Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 11, 2006 23:52:38 GMT
Continued from: The Onyx; The Roof.
Even without a kill to finish it off, a hunt could still send a rush of excitement through her veins; a kind of thrill that she just couldn’t find anywhere else. She’d tracked the human’s scent all the way to one of the dirtier alleys that Los Angeles held, in the deep belly of the city, where all manner of lowlifes and supernatural riff-raff liked to scuttle around, going about their underhanded business, where they hoped no one would notice.
Elena noticed. She just didn’t care. Her solid, low heels barely made a whisper as she stuck to the shadows, her eyes only just hinting at yellow as she watched the young human lean back against the wall. Was he human? Really? She’d seen him change his face, body structure, and even his clothes… and yet his scent was unmistakeable as that of a mortal.
You never covered this one, she thought ‘to’ her father, cocking her head so that a bang tumbled across her face. Guess I’ll have to figure it out by myself…
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 15, 2006 21:11:36 GMT
Oh, the boy was paying attention. Elena quirked a brow, halfway between amused and surprised, but not quite reaching impressed. Of course, his little ‘trick’ had already sparked that in the female wolf, but he had yet to prove he could do more than outrun a couple of cops. Not that she hadn’t found that entertaining…
She debated dragging out the game, but she might lose her little quarry if she didn’t at least keep his attention, so she decided to end her teasing. “Nobody you know,” she told him, stepping out of the shadows without a sound other than her voice. Her eyes didn’t quite carry the smile that had settled on her lips. “But I saw your little show back there… gotta admit I’m curious.”
It was inevitable he would deny it. Why would he admit to being a ‘freak’…?
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 22, 2006 18:33:50 GMT
Elena studied the boy. Would he admit to it? Would he…
The she-wolf’s head tilted, and she looked back the way she had come. Her eyes glowed subtly in the darkness of the alley, but the colour was gone before she looked back to the young human. Her curiosity was tugging against her instincts. She would know that smell anywhere, and the wolf inside of her was growling loudly. “Hmm,” she murmured, studying the mortal before her again. “Duty calls, but don’t go far…”
Flashing him a smile, she turned on her heel, coat swirling, before she vanished into the shadow again, following her sense of smell.
Continued at: The Onyx; Club Exterior and Alleys.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Nov 20, 2006 3:23:24 GMT
Continued from; Apartment Complex; Building C; Connor’s Apartment
Dark and dingy back alleys hadn’t exactly been top of Connor’s list of attractive night time places of L.A. It hadn’t been anywhere in that list. Not that he had a list of scenic places in L.A… Connor wrinkled his nose slightly as he moved along the alley, wondering what internal instinct had led him to pace through passages filled with garbage instead of some dark bar where he could pick someone up for the night.
He kicked at a pile of old boxes, annoyed at himself and the world in general. “No fun, no fighting… I could have stayed in my own apartment… at least I wouldn’t have this smell,” he muttered to himself, letting his pace pick up a little. Despite all that, Connor still didn’t go and search out a bar, his wolf stirring restlessly, want to stay in the alleys. To hunt, although what it expected to find in an urban back alley on a full moon, was beyond him.
The scent of vampire came to him and he smiled, humour restored. Perhaps he would be able to get some action tonight after all. Inside the wolf all but smirked, amused that once again, it was right. Connor shook his head, relaxing his muscles, shaking out his limbs and getting ready for the insuring fight. The werewolf turned a corner, slipping from one alley to the next, spying two male vampires, hunched over a human. From the amount of blood he could smell, the paleness in the woman’s skin, Connor felt sure she was dead.
“Only two vampires? Pity… I’d hoped for more of a challenge…” Connor shrugged mentally and stepped forward, smirking as they noticed him, looking up from their meal.
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Connor
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Post by Connor on Nov 23, 2006 2:27:51 GMT
Connor grunted as one of the vampire’s rammed into him, trying to knock the werewolf to the ground. He gripped the vampire by the shoulders, pushing down as hard as he could and simultaneously launching himself up into the air, flipping over the vampire and landing behind him, kicking out backwards as he did. The werewolf grinned, eyes turning white as he ducked the rough punch, knee flying up to hit the vampire squarely in the chest. He lashed out, sending the vampire to the ground, ignoring him now as a non threat.
