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Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 01:36
by Iris von Drol
Iris was in the throws of nearly tearing off her sleeves as she did her best to roll them up. Charlotte was on her way to the office upset over who knows what. Usually she would be calm and patiently wait for the employees arrival as any boss would hoping to offer support or advice though it would be a bit awkward. Iris was not the type to be overly close to anyone and certainly found it less than ideal in a business setting. Which was fine because at that given moment what she would do to ease the womans nerves was the furthest thing from her mind. Instead of getting out of the office and heading towards home all she could think of was how she wanted to find something to peel her skin off with to release her from the sensation she could barely tolerate much longer.

The abundance of material was a comfort prior. It clung to her neck down to her vintage leather covered feet and she felt at home in it. Now she was nearly bowled over at that very moment with overwhelming exhaustion to replace the insane itching. Her body went limp and she clawed her fingertips at the surface of the wood desk in front of her. Her material weighted form sank deeper into the chair behind her as it rolled back with the surrender of her knees buckling. She felt the room spinning with a burst of energy and then nothing. In the time it took to blink something significant was instantly gone. It was an all too brief sense of oblivion that was replaced by the enveloping of paranoia and even worse.

Sounds. Distance sounds of screams. Blood curdling and chilling screams. She tried to reach out to her sire and felt nothing. Nothing was there but a void. Her neatly groomed plain nails left a scratching sound in their wake as they finally reached the edge of the desk. Next she tried to reach out to him. If she was met with the same effect she was in serious trouble. This had never happened before. Could she be falling back to her fate she had indirectly cheated the first time on the streets of Harper Rock when she was stabbed and left to die? Was this karma finally coming back to claim her? A sense of panic and overwhelming fear suddenly coursed its merciless way through her when there was a similar sensation of nothing when her desire to reach him went unanswered.

Thinning, dry fingers shook as they went into her hair. It was a desperate sweep to gain some measure of reassurance from her own touch. She was never like this but at that moment even her own touch had to offer some sense of relief. Instead she felt what she shouldn’t. She looked down noticing fully her left hand for the first time. It was horrifying in its decaying appearance. That was not where it stopped though. She was holding a handful off her own waist length hair. She didn’t let go of it as she ran in staggering and energy draining steps towards the double doors to the Veil Tower second floor office of her business. She bolted the doors shut and struggled to think.

Another threading of her fingers through her hair left her with more of what she had the first time. She attempted to use her power of teleport. She was left standing right where she was. She couldn’t be seen like this. The young telepath barely cleared the corner as she left a wake of loud sliding and clicking steps echoing behind her. Iris was quick as she could be in her current state closing the bathroom door shut behind her and locking it with shaking hands. She spun and gripped the porcelain sink tightly as if it was the only thing saving her from the hardwood floor beneath her. Her hands were growing more disturbing as the layers of skin lost their limited color and began to appear necrotic. Her teeth attempted to pinch her bottom lip between their firm hold when one front top tooth wiggled then dropped with a pinging sound as it bounced in the sink below and disappeared down the drain before she could catch it.

“What is happening?” She felt the tears well up in her eyes at the thought she was finally truly dying. As soon as the last word of her sentence was out she felt another tooth drop and this time was able to save it from the drain by slamming her open hand down and blocking the opening. “Oh gods no!”

Iris’ hand curled the tooth in her palm as she heard the new whistle in her speech thanks to the recent tooth lost. She stepped sluggishly over to the floor to near ceiling narrow window and looked out to the lights below and found strange movements. Only sight more concerning than the itching, the loss of powers, of two teeth, hair and no answer from the two who would always answer her was the sky above. Now she was beyond scared. She was terrified as she spun to press her back flat against the wall behind her as if someone spotting her would bring her imminent danger. Now what?

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 01:54
by Ever
“Put the gun down now!”

Her eyes stared hard at the group slowly closing in around her, her body lacking the ability to escape as she normally would. Everything felt wrong, and here she was, caught like a mouse in a corner, occasionally batting out at it with a claw to watch it squirm. Only instead of claws...it was bullets.

