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Re: Fire Begets Fire [OPEN]
Posted: 30 Jun 2017, 13:06
by Jesse Fforde
Jesse could feel the heat at his back, licking the back of his calves, threatening to break through the thickness of his hooded coat. Were he human there’d be sweat sliding, slick down the line of his spine. But he was not human, and there was no sweat. Instead, he had blood sliding slick over his chin and hot down his throat, smoked with fear and fire.
From the city – from those homes and campers closest to its limits – people started to notice the blaze. In fact, they had started to notice at the exact moment the woman had said they would. Sirens drifted through the trees, a melody on the wings of the breeze. The trucks wouldn’t make it through the wilderness; the people gathered with their hoses, waiting to fend off the fury that would threaten to take their homes. It crackled and grew, roaring in the wake of the woman who now was skipping merrily around in circles, as if the fire were a plaything, a pet, something to gambol through the undergrowth with.
Jesse would, of course, agree.
His answers found and his thirst (somewhat) sated – it would never truly be satisfied – he released the husk that his victim had become and laughed. Eyes that were normally an ice blue now danced with the flickering jig of the fire. He cared not if his skin were to burn and blister; the pain was always a welcome distraction, a reprieve he had never known he was addicted to until he’d been turned, until he’d known the miracle of swift recoveries.
”You wanted a hunt,” he said. ”They’re on their way,” he added. His hand plunged into his pocket where his fingers touched upon the tome that would, with a few muttered words, whisk him away and deposit him within the lair’s walls. Away from the fire, away from the good Samaritans who would try to douse its course. First, he wanted to see how the chaos played out.
Re: Fire Begets Fire [OPEN]
Posted: 30 Jun 2017, 21:19
by Chauncy (DELETED 9600)
Chauncy had heard the words that the other female had said to her, but said nothing in return. It wasn't that it didn't give her pause that she had been spotted, but rather, she was more concerned with the fire that had started to spread and the noise of sirens and voices in the distance. If one was to weigh the two against each other, it was obvious which one was the more pressing matter. Maybe if the heat of the fire wasn’t so close, she would have said something; then again, maybe not.
The trees and bushes around her were glowing and smoke began to choke out the air. It was in her best interest to remove herself from the scene, and quickly. Chauncy pulled the cellphone, that Rudy had provided her and had insisted that she carried, from her pocket and proceeded to call him.
After a brief explanation to her sire, she looked up from her phone screen and caught a glimpse of the fire guy, just as she hung up with Rudy. Normally, all of this would have fallen into the realm of disbelief for Chauncy, but after having met Rudy, nothing to her was too far-fetched, any longer. Within the moment of that thought, the fiery woods disappeared around her. She had been summoned to her sire’s side.
“Holy ****!” The two words that always escaped the Russian’s lips after experiencing being summoned, made their way to her lips, once more.
Re: Fire Begets Fire [OPEN]
Posted: 06 Jul 2017, 09:02
by Mardvosa (DELETED 9357)
In the distance, small groups of people began to come together, some merely watching the fire, others on their phone to call the fire department or police. There was another noteable group of nearly a dozen men that had stepped out of two black SUV's and were watching the flames, deciding it was best to get out of there before the authorities arrived. As for Maryl, the trail of fire kept spreading as she skipped through the grass, until she would suddenly turn with her arms open to the side, and let herself fall backwards into the grass, only to disappear in a cloud of smoke that quickly coalesced with that of the ongoing firestorm. A brief, distant scream was heard, barely audible over people shouting towards eachother, as she had appearently appeared from a wall behind a couple that was watching the inferno unfold. With a quick snap of the neck, the man dropped to the ground like a ragdoll. The woman's screams were brief, before Maryl had jumped onto her shoulders and was draining her dry, clasping her hands onto the woman's mouth and the back of her head, as they began to glow a fiery red. Screams of utter agony were muffled as the woman grew pale on the ground, and her head began to catch fire, Maryl's blackened hands a conduit for senseless rage and indulgence. Finally, the hunt had begun...
<Power: Burning Touch>
Re: Fire Begets Fire [OPEN]
Posted: 19 Jul 2017, 15:17
by Jesse Fforde
Jesse could only watch the other with utter fascination; he didn’t socialise much out of his own family group, and these days it was only Clover who enjoyed the slaughter with him. It had only ever really been Clover who enjoyed it – the other encounters had been so brief as to not be acknowledged. The young man was maturing even though age didn’t touch him, and he started to realise that perhaps it was best to sire more like Rhett; to sire those who didn’t indulge in the chaos as much as their sire. It wouldn’t do to burn the whole world to the ground. Where would their playground be, then?
Though, that did not stop the Necromancer from wanting to watch everything burn.
It seemed that this insufferably curious stranger shared the same sentiment; whatever she was doing it was helping the raging fire to spread, which only elicited glee in the young pyromaniac’s heart.
Overhead, he could hear the thumpthumpthump of a helicopter’s blades – someone up high was keeping tabs on the fire and its direction, radioing comrades on the ground. What could they see from up there? Could they see the cause? Or was it all obscured through thick smoke?
”There’s someone out there!” a voice called, panic-stricken, selfless, only wanting to help. The heroes would come – and they would die. Jesse stalked through the undergrowth, heedless of the heat. He liked the stranger’s style. And wouldn’t allow her to have all the fun. As soon as that first row of heroes crashed through, wanting only to escort Jesse to safety, he attacked; the first luckless person to catch his eye was victim to teeth tearing into skin, the vampire moving too fast for them to react in time. A man, stubbled, probably a father. Two of the other heroes screamed and backed off, ready to run. Two of them stayed, reaching for their nearest weapons, wanting now only to slaughter the vampire rather than help him. None of this was smart, a voice said, deep down. But Jesse ignored it, choosing instead to indulge.