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Post by thane on Jul 9, 2010 10:41:47 GMT -5
The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls It comes awake and I can't control it Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster
They stared at their lifeless prey with red bloodshot eyes, the scent of the spilled blood making them growl low on the back of their throats. Fuck it, he was too late. He stood still and allowed the biggest, meanest one of the bunch sniffed the air and caught his scent into the night wind. Slowly the animal turned his head to gaze at him. “Who are you?” They all stood silently for a second, sizing each other before he replied. “I’m Daniel Thane, the last thing you will ever see in your accursed life.” The were chuckled a dark and blood curling laugh. “Looks like we have a live one boys! And he is a cocky one. Kill him.” As the were motioned, the rest of the pack thrust forward like the rabid beasts they were, bloody shot eyes and sharp claws and canines glowing lightly in the dark, closing in for the kill. Daniel watched her for a moment under hooded eyes before with unnatural grace, he reached inside his black overcoat and pulled out a pair of twin silver pistols. His movements were deliberated and calculated. Five bullets to the right, five bullets to the left. Ten weres collapsed dead in the matter of seconds. The rest of the pack was too close for bullets, so he let the blades in them do the talking. One swipe and a head fell into the streets. The warm spray of blood reaching his face, and how he hated himself for feeling that particular rush when a drop of the blood reached the tip of his tongue… But there wasn’t much time to contemplate on it, as other monsters were in need of well deserved hacking. And it wasn’t long before furry arms and legs were sent flying around until he was the only one standing in a pool of blood and guts. The leader, the big and mean bastard that had relished on the kill of innocents showed fear for the first time in his life. Without the pack to keep him confident, he turned on his hells and started to run. Daniel aimed the pistol at the back of his head. Just press the trigger and it would be another rabid dog down, he would be doing the world a favor. But no. He placed his pistols back inside his coat, and in turn took out a small metallic disk into his palm. The press of a button revealed three sharp little blades that sticked out, perfectly balanced in his hand and he thrusted back and let it rip through the air. The star found its nest on the back of the were’s, causing him to howl in pain and fall to the ground with a loud thump. He was severely hurt, but not dead… Yet. “You’re going to be delivering a message to your boss,” Daniel’s voice sounded low, calm. “Are…are you going to let me go them?” Tilting his head, the vampire crossed the distance between then with ease and pulled a pair of unique looking blades that sported a gap in their middle. They spinned in his hands with practiced ease and glinted against the dim light in a deadly glow. “Not exactly.” The screams soon faded into the night. His prey would know the message when he’d seen his handwork. There was a simple enough and unmistakable context to it. Death was coming for him.
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jul 9, 2010 11:57:47 GMT -5
Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil inside One night of the hunter One day I will get revenge One night to remember One day it'll all just endHow could she have been so stupid? What a great bounty hunter she was, letting her bounty get away from her. One minute she'd been storming through the guy's house, ready for action, and the next she had a bullet in her shoulder. Thank god for her quick reflexes, or that bullet would have planted itself straight in her heart. And then not only would she be a stupid bounty hunter, she'd also be a dead one too. Werewolf or not, a bullet to the heart was a pretty decisive way to die. Now she was sprinting through the streets, trying to dig the bullet out of her shoulder before the wound healed with the bullet still in there. It hurt like a bitch, but she knew that getting it out later, when the would was already healed, would hurt even more. And going to a hospital was just entirely out of the question. Just as she was closing in on the guy's scent, a spin-chilling sound pierced through the night. Her acute hearing picked them up; the screams of agony, as well as the cries of battle. Something bloody was going on, and it was happening close by. Following her senses, Syria decided to change direction, and investigate. When the wind shifted, she smelled it; there was blood in the air, and she knew all too well what kind of blood. Werewolves. Was there a pack nearby? Honestly, she had no idea. She had no ties to any other werewolves, nor did she even desire any ties. While she had come to accept what she was, that didn't mean that she was openly going to live her life that way. There was also the scent of human blood in the air as well; damn werewolves must have been opening preying on people in the city. With a look of disgust, she sped up her pace, rushing. As she neared the scent, Syria slowed down, pulling an ornate silver dagger out of a sheath she had hidden on her back under her jacket. Keeping her back against a wall, her feet edged along the concrete quietly, her eyes peering around the corner. There was a man standing amidst a horse of bodies, covered in carnage. From his scent she could tell he was a vampire; had he caused all this death? Steeping out of the shadows silently, Syria held her dagger aloft. "Who the hell are you?" she questioned sternly, keeping her body taut with tension, ready to strike. "And what the hell happened here?" She wanted answers.