They were closing in, each in getting closer and closer to her slowly shrinking form as she tried for all she was worth to call the shadows about her, to no avail. The bullet wounds she'd already sustained were burning, causing her vision to swim and her body to waver, grip on her gun slowly becoming heavier, too heavy for her shaking hands to continue holding.

...What the hell am I supposed to do now?

- - - [One Hour Earlier] - - -


“Hello??”

Ever's eyes blinked in surprise and sudden comprehension as her mind drifted back down to earth, someone standing in front of her with an exasperated expression on their face. Her own hand had been raised to retrieve a book off the shelf, but had halted its movements midair as her mind wandered, eyes having been unfocused and mind thoroughly leaving the building. Something felt...off. Of that something, she couldn't be sure its origin, but something was different.

Focusing on the woman in front of her, who stood a good few inches taller, she mumbled something of an apology and ducked off into one of the other aisles, grabbing a few random books off of the shelves, and making a beeline for the table she'd commandeered. From there, she took up her purse, pulling her coat on despite how hot she currently felt (if only so she didn't have to carry it), and made her way to the desk, pausing now and again to avoid other patrons. Her jaunt was drawn out, as long as she could without seeming like a “creeper.” Only stopping at the desk for a moment to check the books out, something outside caught her attention, screams. Brows pulling together in a frown, she cast a glance out the window, but saw nothing.

Weird... she thought to herself as the books were handed back, the woman not paying much attention, hastily shoved in her bag and her steps moving swiftly out the door.

Given she'd heard the screams, she kept on her guard, footsteps as muffled as she could make them in her attempt to remain in the background while seeking out the disturbance. But, she saw nothing.

And then another scream. This one was in a different direction entirely. Her movements stopped, confusion setting in as she slanted her gaze toward its origin, head tilting as she wondered at what could have moved so quickly and caused the screams. ...Very weird... Not another thought was spared directly at it, as she continued on her way toward the docks, her favorite place to read in the moonlight. It was while her mind slipped to that place, preparing to teleport there, that she noticed something in her mind's eye that she'd not noticed right off.

The light being cast tonight was somehow warmer. Where the light of the moon was usually a cool glow, an iridescent glow that held no warmth, no color. But this... Where her movements had halted in the middle of the sidewalk, her sienna eyes shifted up, finding the moon in its red hue and inwardly marveling at it.

...That's when it all started to go downhill...

Tingling was felt at the back of her neck, the sensation when someone's eyes found her form. Glancing back, she was met with wide eyes, a gaped mouth, and silent sputtering of something she assumed would have been an articulate thought had it properly formed. Her frown deepened, looking at her for a moment, but deciding to just hurry on her way, fingers feeling at her face as though she'd something on it.

...And then another caught sight of her, their eyes, too, widening, mouth hanging agape. A quick glance behind her told of the woman she'd seen quickly heading in the opposite direction, as did the next she saw. Another started to head in her direction, only they weren't staring wide-eyed. No, this was a stare of intention.

The next sound she heard was a scream, this one in her vicinity, close. A quick sweep of the area with her own panicked eyes shown a gaggle of woman off to the side, having left one of the neighboring establishments, pointing wildly at her before turning tail and running. Whatever blood that was in her veins ran cold. It was her. It was something about her and, she assumed, other vampires that was creating the hysteria.

She tried to call the shadows around her to disappear and make a hasty retreat, picking up her own pace to dart down an alleyway, but nothing came. Maybe it was because she was too out of sync with her usual motivations. She tried teleporting, but nothing. And, while running, she caught a proper glimpse of her hand and had to stifle her own scream, only to panic when the apparently-dead flesh touched her mouth to stifle the sound.

Wh-What? What is this?! Ever thought, feeling over herself as she ran, looking over anything she could see without disrupting the flow of movement. Her skin had turned dark, taut, peeling and falling free in a few areas. Her hair, where it was usually a warm brown, curly, full of life...was now limp and brittle, falling out. Nails were yellow and chipped.

