Vacan moved down the stairs of the 12-story building, arriving at the bottom in 4 seconds.  The dust behind him had barely lifted off the ground before he was past.  At the base of the stairs, he paused for a fraction of a second to gentle caress the tall, regal statue before stepping out into the night.  His nose wrinkled slightly at the strong tang of fear that filled the air as he turned to head towards the heart of the downtown, where the creatures of the night gathered to play.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #1 on: September 04, 2008, 10:09:06 PM »
The chorus of revving engines rose into the fading light, the riders eager to go.  Especially one rider in particular.  The bikes were all painted up in a myriad of colors and designs, many featuring flames of various colors.  Several riders had taken to circling the others in anticipation, becoming impatient with the wait.  Only one rider remained calm.  The bike she sat upon was jet black with no decal except for tiny white wings doodled on to the sides of the seat.  They matched the wings drawn on the back of her riding jacket, small things which spread across the shoulders.  The black helmet bore them as well, telling all who they belonged to.  Finally the word was given to depart, and the pack roared out of their make-shift compound and blasted into the night.
It was their weekly run.  The pack only kept the fastest, smartest, and best riders around.  The others were culled out through a process of elimination.  There were some that called their organization cruel, but, really, they didn't want anyone watching their backs that they knew couldn't handle themselves in a fight.  So, on their weekly runs, the pack tempted the fates and the monsters in the dark and raced at breakneck speeds along the highway and through the abandoned husk of San Angeles.  Those who made it back by dawn were allowed to remain.  Those who didn't make it back by dawn, wouldn't make it back at all.
Vanity had been with her pack for nearly a decade, in one form of membership or another.  As the war waged and the creatures of the night became more and more prevalent, those who were smart gathered together with others.  Safety in numbers and all that jazz.  Vanity began sneaking out of her house when she was only 12 to participate with the pack.  She had no parents, only some relative she thought might be an aunt who hated Vanity as much as she hated the older woman.  Her parents left home to join the war and 'fight the good fight' when she was only six, and had never come home.  She didn't know, and didn't care, if they were dead or not.  They'd abandoned her.  So fuck them.
Vanity started riding with her pack when she was 18, after stealing a motorcycle of her own.  They were known as maurauders by both sides of the line, humans disgusted with their blatant provokations of the undead, and the undead dispising them for their uncanny abilities to remain off of the menu.  Of course, they had many secret methods for keeping alive, which they didn't even share with their families.  Eventually, humans would return to power again, the monsters and creatures shoved back to the darkness, and when that day came, Vanity's pack intended to be on top.
Vanity herself couldn't care less.  She was bored with them.  In the beginning, it had been exciting, sneaking out when darkness was coming and sprinting through the growing shadows to their meeting places.  And then as part of the raiding crews that went into the edges of the city to find supplies.  She'd still been a Raider when she found the bike.  She hadn't even thought twice about it.  Just hefted her pack and made for it.  Of course, she was in the process of starting it when its owner emerged, and the lycan had been decidedly unhappy to see her astride his motorcycle.  But they were never unprepared when they went out.  Vanity, and all the riders and raiders, were covered in silver; necklaces, rings, earrings, even bits of broken plate woven into hair.  The mutt's hand had burned the second he grabbed her neck.  A silver bullet from the pistol she'd pulled from her back right into the cur's face ended the discussion.  She took his keys, wallet, and anything else of value on his body, gunned the bike, and left the others behind.  It was the way of things.  She was a Rider now, not a Raider.  And she'd proved it at the next weekly run.  
Being a Rider had been exciting too, for a time.  She saw more of the city than she knew existed.  She was higher in the pecking order of her pack.  But they were getting complacent, and she was bored of them.  Vanity ached for something more than simply harrassing the lower demons and ghouls of the city.  Something to give her the rush of adrenoline and thrill of danger that had given her otherwise worthless life meaning in the beginning.  Even now that the war was over and humans were almost an endangered species, she yearned for something to happen.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #2 on: September 05, 2008, 09:49:07 PM »
Vacan

The night was getting deeper and deeper, enfolding Vacan like a blanket.  At his pace, Vacan made it into the heart of downtown within minutes.  He came to a stop just outside the old town center, a busted fountain creating an eerie centerpiece.  A once-regal soldier had lost half of his head and his opposing arm, leaning distinctly sideways against his female companion, who was in no better shape.  Water trickled out of the pipe that ran through his missing shoulder, dribbling down his side to form a fetid pool between the two of them.  He could smell the mortals huddling in the buildings around him, but felt a pull from the bottom of his soul that it wasn't enough to just eat tonight.

He needed a hunt.

This square held no promise, so Vacan began to head east when he heard a soft rasping sound, like metal across stone.  It wasn't an unusual sound by itself in a city that was standing only through sheer obstinance, but the rhythm made him pause.  The sound repeated, the pace of someone walking slowly, sneaking.  A single thin brow raised and he stepped back into the shadows, pressed against a wall to limit his visibility to whatever was entering the space.

Haste

Tonight was not his night.