The werewolf growled under his breath as he stalked towards the first vampire, grabbing him by the scuff of the neck, pulling him upright. Connor let go of him, gun appearing in his hand.
“Don’t do it,” Connor warned, gun firmly pressed against the centre of the vampire’s forehead. He pulled his sword free with his left hand, letting the blade point down, still standing almost sideways on. Without flinching, he stared into the eyes of his enemy, breathing slowly. Calmly. He was in the eye of the storm and there was perfect clarity for a moment.
His mentor’s voice rung in his head, reminding him of this moment. Of the second, no matter how brief, how fragile and fleeting, where one must make the choice to kill or to spare. “Don’t…” Connor repeated with his whole attention seemingly focused on the vampire his gun was pressed against. He shifted slightly, grip flexing around the handle of his sword.
Behind him, the vampire he had knocked to the ground was silently climbing to his feet, murderous intent in the blood red eyes. “I choose…” He exhaled, squeezing the trigger on his Smith and Wesson, already spinning round without bothering to make sure his bullet had hit its target, his sword rising up, metal glinting from the overhead light of the alley. He swung, his weapon cleaning slicing the head off the vampire trying to sneak up on him. Connor panted, eyes darting around the alley, listening for any sign of an attacker.
“I told you not to do it,” Connor informed the small pile of ash in front of him, calmly slipping the sword back into its sheath.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
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There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Nov 24, 2006 3:12:37 GMT
The body of the vampire’s victim was still lying still on the ground. Connor approached it cautiously, pulling out his second Smith and Wesson, aiming them both at the female body. The whole alley was deadly quiet, too quiet and Connor didn’t like it one little bit. The silence set him on edge, feeling as if there was a punch line still to be played. There were many things Connor hated about the world – this feeling in the air as if something was still left undone was one of them.
He crouched down next to the woman, placing one of the guns by her side. Gently, he prised her cold mouth open, sticking his finger inside, feeling around for some trace of blood, unsure if she had just been a meal or something more. When Connor pulled his finger back out, there was a faint trace of blood on it. Not enough for the werewolf to be completely sure… “I’m so sorry,” he told the corpse, meaning sorry both for her death and for her possible turning.
Connor picked up his second gun again and leaped onto a nearby dumpster, watching the body while he tried to decide what to do. To wait and see if she changed into a vampire and then shoot her, thus removing all evidence he had done anything… or to not risk it, shoot her now, leave her body intact with some trace of himself, but to give her family something to bury.
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Connor
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Post by Connor on Nov 28, 2006 0:15:10 GMT
“Sorry darlin’ I can’t afford to wait any longer.” Connor jumped back down from the dumpster after a while, his wolf itching to get them moving again. It still wasn’t satisfied with the hunt and it had found the battle with the two vampires simple an appetiser. Just enough to get him excited and ready to get into a huge battle… only to find it over before it began.
He aimed one of his guns at the woman, shooting her point blank range dead centre in her forehead. If she had been turned it would stop the process, and if not then he had just shot a corpse. Either way, he had left something for her family. Without hesitating Connor bent down and with his skilled fingers quickly rooted through the woman’s pockets. After a few moments he pulled out a purse, a smirk appearing on his face as he did. One that only increased when he opened it and saw the number of bills inside. It seemed that he had interrupted the vampires before they could rob her.
“Thank you,” he told the corpse, standing up again and stuffing the whole thing, purse and all into a pocket. “You’ve just given me enough money to actually have a meal.” His stomach growled at that, reminding him just how hungry he really was. Connor just wasn’t sure which urge was stronger – to hunt or to feed. In a way, he supposed as he took off down the alley, they were one and the same.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
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There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Dec 6, 2006 1:21:30 GMT
He turned down another back alley; absently leaping from dumpster to fire escape as he went. Anything to provide a little excitement in his walk, a little challenge. Something to take the edge of his wolf, yearning and howling inside for excitement, blood and pack. Connor mistrusted packs, the mentality behind them but during the nights of the moon he couldn’t help but think wistfully back on a time when he hadn’t been alone for those nights – even if he had hated the pack he had belonged to, at least it had been pack.