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Post by thane on Jul 9, 2010 13:56:42 GMT -5
Ah the silence that followed, so quiet that he could hear the blood dripping still from the carnage and its scent messed with his instincts, brought him closer to the edge and make that nasty bloodlust vibrate with a sickening intensity inside him. He could imagine all that warm blood going through his throat and closing his eyes and holding his breath was all he could do to stop himself from launching himself down and feasting in the blood.
No, he refused to be like this, he had to be more than this hungry monster.
But the dripping of the blood wasn’t all that he heard. No, there were light as feather footsteps coming from behind him.
Resuming his breathing – and he already hated her just for that – he sensed her. A female, but still one of them, a were. So he hadn’t been as thorough as he believed he had been on this hunt and one had slipped through the cracks it seemed.
Daniel Thane wasn’t the kind of man who liked to be proven wrong. Luckily this was one mistake he could fix.
Eyeing the severed head in his hand, he acted as if he was oblivious to her presence as he kept onto the task at hand, to slice the top of the road sign ahead with a swipe of his blade and stick the head into it for his target to see it.
Fear, he had come to learn it, was a powerful tool, made his enemies nervous to the point of tripping on their own feet…preferably into a grave if he could help it.
And then the little wolf speak.
But Daniel didn’t turn right away, he kept his back to her and a trained ear into the sound of her steps and knew exactly where she was.
Had she missed the carnage? No matter, he could still give her a sample of it and show her how her pack had met their end.
Coolly, he leaned down to wipe his blade at the ripped clothes of one of the fallen weres and finally turned to her.
“You can call me death little wolf.”
Spinning the blade in his hand, he rushed towards her, leaping into the wall next to him, he was able to use the momentum to take a few steps in and then jump down with a swipe that if the little one wasn’t fast enough would cut her in half.
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jul 9, 2010 14:34:58 GMT -5
Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil inside One night of the hunter One day I will get revenge One night to remember One day it'll all just endWith reflexes that were more instinctual than conscious, Syria dove to the side, stifling back a cry of pain as she felt the blade cut through the flesh on her side. It was a shallow wound, but the silver in the blade made it hurt like a bitch, almost like salt and acid poured over an open wound. As she rolled over the blood soaked concrete, she had to fight every nerve in body that was screaming with the urge to change. The wolf inside her was clawing forward, trying to break free. The urge was so strong that it was almost nauseating, but Syria kept a firm grip on her control, and forced the wolf to back down. The wolf was strong, but too instinctual. If she let it take over, it would go for the obvious kill, which would probably get it, which also meant her, killed. Whoever this guy was, he was quick...deathly quick. And apparently he also wanted her dead. Honestly Syria had absolutely no idea who the hell this guy was, but shit, if he was going to try to kill her, she was going to try and kill him back. It was plain and simple logic. Okay, maybe she wouldn't kill him, but she'd at the very least defend herself and at least subdue him enough that her life wasn't in danger anymore. Killing him would be easier, but damn that stupid moral compass of hers... "Well 'Death'..." she retorted, crouching on the cement in a feral position. "Sorry to tell you but I'm not ready to die yet. People to see, places to go and all." Sure, probably the smartest thing to mock a guy that was trying to kill her, but whatever. Launching herself Syria feigned going for the obvious kill, slicing the dagger toward the vampire's throat. But in the last second, she put all her weight on one foot, and pounced upward, somersaulting over him, and aiming a kick straight at the back on his head.
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Post by thane on Jul 9, 2010 15:46:22 GMT -5
The girl was faster than he had anticipated, but his blade had got away with a taste of her blood. Maybe she would prove to be more of a challenge than her friends were…
Good.
“Life is full of disappointments. Learn to live with it little wolf, or roll over and play dead.”
As she raced towards him, the blade once again twirled in his hands and his muscles tensed, ready to dodge the dagger in her hands and dive his sword into her heart and the word would be safer once another rabid dog was put down.
For five states Daniel had trailed the monsters to this place, following their trail of blood and death. Men, women, children…they made no distinction for the ones they preyed upon. The twisted remains that they left behind had left the police baffled. So complex were the scene of horrors in their awake, innocent houses turned into slaughterhouses, it was only fair that he repaid them for what they done.