A sharp pain filled her side as she started to stumble, her hand reaching for it and finding it covered in a sheen of something dark, something coppery. Blood... She'd been shot. Another shot rang out and hit her in the shoulder. A cry loosed from her lips as she darted down yet another alley, dropping her bag as she yanked her MZ Modified out, along with a few clips, and darted down another alley...

...Only to find it was blocked.

Turning back to make a dash for a different way out, she halted as quickly as she started, the group coming in about her. Another shot was fired, striking her leg as the gang came in, their wild eyes staring her down with a sick sense of accomplishment. Clinging to her gun, she backed against the wall, assuring herself no one would get through in such a fashion.

“Put the gun down now!”

They were closing in, too close for comfort, the gun in her hand shaking as she popped off a few rounds in their direction, spraying haphazardly as she tried to do the most damage. While this was going on, her phone dialed in her pocket, dialed the one person that was in her “Recent Calls” list, picking up the fray of bullets and the outcries while she remained oblivious.

“Just put the ***** down!” someone shouted, which earned a growl from her, shooting directly at them and landing a satisfactory hit to the chest. But that triumph was short-lived. Without warning, a sharp pain filled her head, causing the gun to drop and her hands to cling to her head, trying to stop it, trying to squeeze it out. Something high-pitched filled her ears, everything else seemed to pale in comparison. As she fell to the ground, her head smacked the pavement, and the world went black.

“Damn...” one of them commented. “Maybe we should have just done that sooner...Hopefully we'll have enough of what we need with the rest of them that all those bullet holes won't matter...”

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 01:56
by Elizabeth Constance
He still tensed up when she touched him and it only made her sigh. One day they would be back to normal and she was patient but he couldn't change how she felt for him nor the affection she would show him...especially when she was scared. Her arms held to him a while longer before he pulled his phone from his pocket and began to call someone. She frowned as her thoughts went to her own sire. She knew that Serendipity knew of her return as Robert would have told her whether it was to tell her if Lizzie was alright or not...that was always up for debate with how she returned.

Unweaving her arms from around his waste, she stepped back and turned to Molly who had wide eyes as she looked at Robert and then turned to Lizzie and noticed that she started to fade all the more. Her skin had grown tight around her frame as it started to show more of a skeletal appearance. A tear slipped from Molly's eyes as she stepped forward and handed Lizzie her phone.

"You need to call Serendipity. Make sure she is inside and I will go block the doors down stairs the best that I can."

A heavy frown graced Lizzie's lips as she shook her head to Molly. Fear had fully set in and she was at a loss as to what to do.

"Blocking the doorway will not help us. There are windows and a balcony. We can not block it all. Stay here with us where you can be safe."

Carefully she began to pace back and forth as she pulled up her sire's number to call her. Ring after ring, she waited for a response but nothing but voicemail. She tried again only for the result to be the same. Again and again she tried as she began to panic, knowing what she had encountered in the streets and now feeling that her sire might be going through it now as well. When she gave up on being persistent with calling her sire, she left a voicemail.

"I need you to call me or come to West Tower with my siblings. Something is very wrong and I need you to be okay. I am with Robert and Molly...so far we are okay but please...please, please, please call me."

Her thoughts had drifted to her and Robert's childer. They weren't technically hers but by marriage but she cared for them as if they were her own even Madison who had never been anything but rude to her. Lizzie cared for them all and was concerned for them, wishing that she had childer of her own. As she was about to call Ivy while she heard Robert finish with the call to Madison, he had checked a message and carried on to Ivy. Nodding her head as she put her phone down and just waited.

When he finally turned and looked at her, her heart dropped as she saw him. He looked as if he was decaying and withering away from her. She tried to keep from letting tears form and slip down her cheeks as this was a time to try and stay focused but the voice slowly made their way back into her thoughts as she had no powers to keep them at bay. She tried desparately to ignore them as they sung happily about her coming death. She could die as long as Robert lived and that was all that she could think of. He began to talk and she tried to focus but all she could gather was that the panic room wouldn't save them which would defeat the purpose of them even having it. The next key word was Paladin's and the The Order and him meeting with them to talk about rituals.

"Do you think there is a ritual that can do this to us? The Order?? Are those not Ivy's new friends? I thought that they meant us no harm...I do not understand."