Haste, a short, fat lycan, was very bitter.  His first prey of the night had escaped, the second was sick, and the third died the moment he was spotted.  Nothing had gone the way Haste wanted it to, and he was still hungry for some fresh, healthy, live meat.  

Now, he wasn't a fool, and knew something like that wasn't easy to come by in this shit hole of a city.  But the feeding was better here than anywhere outside the city limits, he just had to look a little harder here to find what he was looking for.  Something was better than the nothing he'd had to deal with for years, but he'd gotten spoiled, and watched fresh every night.

The square wasn't far, and he knew that there would be several groupings of mortals there tonight, so he'd have some pretty damn good pickings.  After his last three unsatisfying hunts, he approached slowly from the south, creeping along the edge of the alley.  The sound he made he could hear, and he knew any vampire could hear it too, but the mortals just didn't have the right range, and so they wouldn't notice him as he approached.

Their smell hung heavy on the air, but it was musty, like no one had come out of their little hovel in a while.  Entering one of these buildings alone was considered suicide, and with the way his luck had gone all night, Haste didn't want to play that game either.  Furious, he emerged into the middle of the square, staring at all the shutterless windows, rage building.  With it reached a boiling point, Haste threw his shaggy head back and howled long and loud.  The sound reverberated around the square, boucing off the bricks to hit him again.  

Moments later, several echoing howls sprang up around him, many close.  Lowering his head and shaking it furiously, Haste pawed at the ground before transforming back to his human form.  He stood, naked in the darkness, waiting.  

Suddenly, he tilted his head to the side, a slow smile spreading across his dark-skinned face.  The roar of the motorcycles was soft, distant, but coming.  "Much better," he hissed.

Vacan

He heard them too, and also smiled.  Haste was a lycan of little skill and less brains.  This could be entertaining, and would provide him the chance to hunt too.  Ensuring the lycan hadn't noticed him, and his friends hadn't shown up yet, Vacan sprinted up the wall of the building he leaned against, settling himself onto the roof to watch.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #3 on: September 05, 2008, 10:06:13 PM »
The run until this point had been fun and games; childsplay, really.  Nothing of any real threat lurked in the abandoned suburbs or outter ruins of the city, and they'd gone by mostly unchallenged.  Even so, everyone was armed to the teeth; a few of the more technically inclined of the pack had even rigged machine guns to the noses of their bikes, and more than a few lesser demons met their match when they were too slow to remove themselves from the roaring path of the oncoming bikes.  But they were getting deeper into the city now, and it got serious.  Vampires and lycans always inhabited the inner ghettos, feeding off those unfortunate enough to be stuck there with no way to escape to the outter regions.  Had Vanity not taken up with her pack, she might now be one of those terrifed masses huddling and praying to make it through one more night.
Vanity herself had long since given up on God, since the bastard, if he even existed, had clearly given up on them.  There were no miracles, no divine intervention.  You lived because you were good, or you were lucky.  Vanity considered herself to be among the skilled, but did not deny that Lady Luck had also played her hand a time or two.  But hey, the bitch knew her own, and had yet to turn her back on the orphaned Rider.
Again the guns ahead of her sounded out, audible even through the helmet, and Vanity let her thoughts float to the back of her mind.  Tonight their path would take them right through the heart of what had once been a bustling culcural center in the massive city, back before the world fell to shit and the city with it.  Passed towers that were once the condos for the city's elite, now containing only the terrified that were lucky enough to get inside before darkness fell and the doors were shut up tight and those with weapons stood guard, through the square with the broken fountain, then back to their compound.  The newest, youngest and stupidest gunned their bikes a bit, drawing away slightly from the rest of the Riders.  Those who had been around for a while did what they always did.  Stick with the pack, power in numbers, don't make a target of yourself.  Vanity herself lingered towards the rear of the middle, enough buffer to each of her sides to react to anything that decided to try it's hand at them.  Not out of cowardice; not in the least.  Vanity didn't fear death.  It would come for her, eventually, just as it did to anyone and everyone.  But if she was going to die, especially at the hands of some creepy crawling, she wanted the fucker to have to work for his meal.
They were at the towers now.  Only a few more blocks, and they'd be at the square.  Vanity continued to stare ahead of herself, but couldn't help the feeling that tonight, something was different.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #4 on: September 05, 2008, 10:19:53 PM »
Vacan

From his vantage point, Vacan could see both the quickly gathering throng of lycans, and the even faster approaching bikers.  He'd heard of them before, but never strayed across the path.  They were a mere nuisance to him; mortals were mortals, guns nothwithstanding.  He was faster than them, smarter than them, and didn't really need them to provide entertainment for him.  

But tonight, with the impending fight looming, he couldn't help but look forward to what he might catch.  After all, he'd seen the results of their careless, almost frantic rides, and it wasn't pretty.  Those who rode were healthier than most, though, and would provide a good, solid meal.

Haste

By now, a group of about ten lycans had gathered, all drooling at the prospect of food.  Each one was confident in their own skills, and had heard about the riders that were on their way.  They knew they were all armed, and many had fought with them before, always to the end result of eating; but all of them had also lost someone to those same riders.  Caution was important, but so was fearlessness.