His grip tightened at the sword’s handle just as the girl leaped into the air above him and he turned his face in time to receive a swift kick to the side of his face.
A thin strain of blood emerged from his mouth onto the side of his lips and he licked it. Turning his head coolly from one side to the next, he allowed his muscles to crack and raised a brow at her. At least this one had any brains on her head. Sometimes he wanted to crack skulls open just to find out how some people could live without brains.
“Nice acrobatics show, but you’re going to need a lot more than that if you expect to crawl out of here alive and hide behind your boss.”
The almost imperceptible shift from weight from one leg to the next was the only indication that he was on the move again. A swing of his sword gave a shimmering noise as the blade cut only air above her head, nothing but a distraction as a wicked right hook followed at her jaw as payback.
She wasn’t the only one who could employ divertive tactics.
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jul 9, 2010 17:10:19 GMT -5
Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil inside One night of the hunter One day I will get revenge One night to remember One day it'll all just endBoss? What boss was this idiot talking about? Before she could ponder anything else, the vampire darted forward, swinging the blade that had sliced into her side only moments before. She quickly ducked, only to realize that he'd swung the sword too high to hit her anyway. And that's of course when his fist slammed into her jaw ferociously, spinning her to the side wildly. It took a moment for Syria to recalculate her next move, but within seconds she spun away, from the vampire, rubbing her cheek gingerly. That. Fucking. HURT. Blades and knives and claws she was fine with. But he'd just punched her in the damn face. Sure, it would heal in probably a few minutes, but hadn't this guy's mother taught him any respect. You never hit a woman...though that didn't stop the woman from kicking his ass seven ways to hell. Growling angrily, Syria spat out some blood onto the pavement, keeping her taut gaze trained on the evil bastard. "I don't know what kind of idiot you think you are," she managed between growls. "But if you're going to attack someone, get the facts straight buddy. I don't have a boss, so I have no fucking idea what you're talking about."This guy probably thought she was part of the pack he'd just slaughtered, as far as she could gather. The human bodies bore the tell tale signs of having been ripped apart by werewolves, so it was easy to assume that they'd been the ones to kill the innocents. But the weres, or rather what was left of them, seemed to have been either shot to hell or sliced to pieces. Vamp boy had to be responsible for that, unless the invisible man had decided to have some fun behind their backs. "If you're assuming I'm with them--" she pointed to the were bodies a few feet from them, "--then you're sorely mistaken. You can apologize by letting me give you a nice, strong kick in balls." Crude, but it was how she felt. Innocent mistake or not, she wanted to hurt this guy like hell because he'd made the wrong mistake, and messed with the wring bitch. Literally.
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Post by thane on Jul 10, 2010 11:12:53 GMT -5
His tactics had worked like expected, give her something shiny to look at, something sharp to dodge from and that left her wide open for his swift retribution. Yeah, right then he was fighting really hard not to smirk - ah what the hell – he smirked at her while he watched her spin away and growl.
When she started to speak again, Daniel raised a brow at her words. Was she trying to tell him she wasn’t one of the pack? Sure, he had just fought the night bunch and then she, a were herself, sneaked behind him holding a blade behind her back and he was supposed to believe she had just stumbled in? Suuure, it seemed reasonable.
Apologize? HA! He’d prefer to cut off her neck for trying to be the smartass…even if she was telling the truth, what he wasn’t very inclined to believe under the circumstances.
Be it men or women he was battling, he never took it lightly or pretended to be a gentleman and all that crap. That part of him died when he was forced to thrust a blade through his sister’s heart, when he had to look at Cordelia’s eyes when he separated her head from her neck.
Those moments, they had became engraved in his mind and he could see then every time he closed his eyes.
He freaking hated it with all his dark, cursed soul.
“Not likely…but how about this,” swinging his blade, he moved it so it stopped inches from slicing her neck open. “You tell me why the hell I should believe you and I won’t skin you alive.”
She was probably lying, trying to find a way to flee alive. But…just in case he was mistaken he would give her a chance.