Her paranoia and panic was taking over and combined with the voices, she struggled. She frowned deeply as she began to pace back and forth. They were together and yes that meant a lot to her but how could she tell him that she was useless to him. That her defensive powers couldn't keep them safe like they could before if she had the opportunity to use them. Nodding her head, she remained silent for now because she didn't know what else to say but fear was written all over her face. When she heard the door downstairs and the rampant moving, she froze and as she waited for the person to come up the stairs.

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 02:24
by Nolan (DELETED 3964)
There was the faint sensation of being moved, or more the point dragged. Occasionally, something would jab into his side and the pain would rouse Nolan though the moment was brief.

“Then the spell worked?” whispers spoken around him.

“Aye. Better than we hoped. We caught several out in the world...their guise down and at the mercy of their cattle” that earned a laugh that was hearty and full of true amusement at the irony.

At about the time that Nolan was shoved against a wall and shackled into place, he had begun to stir. Though not fast enough as he was struck across the face, “Wake up!” Nolan groaned, but was still was slow to wake so she was rewarded with a strike to his stomach, right on his wound.

“AH!!” he screamed, his eyes opened wide as he stared at the one responsible. Nothing but hatred and the promise for revenge in his eyes. “Release me!”

“Now now, don't get your panties in a twist. When we are done with you, you will be set free,” the man chuckled, his meaty palm patted the side of Nolan's face, which he was quick to try and bite. That earned him another punch, the result of which he was more than happy to spit into the man's face. Of course, he was rewarded again with a punch to the gut, but to Nolan the exchange had been worth it. “Sit tight, beast. Soon it will be your time,” the man smirked while he wiped his face clean.

Left alone, for the most part Nolan fought against his bindings. The chains barely moved, much to his frustration and from the look of the place he did not want to be there for any longer than he had to be. Blood. The stench of old blood filled the air and with the how he was left to somewhat hang above the trough below, it was not hard to put two and two together. It was then that he noticed there were others chained there as well, with a new one being put beside him.

She was unconscious too, not for long as the mages used the same tactics to wake her as they did him. “Hey!” his voice a sharp whisper. “Hey....you ok?” he could see the bullet wounds from here and if she had the same healing issue that he had, she was not going to last long. When her gaze raised and met his own, it took a moment but he recognized her, “Hey...the shy shadow...from the day in the hunting grounds...the one who killed that lion with her bare hands.”

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 03:17
by Ever
More pain.

That was the first thing she noticed when she came around. It was a slow sort of coming around, though, where her head was already hurting from the hit it'd taken on the pavement, and then came the increasing lack of blood. Another hit had her groaning, but the third well placed hit had her neck cracking and her consciousness flooding back in a more focused capacity, much to her dislike.

But consciousness didn't go hand in hand with lucidity. Admittedly, her mind was fuzzy, as was her vision to some degree. Everything sounded far away as she tried to focus her eyes and take in her surroundings. The overwhelming smell of copper, old and rotting flesh, filled her nostrils, causing her to groan more as she tried to get more comfortable, only to find herself shackled. What little energy that remained was quickly wasted on checking the shackles to see how strong they were, her breathing labored as another voice caught her attention.

Lazily, her eyes fluttered in his direction, struggling to keep hold of that focus long enough to figure out who it was. Given his current state, it was hard to tell. Skin just as rotted as her own, hair not looking anymore lively. But the eyes. The longer she stared at him, the more her mind put the pieces together, with the help of his voice and the recollection he had of her.

“Hey...” Ever started, throat feeling gravelly and dry, causing her to cough, spitting up a bit of blood as she did so. “...You're...” Her voice tapered off as she tried to string the thoughts together. “...The guy that wouldn't...let me leave without...my silk hankie...” Another coughing fit, this one harder than the last had her eyes fluttering closed again, head falling forward as she just tried to breathe. The strain of the cuffs on her wrist were beginning to cut in, her entire body aching and mind screaming at her that she was tired, though she refused to give in just yet, if only because she didn't want another awakening.

