Red Blood City (1920s to 1930s)

[Lady Amira Nuit]

(OOC: This thread is back in the years 1920s and 1930s in Red Blood city. No young characters you already have should not be in this thread. Any older vampires can be or any older creatures. Not sure about werewolves unless they are older. I have made new character but like The Count could enter this thread if I wish him too. Just so you know.)

Vernon Cornwell II sat behind his desk in his really big leather chair. He wondered what the next steps were going to be on this matter. The evil leader of the vampire clan was getting to close. He needed to stop her at any cost, but how?

It seemed nothing was working...yet.

Standing he went over to his window and looked out. His werewolf brothers were sitting around playing poker and cleaning their guns and having fun with their girls. Smiling at the sight he wondered when his baby cakes was going to come threw his door, jump on on his desk, and kiss him. How he loved her.

With a sigh he just kept thinking of what his next plan of action was before he went back downstairs to let his men know what he wanted of them next. It had to be good sense that vampire b*tch took another one of his men away. She had to pay and he was going to make damn sure she would...

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Ruth had her dinner tied up in a chair. He looked so afraid to the point he was about to pee himself.

"Where is his hide out?" She asked him.

"Please," the human cried, "I dont know. Just don't..."

"What? Kill you? Please, don't beg for you life. You will die. Oh, yes! A horrible painful death that will bring me such joy when you scream out in pain." She moved in as she licked his neck. "Mmmm, so good."

"No!" The human cried.

"Then tell me!"

"I don't know anything! I swear!"

"To bad," Ruth hissed, "I was beginning to like you too."

"What?"

Before the human knew what hit him Ruth bit down on his neck as he began to scream out in pain just like she knew he would. She made all her killings as painful as possible because it brought her so much sexual joy. She began to move her arms up and down the front side of her dinners body as a knock on the door came. She hissed them to go away but the knock came again. As the blood dripped from her mouth she hissed them to enter as she went back to sucking the human's blood until he was going to be bone dry....

[Bucks23]

Towards the back of the room where the werewolf clan was hanging out was a solitary figure. He was dressed smartly though his clothes were perhaps a little worn. He had his jacket slung over one shoulder and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his eyebrows.

Mike Anthony Parker was one of the younger werewolves present, a distant cousin of Vernon's eager to prove his worth in battle. He had a young, ruggedly handsome face but ancient gray eyes peered out from under the brin of his fedora. He sat back in a chair with his feet up and a lazy plum of smoke rising from his cigarrett.

Mike didn't join the rest of his brothers and cousins in bravado banter and mindless chatter, he just remained in his own company, one of his twin caliburs in his hands as he inspected the barrel. He waited for instructions...

[Lady Amira Nuit]

Vernon watched his pack and noticed one he felt the need to get to know better. Walking back to his desk he hit the innercom but and said, "Have Bruce get Mr. Parker to come to my office."

"Yes, Mr. Cornwall."

He walked back over to the window and saw Bruce appear before Mike. Pointing up at the window he explained he was sure that it was important to see him right away. Few more moments passed before Mike pulled himself out of his chair and followed Bruce.

Vernon walked back to his desk and sat. Thinking about his father and now Bruce, who was a good friend of his father, he wanted to get to know the old dog better. No one knew senior Vernon better then Bruce...

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As Bruce looked up as Jenny came up to him he smiled. "Hey, Jenny baby. What can I do for you?"

Mr. Cornwall wants to see Mr. Parker right away sugar."

"Did he say what about?"

"Do I look like he tells me anything?"

Bruce smiled. "Sorry Jen. I'm goin."

"See you in a minute sugar."

They went their separate ways as Bruce entered the lounge. He guess that is what it was. Anyway, looking around he saw Mike in the corner and walked over to him.

"Mr. Cornwall wants to see you in his office, "He said pointing to the window andy seeing his old friends son. He reminded when senior Vernon stood there. How he missed him. Turning his attention back to Mike he said, "Before you ask I don't know what it is about so just follow me." He turned andy walked away knowing he would follow.

Walking up to the second floor they turned left andy headed down the hall. Coming to an office Jenny sat behind a desk just to the side of the door. "Go on in."