The group spread out into a rough semi-circle around the edge of the square, each transforming to their wolf state.  These weren't your run-of-the-mill sized wolves, either; the smallest stood 4' at the shoulder, the largest almost 6'.  Long, sleek bodies with powerful muscles strained towards the sound, preparing.

As the first rider broke into the square, one of the lycans leapt towards him, taking him completely off guard.  There was a loud squeal of protesting metal and a stalled engine as the bike flew through the air, crashing through the crumbling walls of the nearest building, sans rider.  The unfortunate sap had been dragged down and alley, screaming for his life as he found himself suddenly stripped of his weapons and armor, lying naked at the mercy of a hungry lycan.  His screams were cut off shortly, barely heard about the roar of the bikes.

The other bikes flew into the space, and the other, still hungry lycans rushed towards them, howling with excitement.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #5 on: September 05, 2008, 10:38:25 PM »
This was why she and the other experienced Riders rode towards the rear.  Those newbs who were smart enough to take cues from the higher riders would remain alive tonight.  Probably.  Those who jumped to the front only made themselves into bait.  Vanity felt no remorse for the first one to fall; she hadn't even known him.  She was equally apathetic to the second, though at this point the other riders were now coming into action.  Bullets riddled the small space where the alley fed into the square, and two of the wolves were nearly ripped to peices in the hail of burning silver and steel, several of their companions recieving wicked wounds that would burn for days until the silver was removed from their systems.  The bikes roared into the square, the revving engines and staccatto of gunfire echoing off the crumbling buildings.  From here, those without nose-mounted weapons sprayed bullets to the sides, covering their flanks and taking out one more lycan before the mangy things figured out to move.  Their entire passage had taken all of a minute, and now the leaders were beginning to pass down into another street off of the square.  The werewolves were not finished however, and one of the few who had managed to dodge bullets the whole time picked Vanity to take his anger out on.  He leapt into her path, swiveled, and lunged at her, maw open wide and fangs bared as he snarled at her.  Vanity was hardly impressed, and in a fluid motion, her gun was redirected from her side to the front.  Time should have felt like it was slowing down, but really, Vanity had been in similar situations so many times that her mind simply took it all in stride.  The beast was almost to her, forepaws outstretched only a couple feet from her.  Her fingers squeezed the two triggers, and two bullets came out so fast it nearly sounded like one shot.  Her aim was perfect, and as the lead slug bored a hole into the lycan's head, the silver bullet followed and embedded itself in the lycan's brain.  All that was left to do then was duck low, press her body to her bike like a lover, and wait for the corpse to finish sailing over her.
In all, they lost five to the ambush.  The newest were a bit shaken up, but the others maintained their cool.  The night was far from over, after all.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #6 on: September 06, 2008, 12:10:26 AM »
Haste

Knowing what was going to come out of the mouth of the alley, Haste had stayed farther to the back, waiting for the leaders to break through the initial chaos to cut across the square.  He and four others waited for about half the bikers to cross into the far alley before beginning the chase.  They howled with delight as they pursued the riders, nipping almost playfully at their heels.  Shots rang out over their heads, but those in the chase had done this before, and were more skilled at evading the flying bullets.  Haste could hear others joining the race, not the same ones from the square.  They, too, joined the chorus as they wove in and out of each other, gaining on the riders.

Back in the square, others had joined that fight as well.  Large furry bodies started to fill the side of the square opposite the riders, beady eyes bright with excitement.  Most hadn't seen a fight like this in months; all were chomping at the bit to smell more blood in the air.  As the last riders moved into the square, that alley was quickly filled with a few more lycans who had been in hot pursuit of the straglers.

A brief pause had been reached, the lycans waiting to find the next weakness, the riders looking for an opening.  If the lycans attacked too soon, they would be taken down in high numbers.  If the riders tried to break through the wrong gap, they could all be buried under those mangy mutts.

The tense silence lasted no more than ten seconds before one of the more experienced, nose-loaded bikers found the right hole.  He fired a rapid string of shots at two lycans, smaller and lighter in coloring than the others.  One fell with a strangled yelp, the other managed to duck out of the way before he, too, was shot down.  Those nearby had fallen back a little, moving forward in retaliation.  

Vacan

Bemused and with growing excitement, Vacan watched the packs be split into two groups.  He moved to follow the first group, but then decided more entertainment was to be had from the cornered group of riders.  Licking his lips in anticipation, black eyes glowed faintly as he leaned over the edge, watching with anticipation.  Shots rang out, and the dance began again.  Vacan lifted himself up onto his toes, prepared to follow this group into their pursuit.  His gaze inspected each mortal, trying to determine who smelled the best, who would be the best choice.