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jul 13, 2010 20:03:11 GMT -5
Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil inside One night of the hunter One day I will get revenge One night to remember One day it'll all just endWell hell, how was she supposed to convince this guy that he shouldn't kill her? It was apparent that he thought she was part of the pack he'd just slaughtered, which probably meant that he wanted to kill her for the same reason he'd killed them. Oh goody. Of course she knew she was innocent, but trying to prove it was going to be tough. It wasn't like Were packs carried identification cards or were branded with a symbol for their pack for God's sake. Being a werewolf was more of a...random, by the seat of your pants kind of thing. When the vampire flicked the blade upward, near her throat, Syria stood her ground and glared at him defiantly. She had too much to live for to let this ass take it away just because he was being, well, an ass. If it was just her, by herself, then she wouldn't be afraid to face death. By itself, her life was shit; she had no qualms about admitting that. But her brother Johnathan was out there somewhere, and even if he didn't want to be saved, she'd be damned if she just left him out there all alone. He was her responsibility, and she wasn't ready to leave this world until she knew he was safe. So yeah, it might seem like a stupid move, but it was the only plan she had. Fate be damned, Syria was going to walk out of here tonight alive...and in one piece of course. With a stone cold expression, Syria straightened up from her crouch, and tossed her dagger to the side, her gaze never shifting from the vampire's face. "Well for starters, I'm unarmed now, and you still have a sword," she told him sternly. "Let that at least be a gesture of good faith, kay? And that's all the good faith you're getting cause I am definitely not going to get down on my knees and beg for my life here."And now started the tirade. It was sporadic, but hopefully this guy would buy into her story and believe her. "I don't have much evidence," she admitted. "But look at it this way. If I was really part of this pack you just slaughtered, would I really ruin my element up surprise in trying to kill you by walking up and asking you what the hell is going on? Also, don't just assume that because I'm a werewolf that I automatically belong to a pack. I mean, it wouldn't be nice for me to just randomly assume you're Dracula's cousin or something, and therefore evil, now would it?" Glancing over at her dagger on the ground momentarily, she paused. "And if you're wondering what I'm doing walking around with a knife like that, it's because I'm a bounty hunter, kay? I have a half-healed bullet wound in my shoulder if you need the evidence that I was just after someone."Hopefully, this guy would take her word, and well, not try to kill her. If he didn't well, then it was do or die. A silver sword was a hard thing to contend with, but she wasn't stupid. Least, the pistol strapped to her back didn't think she was.
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Post by thane on Jul 14, 2010 23:10:18 GMT -5
Daniel’s blue eyes stared down at the girl with unmoving determination, the sword on his hand raised to follow the line of her neck as she stood up. He wasn’t going to lower his guard around her if he didn’t trust her. Hell, even if he trusted her he wouldn’t lower his guard.
Watching impassive, he heard her words and saw her toss her dagger down. He never was one for acts of good faith, it was hard when you’d see everyone as a potential enemy, but anyways she was the one trying to convince him of something and not the other way around so she’d better make him believe it.
Even if she was unarmed, and that was a big IF since she could have concealed weapons, she was a were, had sharp claws, fangs and was fast. That alone made such act of ‘good faith’ seen void in his eyes.
Her words however didn’t work very well to sway him. When she mentioned ruining her element of surprise…well, he figured she might not being expecting him…or might just not be very bright. There was nothing to prove her claims of being a bounty-hunter also, it could as well be just another half-assed excuse in hopes of getting him to lower his sword.
Daniel’s free hand moved inside his coat with great speed, grabbing the handle of his pistol and aiming it towards her, he pulled the trigger in one single and quick calculated motion. The bullet followed its intended path with deadly accuracy, passing just next to her head, through a lock of her dark hair and into the chest of the large werewolf that had just jumped from the darkness towards them.
The bastard had stayed against the wind, hiding his presence from them, but luckily hadn’t moved fast enough.
“His friends will be upon us in five seconds, if you aren’t lying to me you better get ready because they will believe we were together on this.”