“So they...got you too?” she asked, flopping her head more to the side to get a look at him again with her glassy gaze. “What do you...what do you think is...going on?” Her rough whispers were coming out more in pants, her thoughts sluggish to form, but it was something.

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 03:46
by Nolan (DELETED 3964)
"Yeah...."he said with a half smirk, "Um...do you know what is going on? All I have heard so far is something about a spell working. They...whoever the **** they are, did this **** to us and it is part of something bigger. I mean...look at this place!" his voice raised in excitement. "This is like some fucked up cult ritual ****! I don't know how but I am going to get out of here. I have to get back to someone and I am not going to let these assholes keep me here," the words were brave and spoken with conviction, which kind of lost its merit when he next asked.

"Got any ideas?"

Despite how much he wanted out of there and how badly that he needed out of there, he was still new. New to this life, literally learning **** as it happens to him and he was certain there were no.

How to stop an evil cult of asshole mages

Course that he could take. Instead he was left with his determination and whatever other allies he could muster up while there.

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 04:01
by Ever
Look at this place, she thought tiredly, allowing her head to lull forward again as he continued on. I would if I could see it... Just holding her eyes open was becoming a chore, let alone focusing on anything in particular. Whatever ritualistic nuances he was seeing, apart from the way they were shackled, she was missing by a long shot. Even after he'd stopped talking, it took her ages to realize he'd asked her questions, and then to process what those questions were took even longer time. The more she tried to think, the harder it seemed to become, forcing herself to lift her head and try to focus on something outside herself.

“I have...no idea...” Ever replied with a small shake of her head, the motion ceasing as pain shot down her neck and her vision began to swim all the more. “I was...at the library when...the screams started...” She tried to pull the memories forward, but they were spotty at best, likely due to the head injury and the lack of proper blood to the brain. “I just know...something felt wrong...and then I realized I was...part of why they were...screaming...”

Another pause was had as she struggled to breathe, struggled to think, head beginning to nod forward, occasionally popping back up when a small burst of strength would loose. “As for an idea....” She coughed, this time more violent, more blood coming forth, unable to get a breath in as her lungs burned with that lack of oxygen. After what felt like an eternity, they quieted, and shaky, raspy breaths were drawn, head dropped forward from the lack of energy or will to attempt holding it up any longer. “...We're screwed...”

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Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 04:42
by Asia Rae
Gambat: The air was thick with the scent of blood. Everything in heart was trying to calm him as he began to run off the rooftop. He hit the ground with force as he stood. His phone began to vibrate. The message from her was hard for him to make out as his eyes filled with blood. John felt nothing but pain as he ran to were he thought Asia would be.

Asia Rae: She had slumped against the wall of the mall enterance as the sword cut into right leg, severing it from her and letting it explode into black smoke and float away as her black blood stained the floor and her clothes. She shot at attacker to knock him back but the pain prevented her from getting a decent shot.

Gambat: The man moved with haste as he cover the distance to his wife. Bursting threw the door as the man raised his blade once more at her. John hit him like a truck smashing him into the wall. His fingers gripped his head tightly as he savagely began to take the mans life. Dry wall powder cover the blood mess of a man as he turned to see anything else in the room. verything was blurred as he began to loose his sight.

Asia Rae: She flinched and turned her head away as the blade was about to hit but when nothing came but the crack as something hit the wall, she opened her eyes and looked to see her husband. A sigh of relief came from her and if she could cry, she would have at that moment. One curse that shadows had other than bleeding black was the inability to cry which frustrated her on several occations. Looking up at him as she was in a sorry state, she frowned. "John...what's going on?"

Gambat: The monster turned to his wife as he listen to her words. His tone was cold and wet blood leaked from his lips as he spoke to her. "Asia are you ok..? I don`t know whats going on." His voice carried pain as he slid down the wall next to her.

Asia Rae: Her eyes grew in horror as she looked at him. The blood was everywhere and he had been in one hell of a fight before he reached her. Her focus switched to him as she didn't care right now about herself. "I'm fine...one arm and one leg but fine. What about you?" She reached up with her only arm left and tried to wipe away from his lip and eyes, frowning as it wouldn't heal like it was supposed to. "I don't like that we are suddenly being attacked and we look like a bunch of Necromancers cursed us with rigormortis. Is there anywhere that we can go that will be safe or are we going to die?" She didn't like that she was being up front and blunt about it all but it had to be out there.