Toward the back of the group were two riders; one a stockier man who smelled of leather and violence; the other a woman who smelled of fresh water and rebellion.  Either would make a satisfactory meal.  He'd have to watch those two.  Once a lycan touched it, he wanted nothing to do with it, so whichever one survived the chase down the winding, dark alleys wouldn't make it to sunrise.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #7 on: September 06, 2008, 12:50:40 PM »
She knew they were following without even having to look.  It was only common sense that the brief, bloody battle would have drawn attention.  Things were quickly turning sour, but she wasn't worried yet.  It was for this reason that she kept the mirrors on the bike.  Another gun was drawn, this from lower on the bike, and carefully aimed using the mirror.   The road they were on was straight for now, so she could hazzard a little more time to aim.  It was large for a pistol, but the barrel was cut short.  When she pulled the trigger, shards of buckshot ripped out at the pursuing lycans, mostly general metals, to cause annoyance and injuring, but spread with silver as well to make sure some of those injuries stuck.  A few more shells and the crowd behind them had thinned, but not broken off the chase.  But just another half mile, and they'd be at the major road that would take them back to the compound, where they could gun it and lose the hairballs.  The Rider beside her, a bulging mass of muscles that liked to pick fights, brought a grenade into the mix, tossing it back just as they rounded a curve in the road, and grinning with sadistic glee within his helmet as the charge exploded right behind them.  Vanity even felt a couple peices impact with the armor on her back; she'd have to knock a few of his teeth out for that.  Three more lost at this point...  Unfortunate for them, but the others would learn from their mistakes.  Never be first, never be last, and always be armed and alert.
One more corner, one last intersection, and then they'd be at the onramp.  The Riders knew this was going to be a dangerous corner if they were still being followed.  They had to slow down from their breakneck paces to make the turn, so as they approached it, all guns were ready and all eyes on the lookout.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #8 on: September 06, 2008, 11:49:56 PM »
Vacan

His targets selected, Vacan rose with startling grace and pursued.  He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, crossing the alley several times to keep sight of his prey.  The lycans were doing relatively well, but he knew they wouldn't all make it out alive; few had at this point anyway.  Haste had taken off in the opposite direction, for which Vacan was thankful.  The two didn't get along terribly well, and often any encounter ended in a battle.  So the fact that his food was the other direction made it a bit more tolerable.

Up ahead, Vacan saw his chance.  The riders were nearing their escape, an open intersection that led onto the onramp and away from the shelter the lycans prefered for t heir hunts.  Vacan couldn't really care less, but he knew once they hit that open stretch, they would let go, and loose the lycans in their dust.  The whole point of this exercise was to make the lycans look bad where they could all see.  Where the alley began to curve, Vacan leapt down off the roof, bouncing off the backs of several lycans before landing on the front of the girl's motorcycle.  Baring his teeth, he leaned down to get a good look at the terror in her face before he'd move to take her away.

Unfortunately, it wasn't his night for a sweet treat.

The other rider he'd targeted, the muscle-bound bonehead, noticed Vacan on the front of the bike and made to swing for him, shock only a fleeting expression on his wide, flat face.  Snarling in distaste, Vacan glared briefly at the woman, memorizing her features and psychological imprint before lunging toward the beefy man.  His use of the front of her bike as a launching pad shifted her direction, aiming her momentum towards the wall.  Long hands grabbed tightly onto the shoulders of his Vacan's attacker, and the two of them were catapulted up the wall into the dark.  As the two of them vanished, a sharp, bitter word filled the female rider's mind, laced with irritation and a promise.  ~Bitch.~

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #9 on: September 07, 2008, 02:13:45 AM »
If the bloodsucker had been hoping for terror, he would be sorely disappointed.  Vanity was surprised at his sudden appearance on the front of her bike, his face mere inches from her own within her helmet, but all he got in return was a narrowing of her eyes through the visor, and she actually pressed the engines harder as a hand began to reach for her pistol.  She was slower than Beef, as she called him, and was still reaching behind her back when the man swung, and the vampire lunged.  When the top of her bike was kicked rapidly off of center, she struggled to keep it upright, leaning hard to the other side to keep it straight.  It was wobbling, and she almost had it, when the corner came up suddenly on her, and in a great effort to make the turn, she succeeded only in toppling the bike the other way, and she and the machine slid across the ground, her body armor leaving a trail of sparks where the leather had been torn away.  The back tire clipped a long dead street light, sending both she and the bike into a spin, but never once did she let go of it.  She finally came to a stop, and was quick to heft her bike upright again.  She spared only a brief glance into the dark, scowling up to the rooftops after his voice sounded in her head.  Her reply was a short, terse "Blow me," thought at him and spoken into her helmet, before she was moving again, speeding up the onramp just as the lagging lycans broke past the buildings and into the intersection.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #10 on: September 07, 2008, 03:13:50 AM »
Her strong, impertinent push against him gave Vacan pause, and as he held the struggling mortal against him, Vacan looked back down at the woman.  She had managed to right the bike without being eaten by the last remaining lycans still in pursuit, and was taking off with the rest of her pack.  His thin lips pursed, and would have kept watching her, but this stupid human was making that complicated.  Vacan snarled again and took his dinner closer to the center of the rooftop.

But he couldn't make it too easy on himself.  After all, he'd only been a part of half of the pursuit through the alley.

Releasing the man, he watched as he started to make a run in a haphazard, tripping line.  A slow smile made its way across his face before he darted across the roof, faster than the human eye could follow.  He appeared in front of his meal, chuckling once at his petrified expression.  This game continued for several minutes, the human tripping, falling, cutting himself up pretty good in a short amount of time.  Finally, Vacan had had enough of the game, he was too damn hungry to play anymore.