Bruce opened the door and entered as Mike followed. "Got you Mr. Parker sir."

"Thanks Bruce. That will be all."

"You got it," he said heading for out the door but not before he whispered to Mike, "Good luck." And disappeared leaving them alone.

"Please Mr. Parker sit." As he did he continued. "Thanks for coming up. Now, how long has it been sense we have talked? I cant remember for sure. But, I wanted to get to know you more because well tell you the truth I am looking for a younger wolf to become a lead and I would like to know more about you and see you in attention before I decide. How does that sound?"

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The man opened the door and sighed. "Mr. Vanhorn to see you miss."

The humans body shook then went limp. She stood and grabbed a towel and began to clean the blood off her month "Show him in then."

Vanhorn entered and sighed at the sight of her. "Please clean yourself up Ruth. The others will be here in matter of moments." He turned to Ruths servent and told him to remove the body. He did as command.

Ruth was all cleaned up before the council meeting was going to start as soon as they arrived.

[Bucks23]

“Sounds fine to me boss.” Mike answered, sitting in the chair that was offered him. “I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but I warn you I'm not exactly the 'leader' type, I follow orders. ” He looked around Vernon’s office. He had been in it a long while before and decided to take a moment to familiarize himself with the décor…

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There seemed to be a small voice in the back of his head telling him this was a mistake. To avoid death he was walking into the jaws of the beast itself.

Taking a last, deep calming breath, Dominik Adler walked across the street towards the headquarters of the undead. The street lamps reflected in his bright emerald eyes. He smelt the vampires before they appeared.

"You're on our turf pal." Said one vampire.

The second one laughed. "Ruth is gonna be pleased that we bagged ourselves a werewolf."

Dominik held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not here to fight. I need to speak to somebody in charge."

"You hear that? The dog makes demands of us." Said the first vampire.

The second vampire pointed a gun at Dominik. "This is loaded with silver bullets, you try anything funny and we'll shoot. Understand?"

Dominik nodded.

Moments later, a female vampire entered Ruth's lavish room and bowed her head to the older and more powerful vampire. "Mistress. The others have captured a werewolf that entered our domain willingly. He askes to see somebody in charge."

Dominik was being held in a room next door, his wrists bound by chains and a silver collar around his neck. He had been stripped to the waist. He had taken a beating at the hands of his captors and wore the bruises on his face and torso. He waited to see if the vampire called Ruth would see him...

[Lady Amira Nuit]

Vernon chuckled. "Anyone can follow orders but it only takes one to speak out too relay the orders. I sensed something in you boy. I like what I see so please just humor an old dog like me."

Standing he walked over to his window and looked down at his men below him. "Many years ago I sat where you are now. My father looked out this very window speaking to me about leadership and I didn't think I could do what he had done for so long. I wanted too be wild and be a follower but that wasn't me. As time went on being a leader and standing up for my fellow wolves I knew I would be standing here telling all this too my son." He lowered his head. "Sadly my family is gone and it is time too look for a new apprentice." He looked toward him. "Its you. Don't ask me how I know but I just know." He walks over and sat back down and stared at him. "I want to know all about you boy. Everything because I want you too be my new man in charge, ok? Will you do it?"

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Ruth sighed. "The council will have too wait."

She headed out as the vampire showed her the way. Entering the room in the building beside hers, she walked over too the wolf as a vampire had a chair and put it before him so she sat before him.

"Any mutt that walks into my domain wants one of two things. Number one, he has a death wish. Number two he wants something. Seeing how your not shaking out of your fur it must be option two." One vampire handed her a knife that the blade was made up silver. "Why are you here and what's in it for me if I let you live?"

Ruth was one hell of a leader sense the dark days back in 1300s. King Ganderloft was a very powerful vampire. One that took no sh*t from anyone. She wanted too be just like him.

[Bucks23]

Mike nodded. “I’ll do it. Just don’t call me ‘boy’ again and we’ll get along fine.” He took off his hat and put it down on the desk in front of him. He could hear laughter and music coming from the room downstairs. It was good to hear the others enjoying themselves but he was here on a mission. He wouldn’t be able to relax until the vampires had been dealt with.