Gambat: "Asia we are not going to die... But I am not going to run either. I will take you some were safe and then find my way to someone who might know whats going on." His voice cried in pain with every word he spoke to her. once he figred out how he was going to protect her, he would make his way to where he could find out what the hell was going on.

Asia Rae: "I don't want you to have to be on your own. What if they catch you off guard and take you from me again. I want to help with this one." She was now ignoring that she only had one leg and one arm but she would do what she could to help at all costs. She was his wife and promised to be at his side always.

Gambat: "Asia I don`t know if I can protect you like this..."He felt as though he was on fire. The walls stained red and black as the two of them sat there. "If more come what can we do. I can`t see and you can`t walk. Let me take you some where safe please." He pleaded with her.

Asia Rae: She listened to him and slowly nodded her head. She knew that he was right as much as she hated it. "Alright but where do you have in mind?" She looked down at the blood that surrounded them, black and red like a bunch of paint had been spilt even though the black eventually dispersed into black smoke and vanished leaving the red behind. Her eyes darted around the room as she waited and then tried to stand.

Gambat: "Honestly I don`t really have a clue... Maybe Leiren or Wolf could help us... Right now we just need to just get you somewhere safe. I closed up Grosseto`s. Maybe it`s safe there." His voice held strain and worry. Hearing her movement he stood leanding her a hand to stand.

Asia Rae: "I'm not sure if they would help us after yesterday." She looked down in sadness and frustration as she was unable to get up. When he offered her a hand, she took it...not caring that his skin was missing or looked as if he had been turned inside out. He was her husband and she would love him no matter what. Standing up on her one leg, she hopped a little to get her balance and glad that she was a sneaker gal than a stiletto one.

Gambat: He bent down to one knee offering his back to her. She was going to have to be his eyes if anything was going to work for her to be safe. "Asia it wouldn`t hurt to go to either of them and try. We need to hurry though." He was running out of idea`s fast and needed more time to think on the way to were they were going.

Asia Rae: She frowned and took the offer as she climbed up on his back and held onto him the best she could with her one arm. She rested her head against his shoulder and nodded even as it felt weird to have his veins pressed against her cheek. "Okay...I trust you."
Gambat: http://www.weirdmania.com/2011/10/model ... stume.html this is what he looks like right now kinda.
Gambat: Alrightie lets stop here and you can clean it up and post it
Asia Rae: Want me to post it all since you are going to keep going?)
Gambat: ya)

Re: Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 05:38
by Nimrod
Nimrod had collected enough stuff to sell so he could get more candy. He tried to remember if he brushed his teeth today. He sat on the floor, focusing on what he did. He nodded to himself, yeah he brushed after he woke up. He tried to use the mouthwash that was in the bathroom but it tasty nasty. It was suggested he use the kid mouthwash. He looked at the money he had, maybe he could buy that too.

He was getting strange looks from the other shoppers since he had just flopped himself down in the middle of an aisle, humming slightly. He got up and went to the mouth care section. Looking over the mouth washes. “Grape….Bubblegum..” he said, tilting his head. Bubblegum? He wasn’t sure if that was the best flavor for a liquid. “Oo watermelon.” He said and picked up the bottle. He headed off to the candy, picking out some chocolate, hard candies then some suckers.

He got to the counter and timidly put the items up there. He was sure the scanner thing was dangerous, why did they use it? Scan a person and the aliens can come down and find you. He used his bank card, taking the bag and left quickly. Once outside, he went to get into the hard candies but started to hear screams and shouts. His eyes widened. How long had he been in the store?