The last time, Vacan stopped mere inches from his face, one long-fingered hand splayed across his face.  Those fingers tightened slightly, pressing into his soft flesh and instantly bruising.  The smile that had settled on his face took on a distinctly feral edge, and the resulting scream was enough to send shivers to bliss down his spine.  Pulling Beef towards him, Vacan planted one hand on the thick shoulder, using it as leverage to gain access to the hot, pulsing vein buried deep within his thick muscles.  Sharp teeth pressed against Beef's skin, not just yet sinking in.  The moment his panic reached the peak before he passed out from the stress, Vacan broke the skin, penetrating the vein.  

Hot, rich blood filled his mouth, his body starting to sing in response.  He could feel his cells responding to the rush of nourishment.  A feeling of pure elation, momentary heaven, filled him.  Every person tasted distinctly different, some far better than others.  This man wasn't the worst, but was not what he'd really been looking for that night.  He was thick, too heavy, with the sharp tang of bitterness and constant anger.  On the other hand, this three pieces together did make for a very satisfying meal.  He probably wouldn't need to feed for several weeks.

That certainly didn't mean he wouldn't want to, though.

Once drained, Vacan tossed the body over the edge of the building.  It wouldn't be the best option for the lycans, but at least they wouldn't go hungry.  He heard it thump to the ground, snorting at the responding howl and the ripping began.  Taking in a deep breath, Vacan took a moment to look around, once again appreciating the difference he saw in the world from hungy to sated.  Everything was sharper, better, clearer.  He could take more time to enjoy it.

Not that time was really an issue for him.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #11 on: September 07, 2008, 11:29:37 AM »
She was pissed.

No, pissed was an understatement.  She was furious.  Of the thirty odd riders who had gone out, nine did not make it back.  Of course, this wasn't what drew her ire now, and had people going out of their way to get out of hers.  Her riding leathers were thrashed, with great holes worn on the right side of her body, running from her shoulder to her elbow, and hip to toe.  Thankfully she'd been smart as always and worn her armor, so only a little of that area ripped away from the road was rash.  But the metal and plastic below was gouged into as well.  It would take time and energy and materials to fix, and she didn't have the luxury of all three.  Then there was her bike.  Her beautiful, sleek, sexy ass son of a bitch motorcycle was badly scratched from its little rendevous with the road.  The damage wasn't bad, nor was it extensive; a little buffing and elbow grease would get most of it out, and then a couple passes with the paint can would have it right as rain, but still.  That fucking blood sucker had scratched her bike.

"What do you mean you lost nine?!"  The furious howl echoed across the warehouse that had become the garage and body shop since her pack took over the buildings, and even Vanity gave pause as the pack leader 's voice rang out.  He'd found some unfortunate low level rider to ask about how the night went after they'd all returned and the gates were closed behind them, and the poor fool had no choice but to stammer out the results of the lycan ambush.  Nine was an unusaully high number for losses.  Typically they lost only one per ride, if that.  But they'd gotten complacent, and hadn't been on their top game.  And Vanity hated to admit it, but she'd almost been that ninth.  Stupid Beef...he should have kept his nose to his own business.  The leader was stalking down the rows of returned bikers now, demanding an explanation, but thus far none had been willing to open their mouths, or even look at him after the first had been roughly thrown aside.  Only Vanity met the man's furious eyes.  "It was an ambush."
He actually snorted derisively at her.  "Ambush?  That's bullshit.  The disgusting creatures aren't that smart."
"The lycans were.  So was Toothy who waited until the end to grab his mark."
His nostril's flared and his eyes narrowed as the news set in.  They'd passed from notorious to imfamous in the world of the undead and their ilk; it seemed that their rides would no longer be tolerated as they had been before.  He sneered at her, and then jerked around on his heel to stalk back up the line.  "Weekly runs are cancelled until further notice.  I want these scum wiped out.  No one goes out without clearance."  There were a few soft groans, but no one said anything outright, especially when he stopped and cast that seething look around him.  Only when he was gone again did a collective breath release, and various conversations full of grumbling and cursing picked up in low tones.  But there was at least concensus in one area; those fuckers were going to die.  And as the others began to work on the repair of their bikes and the divvying of the dead's possessions, Vanity couldn't help but look out of the massive doors to the brightly lit gate and the darkness beyond.  She was pissed, and wanted nothing more than to fill that vampire's face with hot lead, but at the same time, in that moment when he'd landed on her bike, and then sent her into the slide that could have been the end of her, she'd never felt more alive.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #12 on: September 07, 2008, 11:52:27 AM »
The day tried to pass as uneventfully as it could, as though making amends for the violent night before.  Unfortunately for Vacan, he couldn't manage to get the scent of that woman off his mind.  Generally this wasn't a problem for him; humans were humans, and that was the end of it.  If he let them live, it was a good day for them; if not, it was a good day for him.  There really wasn't any lingering impression after that.

But that damn woman.