The male werewolf found his thoughts turning back to the giant map in his room along with everything he still needed to find out about this city. At times it felt like an impossible task – the hardest part he knew would be staking out any werewolf pack strongholds without seeming a threat, something that took skill and being subtle. Or in Connor’s case skill, experience and pure dumb luck.
Connor didn’t know what he would do if he ever succeeded in his task. It had been hovering in front of him for so long now that he all but mentally accepted it as the gold at the end of the rainbow. And you never reach the end of the rainbow.
Shaking his head to try as if he could physically dislodge the depressing thoughts from his mind, he picked up his pace. Almost jogging now he continued his aimless trek through the seedy side of L.A.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
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There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Dec 8, 2006 14:26:10 GMT
The werewolf fighter – he still thought of himself as a fighter despite no longer being in a pack – could feel something change in the alley around him. Visually there was nothing different about the area as he crossed a quiet road and entered another back alley, nose wrinkling slightly at the overflowing dumpsters. Human’s never looked at things long term – Connor didn’t blame them, if you only live one lifetime, he wouldn’t waste it on if he’d thrown the garbage out correctly. It wasn’t that which tugged at his wolf though, the creature whining softly in his head.
He felt it as he moved; a subtle shift in the air around him. Different scents bleeding together and signalling a change in ownership, in rights. In a city with two packs it could only mean that he had crossed the invisible line between territories. Connor froze on the line for a moment indecisive, weighing up his options. Technically he lived in the other pack’s territory which meant those in this side might not look too favourably upon him should he be discovered.
After another second or two of thinking, he plunged ahead a smirk on his lips. Sooner or later he would have to explore this side. It might as well be tonight, when his wolf felt the strongest.
Continued in; Rayne’s Territory; Alleys and Streets; Back Alleys.
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Deiniol
Human
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 22, 2007 19:34:05 GMT
Continued from: Main Streets with Yelena
He was running, why was he running?
The cool night air was brushing past his face, feeling as if he was being gently slapping with every step he took. Blood was trickling down his face from the only major cut he had suffered, running along the skin and dripping into the crease of his mouth. Slowly, Denny became aware of his surroundings, aware of the woman he was leaning most of his weight on, who was leading him and in fact pretty much dragging him along the street.
It was the woman from the church. Denny shook his head feebly, legs stumbling under him as he tried to pull away, not really sure of what he was doing or where he was trying to go, so long as it was away from her. He had been in a crash hadn’t he? Other people had been in the crash too… Denny pulled away again, slightly stronger this time and enough to actually be noticed, wanting to get away, get away.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 20:16:09 GMT
Yelena was intent on finding a mode of transport to get them back out to the suburbs, back out to her home where she could take stock and let herself calm down a little. All the excitement had her itching for a nice glass of red wine, a nice hot shower and a change of clothes before she started to have some real fun. She was moving with a great deal of speed, looking for another car to nab when she felt her charge stirring and start to pull away. She snarled. She stopped mid-stride and pushed him up against the back alley wall, pressing his shoulders against the bricks behind him.
"Ah, ah, ah." She said in annoyance, tugging at the collar of his shirt and ripping the fabric slightly, "Can't have you lucid just yet, making our getaway any harder, can I?" She hissed, holding him firmly in place whilst she bared her fangs. She'd just make a little bite, just enough to keep him submissive until she got him home, got him to her basement and tied him up so that the fun and games could really start. Yelena didn't hesitate. Her patience was all gone for the time being and she simply sunk her teeth into the soft, warm flesh of his neck.
