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Private Darken The City, Night Is Awire

Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Vladislaus III Dracula, Dec 1, 2017.

  1. Vladislaus III Dracula

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    @Tom McNair
    October 9th

    Dracula chuckled, the night air didn't fog, his breath was about as cold as the night air, if not colder. He chased his prey through the streets, a young elven man, thin but quite athletic. But no amount no amount of acrobatics could truly help him escape Dracula, not when the laws of gravity were just more or less guidelines he could ignore. Whenever the young man leaped over a fence Dracula simply leaped over it. Whenever the man snuck underneath a fence Dracula would scale the wall simply by walking over it. There was nowhere he could truly run, if Dracula ever lost sight of him he simply took to the skies and began the chase again. It was slightly annoying but also he also had to admit he was having fun with the chase. But the morning hours drew closer and he had to speed up and end this foolish game and get his meal. He kept following the elf and then passed him, blocking off his escape. "I am still waiting for my meal tonight. And you are running out of places to run my friend. Let's end this game here." The alleyway was dimly lit and the walls were sheer, nowhere for the elf to climb to and he doubted he could just turn around without the vampire being upon him in a second. He pulled the small switch blade out of his pocket, knowing it would do little good, but hoping for the best. Dracula slowly walked towards his prey and threw open his cloak, reaching out one hand to beckon the man closer. The elf held out the knife and as soon as Dracula was within range he plunged the knife into his chest, piercing his heart with the steel blade. Dracula simply stood still, watching his prey slowly lose the final bit of defiance and sob as tears of defeat rolled from his eyes.

    "A valiant effort."
    Dracula chuckled, half meaning the comment, he tossed aside the knife and backhanded the elf, sending him flying across the alleyway and skidding across the ground. Dracula picked him up and extended his jaw, revealing a maw of sharp, needle like teeth. He drew the elf closer, shrieking loudly as he prepared for his feast.
     
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  2. Tom McNair

    Tom McNair Being Human

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    Tracking a vampire was a task sometimes. For humans, anyway, and boy did some of them know that. Tom had the convenience, however, of being something that was very much not human, and while there were some days he hated what he was for a hundred different reasons, when he was hunting vampires like he was now, he was thankful for it. It wasn't just the extra strength and agility that came with being a werewolf that put him on the same footing as vampires, Tom had done plenty of training, too, but it was definitely a perk that had kept him alive all these years.

    For Tom McNair, tracking a vampire was easy. Once he had their scent, it didn't just go away, and that wasn't any different now. He'd been on the creature's tail for awhile now, keeping back to work out just what it was he was dealing with. It was possible the vampire had caught his scent. Or maybe just the scent of a dog. He couldn't remember the number of times he'd been taunted by vampires for what he was, but it never mattered because they always ended up dead anyway.

    They were all the same. Putting creatures like him and like his dad in cages, making them fight for sport.

    And so, when he came around that corner and spotted the vampire going in for the kill, Tom didn't hesitate, urging himself forward with swiftness and pouring all of his strength into grabbing him around the back and the arms to try to haul him backward off of his victim, whirling around with the intention of shoving him back so that he was stood between the vampire and the poor, quivering elf behind him. "Get out o' here!" he called to the elf without looking back, already pulled a couple of freshly sharpened wooden stakes from inside of his jacket.

     
  3. Vladislaus III Dracula

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    Dracula froze when he felt arms looping around his waist and pulling at him, he stepped back, arms held to his sides like an annoyed parent who was being tackled by their child. His inhuman strength made him feel like a tree anchored to the ground. He released the elf and stepped back further when the man who'd intervened pushed himself between himself and the elf. He tilted his head and watched the young man. His lips pressed into an amused smirk. Another vampire hunter who thought that making the victim run away would make some sort of difference. He would still feed, he'd feed on him and then tear him apart, leaving his body parts all over the alleyway. Dracula crossed his hands behind his back and took a step closer, chuckling and leaning over to sniff at the man. "Young...virile. You'll do." There was something else, familiar but he didn't really care more than likely it would just be a fun bit of flavor mixing. He decided he'd give the boy a little bit of a sporting chance.

    And by sporting chance he meant false hope. "I'll give you the first blow hunter, no defenses, no tricks, go ahead, try and harm me with your weapons." He spread his arms wide and held his head back, exposing his vital regions, because he was Dracula, he was unkillable and he knew it. So what could just another hunter do? Stake him?
     
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  4. Tom McNair

    Tom McNair Being Human

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    God, he hated vampires, and this guy with his dark, slicked-back hair was a reminder of why. All arrogance, thinking he was better than everyone else. Thinking he could play with people, do whatever he liked until he was ready to feed on them. What would he do to a werewolf? What had he done to werewolves in the past? Put them in cages? Made them fight?

    The thought of it, the thought of what his dad had been through and of what he had been through, made his blood boil. The vampires he'd slaughtered here in Pandora who'd all tried to do the same, they made his blood boil, too.

    This guy wanted to talk, wanted to mock him, but Tom didn't respond. Not vocally, at least. Instead, there was a downward turn to his lips and a narrowing to his eyes, the look on his face serious. Dangerous. Like he'd done this before, and he had. Plenty of times. Twirling the stake in his right hand, Tom paced forward a couple of steps before throwing himself at the vampire, swinging one of his stakes toward his chest, right where the heart would have been.

    It wouldn't be that easy. He knew it, and so he was ready to side-step him, get out of the way if he needed to.