No one had ever pushed him so hard, no one had ever stood their ground.  Granted, he'd had the unfair advantage of physics working with him when he jumped off her bike, and he knew just how much riders cared for their bikes.  Still, most held their lives at a higher value than that odd little contraption.

The memory of her fighting words still circled in his mind.  She'd managed to shove her way through his link, and he'd tasted her rage.  There was no fear behind it, just that sheer hatred.  Under that, though, was a flavor he hadn't expected; a thrill of the chase, remarkably similar to his.  It was this thought that keep him pacing the long, high aisles of his library home.  The tomes held no answers for him, only silent consideration.  

He had tried to find a potential answer for this strange behaviour, but all of the books Vacan found that might have held the answer seemed oddly obsessed with sexual inclinations towards family members.  It seemed they hadn't bothered to collect more updated books on the topic of human behaviour.  Thwarted, Vacan simply continued his pacing, trying to decide what the best next move would be.

Every week, same day, same time, the riders would leave their compound and cause trouble in the streets.  It seemed only the stupid hungry ones would pursue them; those with two braincells to rub together tended to steer clear of their path, or, like last night, bring together a group to try and take them down.  The night had been bloodier than normal, with a higher rate of loss than the riders were used to.  Chances were, they wouldn't be coming out for a while, not until they had found a way to get back at their attackers.

On the other hand, Vacan didn't really expect his little "friend" to stay still for long.  Most likely, she'd be up again once her bike looked pretty again.  Which, considering what little else there was to do around this city, probably wouldn't take long.  And if she wanted to find him again, she'd go out at night.  All he had to do was wait.

He fucking hated waiting.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #13 on: September 07, 2008, 12:06:17 PM »
It took her roughly five days to repair the damage on her bike, and another three for her leathers, but that was only because it took her two days to scrounge up most of the materials and threaten or pay off others for the rest.  It had cost her half a pack of cigarettes and two agreements for sex, but she finally had it all.  And once her materials were collected, she was like a woman possessed.  Nothing took her from the garage except the occasional meal.  She even slept next to her bike.  But finally, her Baby was back in repair, and purring with love when she started the engine.  The pack leader still had not given any clearance to anyone to leave the compound outside of the usual Raider parties.  The Riders were kept on a short leash, as they were all itching for a fight, and would ride at the first chance they got.  Vanity just waited, unusually patient, and bided her time until she could get out again.  She wanted that vampire for herself, even if it killed her.  But such eventuallities were easy to overlook when one doesn't fear death.

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Re: Welcome to the New World
« Reply #14 on: September 07, 2008, 09:50:59 PM »
Vacan's opinions about waiting did not improve the longer he had to do it.

Even the undead had things they could be doing with their time, other than waiting for a damn mortal.  Unfortunately, she had turned Vacan into a man possessed.  His nights were spent pacing the rooftops, waiting for the roar of her bike and the push of her psychological signature; during the day, he paced the library, picking the occasional book from the shelf.  He'd read most of them already, but some were worth rereading.

Early on, he had considered taunting her, drawing her out from her hiding place with a hot temper.  However, he'd discarded the idea; she wasn't hiding so much as preparing.  He knew he'd damaged her bike pretty well, though by no means was it unsalvagable.  That woman would be back on the road again in no time.

The night of the weekly ride came, and Vacan spent the entire night circling the city, trying to find them.  He asked any others he came across if they'd seen the pack, but no one had.  It seemed they were still staying inside.  As dawn approached, Vacan decided it was time to try and draw her out.  

The compound itself had been easy to locate; the raiders were good, but they weren't that good.  Perched on the building just across from the compound, Vacan gently probed inside.  There was a large collection of people inside, his little obsession off to one side, alone.  He didn't know what she was doing, but he knew where she was.  His smile had a malicious edge, a dangerous glint in his now-blue eyes.  With a gentle, arrogant push, Vacan walked into the woman's mind.  He showed her the view he saw; the gate outside their compound, just starting to lighten in the early pre-dawn.  Overlaying that image with his own face, he laughed once, the sound echoing around in her mind.  ~Come play with me.~

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #15 on: September 08, 2008, 12:17:05 AM »
If Vacan thought he was getting impatient, he should try being in her position for a few days.  The compound was on tight lockdown.  While she'd been working on the final touches of her repair work, a couple hot-shots had snuck out for a joyride to terrorize the "locals."  They'd made it back in just fine, but had felt the wrath of the leader before their engines had even begun to cool.  Which just made it that much harder for Vanity to make her own trip.  Even so, she still prepared, still planned, and the longer she sat on it all, the more she wanted to make him pay for what he'd done to her bike and leathers.
So it was with some shock that she suddenly felt the presence of another in her mind, and her hand tightened instinctively on the gun she'd been holding.  But as before, he would find no joy of fear from her.  Her eyes narrowed as she saw the compound, and his face.  No, not saw...her own eyes still reported the concrete floor by her feet and the gun in her hand, but her mind registered that, as well as the scene he pushed at her.
So he wanted to play games, did he?  Two could do that.  Vanity didn't know if it would work or not, but she pushed back with a scene of her own, a memory, of the lycan who had lunged at her head on, and the bullets she'd bored into his skull.  And again, the annoyed, impertinant push back of her thoughts, her lips only mouthing the words.  ~Wait your turn, Teeth.  I'm not done with you yet.~

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #16 on: September 08, 2008, 11:33:53 PM »
~Well, I should hope not.~  Smirking, Vacan rose, showing her the scene as he saw it. The sun was slowly rising over the dilapidated city, the multitude of broken windows glittering in the early morning.  ~Let me know when you're ready.~  With that, he cut the link, shaking his head.  