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Deiniol
Human
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 22, 2007 20:33:53 GMT
Everything was moving too fast for Denny again, his brain struggling to keep up and break through the haze that seemed to have engulfed it. He felt rather than actually saw her push him against the bricks of the alley wall, stone work digging into his back as she effortlessly held him in place. He struggled weakly even so, a tiny sob escaping from his mouth at the way he was totally pinned in place, unable to move or do anything but watch as she… bared her fangs at him.
His eyes widened in panic and fear at the sight of too long fangs, or bright red glowing eyes that no matter what he tried to tell himself, he couldn’t fully blame on whatever was wrong with him. He wasn’t imagining it, his upbringing instantly filling in the gaps, pointing to one thing and one thing only despite all manner of common sense.
Fampir.
Denny cried out in pain as fangs pierced his neck with a soft ‘pop’ sound, eyes rolling up in their sockets. It suddenly became hard to breath or move his limbs, each as heavy as lead. The pain vanished as quickly as it begun leaving behind a light-headed, almost intoxicating feeling. His brain swum and things like struggling or trying to move away suddenly became unimportant as his head slowly rolled back, a soft moan slipping out as he did.
Denny ignored the surroundings, the dank alley his breathing low and ragged, body slumping into her form.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 21:46:10 GMT
Yelena was careful. Years of practise had taught her how to control the innate desire to suck her victim dry and even as she tightened her grip against his shirt she was pulling back. Her mouth was bloody and she ran her tongue over her lips with an uncharacteristic smile aimed at Deiniol. She had heard the moan, felt his weight drop against her and it had more than satisfied her temper. Even now she was growing more and more convinced that she had found at least a fragment of what she had been scouring the city the for so many years. Ideas for the sort of pain he could make him endurewere already forming in the twisted recesses of her mind. She stroked his hair with one hand, "There, there..." she cooed, "Good boy. Just a little further now and we'll be home, and I'll give you something to moan about."
Forcefully she grabbed his belt and collar and pulled him out form the wall, smiling to herself the whole time. She yanked him along, knowing that he wouldn't be struggling against her for the time being. That in itself was helpful n the next task she had her sights set on. A car had rolled to a stop at the end of the alleyway and her smile simply grew. It had been too long since she had had a night like this.
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Deiniol
Human
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 22, 2007 22:56:30 GMT
He was barely conscious of the blood that was still slowly trickling down the cut on his cheek and the two tiny puncher marks on his neck. Already though the marks were closing, blood clotting and stemming the flow. Denny felt the hand in his hair as if from a great distance, as though it was happening to someone else and he was simply watching the scene from a distance. He heard her speak but again it was from a distance, too far away to really matter.
Denny focused on breathing instead, his throat aching and making it a challenge to simply stay awake and stay breathing. The feel of a hand on his belt brought a flush to his cheeks although it faded after a moment, the loss of blood meaning he just didn’t have enough blood to spare for something as trivial as an embarrassed blush. The young man docilely followed the vampire, too dazed to do anything else.
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Yelena
Vampire
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Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 23:39:16 GMT
The owner of the car that Yelena had spotted got out and disappeared pretty quickly. She didn't care why. All she cared about was the fact that this was the fastest way to get out of the city and back home. She leant Denny against the hood, moving him like a puppet on a strong and she smiled a little, thought it was gradually turning back into a sneer and after a moment of playing her fingers across her new toy's lips she slammed her fist into the car.
As she had predicted the alarm went off. It was a nice car and owners of nice cars did not want them to be stolen; too bad for this particular owner. She couldn't hotwire the damn thing, so she'd have to go about getting it going in another way. He came running and Yelena turned as he shouted to them, she walked the few paces that separated them and threw a right hook hard enough to knock him off his feet and then render him unconscious. She nonchalantly picked up his car keys from a limp hand and then returned to the car.
She unlocked it and put Denny inside, in the passenger seat in a way that would have to pass for gently for now. She even buckled him in, there was no sense in his being injured by something as stupid as the journey back to her house. A few moments later she was gunning the engine all pulling away, heading for the suburbs which would be the only place Deiniol would see for a while, if Yelena got her way.
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