“I don’t really know what to tell you. My father is Rutger Parker, one of your cousins. He got the call for war and sent me in his place. He’s too old to fight these days. I’ve been training most of my life to shoot and hand to hand combat. I’ve killed vampires before. I can handle my own.”

Mike didn’t mention anything about his private life, only what he believed was relevant to the mission at hand.

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Dominik’s bright green eyes flickered towards the knife the vampire female was handling. He didn’t want that anywhere near him, he knew what silver could do to his flesh.

“Look…uh… Ruth is it?” Dominik started, looking towards her face and forcing a grim smile. “I want the same thing you do. I want the Cornwall pack dead and buried. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

It seemed she still needed convincing he could be an asset. He turned his eyes towards the knife again and concentrated for a moment. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead before trickling down his face. Suddenly the knife floated out of Ruth’s hand and up into the air above them. He turned his head upwards to follow the knife with his eyes and keep it in the air. He turned it slowly in a circle.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure every damn one of them are exterminated.”

[Lady Amira Nuit]

Vernon chuckled. "I promise I wont call you boy. I will call ya Mike and you can call my Vern. We are family so it works out."

He then walked back to his desk and sat. Opening his bottom draw he pulled out a box and sat it facing Mike. "This was mine when I was about your age until my father die and gave me his. I loved it to death and wish it to see the light of day again. I want you too have it."

He opened the box and sitting within was a handgun. "This gun is my pride and joy. Even though its not very old I love it and have killed so many with it." He picked it up the way a mother would with a baby. "Its a Izarra Ruby Pistol. WWI French issued." He held it in his hand pointing it toward the wall. "Fits like a glove."

He then flipped it in the air and caught it with the handle faces him. "If you take this then it means you are my second. No one will doubt you or your command. If they do then they answer to me." He waited and watched. Whatever his past was is gone. The moment Vernon saw him that is when he knew. No one every questioned his father nor him up until this point. They still wouldn't. They trusted their pack leaders judgement so whatever he said always went.

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Ruth listened to his words and heard nothing until the knife was ripped from her hand and began to float. The vampires around her in shock until it was over Ruths head and began to rush forward. Ruth stood and yelled, "Freeze! No one touch him." Everyone passed. "No one touch him."

She looked toward his eyes. Still focused on the knife above him she said, "Free yourself and then we will talk." She already saw her perfect world. This mutt came to her to, for what? She couldn't wait to found out. So just watching in awe she was so happy and couldn't wait to show him off to the council. They would truly fear her after todays meeting and would never question her again. Man she could hardly wait.

[Bucks23]

Mike leaned forward and reached out. He took the gun from Vernon and examined it in his hands. "Look like you've got yourself a new right hand man." He said. He stood up from the desk. "Now with all that outta the way, I say we make a hit on one of the vamps' places. Just to let 'em know we don't take kindly to them butchering one of our boys. There's a jazz club downtown where the blood suckers congregate..."

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Dominik sighed with relief. "As you say my Lady." He let the knife suddenly drop out of the air. It stabbed into the carpet at his feet as he worked his magic on the chains binding his hands. He grunted with concentration, the muscles standing out in his arms and neck before the chains started popping open. The collar dropped from his neck and he rubbed where the silver had been burning his skin.

Dominik grabbed his shirt from a nearby table and slipped it on over his shoulders. As he fastened up the buttons he decided to come clean about his intentions, "Thank you for hearing me out. I know this must seem weird, a werewolf wanting to help the vampires, but I need Cornwall and his family gone. All of 'em. I can't chance man, woman or child slipping away. They all gotta die. If they don't, it's been ordained that one of that blood line is going to kill me. I'll do whatever you want to get rid of them."

[Spartan 999]

Garnian Krai stepped through the dark alleys of Red Blood, cane tapping lightly on the pavement. He seemed to be enjoying his stroll, even though far from friendly eyes were staring at him from various places. He wore clothing more appropriate for the turn of the century, as opposed to thirties outfits; he could fit in, but it was still an oddity. A drop of rain splashed on the brim of his moderately tall, curvy-brimmed hat. Another drop of precipitation fell, this time landing on his gloved hand. In just about thirty seconds, a light rain had started--Garnian seemed to stay completely dry, even though drops splashed on him rapidly.