She still wasn't scared, but her fear wasn't what he was looking for anymore.  Anyone could be scared.  All he had to do was turn around, and he could find someone.  No, he didn't want that.  He wanted that thrill, that jolt he got from her.  That's what made it interesting.

If she wanted to wait, he'd wait.  She'd run out of time long before he would.

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #17 on: September 08, 2008, 11:45:21 PM »
It was more than a week before she finally got out.  The riders were getting restless.  Uppity.  They were picking fights and causing damage, some of which was not easily repaired.  So in an effort to calm their high-strung nerves, the pack leader had approved a short run, around the ring road that had been a highway that encircled the city decades ago when it had been much smaller and had yet to grow into its neighbors.  The buildings were still far enough away to keep them safe from any ambush from a lycan that thought to jump them from a window, but close enough for them to fire upon anything they saw.  Everyone was heavily armed, more so than usual, and ordered to dispatch anything that so much as moved with extreme predjudice.
Vanity, however, had another game in mind.  She rode towards the outside of the pack of Riders this time, scanning the buildings on her left for any sign of her new playmate, empty scrubland to the right where the desert had retaken that part of the oldest parts of the city.  "Alright Teeth, where are you?"  It was a low murmur into her helmet, impossible to hear even to her own ears over the roar of the bikes, but she was sure he was listening extra close tonight.  "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #18 on: September 09, 2008, 12:38:29 PM »
Every night, Vacan would sit on the roof of the building by the compound, waiting.  He saw the occasional raiders leaving, all of them coming back in one piece.  He could also hear the scuffling going on inside, and knew it wouldn't be long before they snapped.

The night the riders left, Vacan stayed close, following along the rooftops, watching.  The woman had stayed farther from the pack than she had before, watching for any signs of him.  He could hear her taunting him and smiled.  

This was gonna be fun.

Staying low, he waited until they reached a blind corner, most of the pack ahead of her, out of sight.  Just as she rounded the corner, coming up on a small alley, Vacan stepped off the roof and landed on the back of her bike, shifting his weight to throw the bike into a turn, shooting it down the alley.  At that speed, they were down into the dark before anyone could notice she was missing.

Vacan then leapt off the bike just as they moved through an intersection, throwing her off balance again.  He landed lightly on his feet, watching to see how she handled it, his grin once again that feral, possessive snarl.

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #19 on: September 09, 2008, 04:22:07 PM »
Her pulse jumped with the sudden weight, but only in surprise at the change.  She handled the unplanned turn perfectly, the sharpness of it taking her down low enough for her kneepad to spark off the asphalt.  But she never jerked or fought the bike, just plied herself to it and cooing gently at it like an old friend, easy shifts of her weight until they were upright again.  She kept as calm as possible, but could not stop the quickening of her pace as excitement crept into her veins.  Then his weight was gone again, and once more she finessed the bike back into an upright position.  She saw him in one of the mirrors, illuminated by an ancient solar-fed street light that refused to die, and rather than continuing to speed off and rejoin her pack, she hit the brakes hard and spun around with squealing tires to face him again, spearing him in her headlights.  She stared at him for a moment, sizing him up.  In these streets before the highway, he had the advantage of agility.  Her game called for her to have the advantage of speed.  Vanity revved the engine a couple times, then burned a donut into the street, taunting him, and facing herself down the wider of the two cross streets she now sat in, a block from where he'd leapt off.  And then she grinned, the crinkling around her eyes all that he would be able to see through the helmet  ~Catch me if you can...~  And then she was off, rearing up into a wheelie as she sped off and out of his sight.

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #20 on: September 09, 2008, 08:22:15 PM »
Her bright headlight illuminated Vacan's pale, pale skin, glittering in the light.  He raised a brow at her as she spun the donut, watching as she vanished into the dark.  The wheelie was a nice touch, he had to admit.  Licking his lips in anticipation, Vacan tucked into a crouch and took off after her, building speed.  

They wove through the twists and turns, the rider expertly avoiding any obstacle that came their way.  Occasionally, he would disappear from her mirror as he ran down a side street to take a shortcut, only to appear moments later, somewhat closer.  Throughout the whole chase, he was slowly gaining on her, inch by inch.  With one final push, he came even with her back tire.  ~Caught you.~

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #21 on: September 09, 2008, 08:33:39 PM »
Anyone else would have been terrified.  Maybe Vanity should have been, but she felt only excitement, even as the vampire gained on her.  It was her death that rushed after her with inhuman speed, and despite the danger of the situation, she had never felt so alive.  It was thrilling, and Vacan would have no trouble tasting her elation on the tip of his tongue or feeling it at the edges of his mind where her thoughts linked with his.  No, no fear from this one.  She even so much as laughed when he came even with her rear tire.  She flicked her gaze to him for an instant in the mirror, grinning wide behind the black of her helmet.  ~Wrong again, Teeth.~  They'd reached her destination, the long, straight highway that had once lead to another city, and now lead only to nowhere, at least nowhere that a human would be interested it going to.  Rumors said that if you followed it long enough through the desert, you'd eventually come to another city.  But no one knew how far that eventually was anymore.  ~Try again!~  Vanity gunned the engine again, pulling easily away from the vampire as she reached speeds that she rarely got to enjoy in the confines of the city.  Of course she had no intentions of being caught, but if he was going to feed from her, she'd make damn sure that he had to work for it.