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jul 22, 2010 12:55:58 GMT -5
Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil inside One night of the hunter One day I will get revenge One night to remember One day it'll all just endFor a second there, Syria's heart nearly stopped. The vampire moved almost impercepterably, whipping a pistol out from inside his coat and aiming in right at her. She went to move out of the way, to dodge it, only for it to fire, the bullet slicing through the air only inches from her head. She could almost even feel as it passed through her hair, a few locks blown upward from the force. He'd missed? No, it was impossible. His moves up until this point had been precise, calcuate; this wasn't the kind of guy that missed. Which meant he hadn't been aiming at her...he'd been aiming at something behind her. The scent of blood reached her nose, and almost at once Syria had her answer; a werewolf. There'd been one he'd missed, and it had apparently tried to take advantage of their little squabble to exact some revenge. Evidently however, it had failed. Though now, according to the broody-ass vampire, more were coming. And ever better news? They probably thought she was with him. Just GREAT. Glaring at him intently, Syria growled deeply, her eyes already shifting to an earthly gold color. "You know, if I get killed, I'm going to come back as a ghost and haunt your ass." Then, without another word, she flung herself sideways, rolling into a crouch as she snatched her dagger from where she'd thrown it. In a single fluid move she pivoted, still crouching, and came face to face with another werewolf that was advancing on her. Now these things she could kill. And that made Syria very, very happy. Springing forward, she darted through the werewolf's legs, much to it's apparently confusion. And before he could figure out what the hell she was doing, she switched her grip on the dagger, and slashed it in a circular arch, severing the achilles tendons in both of the werewolf's legs. As the thing howled in agony, she rounded on it, thrusting her dagger upward and going for the kill. The silver cut through the flesh on the werewolf's back like it was butter, easy slicing through both skin and muscle until it buried itself right in the beast's heart. Almost instantly, the agonized howling ceased, and Syria threw the corpse off herself, ignoring the blood that had dripped down her arm and all over her head. Maybe it was the wolf inside her, but Syria loved the thrill of battle. Her senses automatically become sharper, more accute, and her mind was quicker to analyze actions. It was like she was an adrenaline junky, hooked to the sensation of lingering between life or death. Oh well, least there were some perks to being a werewolf. After dispatching her own adversary, she spied another werewolf creeping up behind the vampire, who was aldy dealing with one. Sure, part of her wanted him to die. And sure, she'd probably enjoy him being dead. But, then she'd have to deal with all these werewolves herself, and she just honestly wasn't in the mood. "Watch out!" she cried, throwing her dagger so that it buried itself in the werewolf's chest. Hopefully, if this guy had any chivalry, he'd thank her. If not, then at least hopefully he'd stop trying to kill her after this.
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Post by thane on Jul 22, 2010 21:44:48 GMT -5
Five seconds.
Time enough to check his pistols and reload, talents honed by over two years of combat. But it had been his cold and suspicious attitude that had kept him alive this long. He would keep tabs on her, and if she made just one wrong move, it would be the last one she would make.
And time of action was now upon them.
Reinforcements came howling into the night, with their furry hides and killer instincts. Thane knew not all weres were killers, but those were, the worst kind and needed to be put down before they killed more innocents in their frenzy.
It was time to let the bullets do the talking.
He felt the flash of heat reverberate over his arm when he pulled the trigger, the sweet smell of gun powder in the night and the echoing growl of a dying monster followed swiftly.
Rolling to the side, he avoided the huge set of claws that darted on his way, pulling the trigger once again as he moved. From his angle he couldn’t get a clear shot at the werewolf’s heart, but he could very well improvise. Squeezing the trigger, he let the bullets rip through the air and before he landed back on his feet, the creature’s arm fell limp into the floor, removed from its body.
With a pained howl, the monster fell onto its knees and the sight of fresh spilled blood played havoc with Thane’s senses and the vampire had to dig deep inside to not lunge at the wounded beast and claim its blood. But he fought that instinct back, it was a part of himself he hated and refused to fall prey to it. If he wasn’t strong, he could very well turn into one of the very monsters he hunted. He’d first walk into the sun before allowing that to happen.
But it would be so easy, a simple slip… And that served only to fuel his anger.
Taking both his pistols firmly on his hand, he swung the blades in them into a crossing motion and put the were out of his misery, watching its head fall into the ground.
When more blood poured, that thing inside him grew more and more restless. Just a little sip, it begged for a taste.
And that ws all that took to distract him for a second, long enough for that treacherous female were to throw that dagger his way. He raised his gun and aimed it at her forehead, but before he could pull the trigger he heard the sound of the blade slipping trough air and into something else. Without moving his aimed pistol, he turned his head just slightly, enough to catch in the corner of his eye one of the creatures falling down.
Lowering his weapon, he turned his gaze towards the woman as she eyed him. “What, you’re expecting me to say thanks?” he asked with a dismissive roll of his eyes, not bloody likely.
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