He looked up as a man stepped before him, small revolver in hand; he could also sense the presence of a second thug behind him. "-said give me your stuff!" The man growled, shaking the gun. Without breaking stride, Garnian twirled his cane, which had suddenly become an elegant sword. The blade cut through the man's wrist from below, catapulting the revolver into the air, and a second slash cut through his throat. The revolver spun in the air, then something odd happened as it came to eye level. With the barrel facing the second thug who had lifted a piece of pipe to try to cave in Garnian's skull, the gun fired.

The slug caught the second man in the face, making him do a backflip, gore splashing onto the pavement. As the force of the exploding gunpowder propelled the revolver back, it smacked loudly into the first man, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.

Garnian continued walking, not bothering to do anything about the two dead men he left in the rain. Vampire scavengers would probably get to them before long, and the magus had somewhere to go. The cane resumed its tapping once more.

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Gwaed Blaidd inhaled, then sighed as he exhaled. The numerous scents and smells of the city flowed through his nose, and the nerve receptors transmitted the information to his brain with a speed almost unrivaled by any creature on the planet. He looked up, blinking once as it started to rain. He shrugged, then pulled the hood over his head. He stepped up to the edge of the building he had been walking across, eyes roving over the environment. He paused as he heard a commotion some distance away. He put a foot over the edge, then dropped.

The ancient werewolf landed with a muted splash, seemingly unaffected by the five story drop. He started walking again, briskly this time, to the source of the barely audible noises he had heard. He inhaled, then bared his teeth as he smelled the scent of blood and a single vampire. He turned a corner, then stopped as he saw a dark form crouched over a feebly stirring one. As he stepped closer, he heard the vampire giggling evilly as he teased the young woman, reveling in her plaintive moans and futile struggle.

Gwaed walked towards the vampire, stopping about one meter away. The vampire slowly turned, one hand clamped around the naked girl's throat. She gasped and sputtered for air as he tightened his grip.

"Go away, mutt, before I drain you dry too." The vampire muttered, glaring up at Gwaed. Slowly, the werewolf drew his schiavona. twirling it experimentally. "Heh, so it's gonna be like that..." The vampire growled, standing to his full height. He stood about one inch taller than the werewolf. He pounced, screeching in agony as Gwaed sidestepped, sword stealing his right leg. Gwaed snagged his stump with his off-hand, then hurled the evil creature against the wall, sword plunging after the flailing body.

The vampire ceased moving as the sword entered its heart, impaling it against the wall. Gwaed tugged his sword free, then walked over to the girl. She was coated in blood, much of it her own, and trembling violently. Gwaed sheathed his sword, then knelt beside the girl. He put a hand over her heart, growling as he felt the organ pump erratically. She was as good as dead at this point. Regretting that he had no other option, he placed a hand on either side of the girl's head, then leaned over to lightly kiss her forehead.

"Forgive me..." He whispered. Claws sprang from his fingertips, stabbing deeply into the girl's head. She stopped moving instantly, quite dead. Gwaed placed her arms over her chest, then closed her eyelids over glazed eyes. He rose to his feet, then tensed as he smelled something new. He had been careless, made a mistake. He had entered a powerful vampire's territory, and he bet anything the bloodsucker he had just killed was an associate of the female vampire's. He Inhaled again, trying to remember who it smelled like...

"Sh*t ." Gwaed growled. Ruth...if that was even her real name. He had run into her a few years back, and the two had not parted on friendly terms. And now, he had violently slain one of her associates--in her own territory, no less. He froze as he heard vague voices speaking from the building immediately to his right. He strained his ears, grimacing when he heard Ruth's voice.

"-rself and then we will talk." Came Ruth's voice. He had no idea what she was doing, but he didn't feel like slaughtering an entire coven of vampires that night.

He swore again under his breath, turning to run as a vampire sentry opened a door in the building not five feet away. He fired silver-tipped bullets from his gun, the slugs sparking as they hit the ground and whizzed through the air.

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Up where Ruth and Dominik were talking to one another, they heard the sounds of several gunshots.