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #22 on: September 09, 2008, 09:12:51 PM »
Her excitement spurred his own enthusiasm, but at the same time frustrated him.  He was hungry, damnit!  Too hungry for shit like this.  Digging deeper within himself, to reserves he'd not used in years, Vacan caught up with her again, this time not bothering to come even.  He just had to get close enough...

There!  Leaping forward, he grabbed the frame just under the back end, above the exhaust.  With a sharp yank, he pulled himself up, flipping head over ass over her bike to the front.  As he spun over her, he twisted in the air so when he came down, he was facing her.  Both hands grabbed onto her handles, legs tucked up against his chest so his feet rested on the nose of her frame.  Vacan sat there for the briefest second, baring his teeth in a grin/snarl before yanking on the front of the bike with all his strength.

Maybe it was a little bit of overkill.  Full strength probably wasn't -totally- called for, but it certainly was fun.

The sudden change in momentum threw the whole collection of them off the highway and into the bushes that lined the road.  Not wishing to damage his dinner just yet, Vacan grabbed a hold of the woman as the bike skidded away, whining on protest at the unintended angle of the engine.  The two of them rolled down a steep hill, coming to a stop when his body smashed into a large tree, toppling it with the force of their roll.  Vacan released her and hopped backwards, crouched, waiting.  He couldn't finish her off just yet; there had to be some reason she wasn't scared, some reason she'd come after him.  Since he couldn't just poke around in her head to find out what that reason was, he'd have to get it out of her other ways.

"Nice bike," he purred.  "Pity about it."  Behind the human, he could hear it sputtering feebly before finally going silent.  Icy eyes glittered as though lit from within.  A shock of blond hair was cropped short on the top of his head, the combination of light features harsh in comparison to his dark clothing.  Silhouetted against the starry sky, her looked like what every little child had nightmares about.  A long black trenchcoat was buttoned down his torso, revealing dark, though well tailored, pants.  It may be cliche, but he was comfortable, and could hide well.  It worked for him.  "Up for a dance?"

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #23 on: September 09, 2008, 09:35:12 PM »
First and last mistake, she'd gotten comfortable.  She'd taken her eyes off of him for too long, had underestimated his capabilities.  They'd been in 160's the last time she'd glanced at her spedometer, just out of curiosity, but that had been several minutes ago, so they were at least 180, if not pushing 200 when he caught her.  Vanity had had just enough time to widen her eyes in disbelief before he pitched her bike forward, and as much as Vanity loved her bike, and hated to be parted from it, she had enough sense to realize that, at this speed, holding on to it would do her no good.  Not that flying through the air as she now did with her ass above her head was any much better.  ~Fucker!~
She probably could have been more grateful for his intervention in her impending doom as a bloody smear down the highway, but in the current circumstances, she was none to pleased with him.  And after their sudden crashing stop against the tree, she was also none to quick to get her bearings again.  So, good thing for her that he was intrigued with her as more than just a potential meal.  But despite the fact that the ground seemed to keep spinning even after she was motionless, she could hear her bike as it struggled, took its last shuddering breath, and then died.  Which seemed to help clear her head.  "You...god damned...baby killer!!"  Vanity was finally up to her hands and knees, and speared him with a look of utter loathing from behind her cracked visor.

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Re: Welcome to the New World (WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE)
« Reply #24 on: September 09, 2008, 09:44:37 PM »
Narrowing his eyes, Vacan tilted his head sideways as he stared at her, kneeling in the grass.  He cast a confused look over in the direction of the bike, and back to her.  She certainly hadn't been pregnant, and even if she was, the crash wouldn't really have caused any problems.  So, really, the answer was simple.  "You mortals are all so fucking weird," he concluded.  

Shaking his head, Vacan slipped back into his feral state, grinning broadly.  "You made that too easy.  It could have been so much more fun."  Who would have had the most fun could have been briefly debated, but there was no reason.  Besides, he was far too excited to get a taste of her.  Snarling, he leapt towards her, catching her shoulders and slamming her onto her back.

An odd sensation gave him pause.  Cold steel between his eyes.  Different, he thought.  The sight of a gun pressed to his forehead brought the reality sharply into focus, and his smile turned into a full snarl.  "Fucking human," Vacan muttered, shifting his cold stare back down to her.  "You realize I could rip your goddamn throat out any second, yeah?"  A hint of what used to be an Irish accent trailed off the end of his sentence, a clear sign he was pissed.

 

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