Nim grabbed a hold of the nearest light pole for safety and looked around, people were in a panic. He looked up at the sky. “That…that not good. Bad…this is bad.” He said. He licked his lips, looking towards the people. His eyes widened more. “Demons!” he shrieked. He ran down the street for the bank. “The gates of hell have opened! Demons walk the Earth.” He ran inside the bank, only to see that this wasn’t safe either. He whimpered. He needed help. His vampire friends, yes, they could deal with them. Nim hadn’t fed from a vampire in some time, he had no powers to protect himself. And while he did have weapons, he wasn’t a violet person, even if it was against demon spawn.

He ran back out the door, gave a yelp as he came face to face with one of the monsters. Out of reflex he hit them with his bag and ran. What to do, what to do? Mike’s robots? What good would they do? And he very well might be an alien…
Windy…no, he didn’t like the man, but he might be the only human he knew that could do something against demons. He clung to another light pole, leaning down, pressing his forehead against it. “I’m a little tea pot..” he sang, whimpering. He’ll just stay right here, the light would protect him.

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Posted: 11 Jul 2013, 06:51
by Alexandrea
Morgan was just chillin out at the bank waiting for Nimmy to come out from behind the plants so she could nail him again with another water balloon when the madness hit. For once, she hid behind some plants herself and watched with wide eyes through a nearby windows as monsters ran up and down the street. Three Vampires she knew had been in the bank waiting in the long line that the Wickbridge bank always seemed to have but as the young human woman looked around her, they were gone. She shrank back in fear as she realized it wasn't just outside the bank there were monsters, monsters were in the bank as well.

Her heart was racing as she wondered what the hell was going on now and how the hell was she going to get out of the bank and home safe. One of the monsters was wearing a business suit she recognized and as he ran passed her while being chased by some trigger happy rent a cop, Morgan sucked in a deep breath. It was a friend of her boss, Alexandrea. That monster... was a vampire.

She swallowed hard and took a better look around at the 'monsters' that the humans were attacking all around her and figured out where the three vampires she knew had gone. They hadn't gone anywhere, they were still right here in the bank with her but they were ALL changed. A blood curdling scream drew Morgan's Attention back outside and a monster in dress that looked very familiar fell hard against the glass with blood gushing out of the side of her head, half her skull blown away. She was nothing but ash in moments.

"Alex..." Morgan whispered and got out the cell phone her boss had given her, hand shaking as she texted the vampire as quickly as she could.


Alexandrea had been working long hours in her store at the 8th dimension mall. There was still so much to do that she had gone ahead and put her work bench in the shop and was busy making her products right there on the premises. She was doing a particularly tricky design on a man's silk tie when her pocket began to vibrate. She ignored it. Sometime later, she looked up in surprise to see chaos in the mall around her stone. The shock of an unexpected riot didn't phase the business owner for too long and she rushed to close the doors and turn on the alarms. Where was mall security? She quickly went to mind speak to Odin, as the mall's owner he would want to know what was going on in his building.

Something was off with her powers though. Confused, she tried again. It had been months since Serenity had drugged Alex and her powers had all since returned. chewing her lower lip nervously, she tried using another power. Nothing. And another... still nothing at all.

When she had lost her powers before from mind bock, Alex had felt as if something had ripped them away from her but this... this was something completely different. She pulled out her phone and that was when she noticed her hand and dropped the phone. "Crap!" she hissed and praying it hadn't been broken bent her knees to retrieve it.

She also got a much better understanding of the changes her body had gone through and swallowed hard. "Focus, Alexandrea." She growled and hit the display message icon before calling Odin. She read her thrall's message with a growing knot of fear in her gut as it explained the chaos was all over town and vampires looking like monsters being killed in the streets. Morgan was insistent that Alex get inside somewhere safe and stay there. She took a moment to text back that she already had done that and to apologize for not answering sooner before trying to call Odin. There was no answer. She left him a quick message and texted him to listen to it asap before calling Morgan to make sure her thrall was alright.


Morgan read her boss's text message with relief but she was still trapped behind one of Nimrod's leafy pals in the bank. When the cell began to vibrate, she was so nervous she almost dropped it. "Hello" She whispered. Alexandrea's voice was on the other end.

Alex: "Honey, are you safe?"

Morgan: "Not really, I'm hiding in the bank."

Alex: "Crap." She paused the went on; "Sit tight I'm going to come get you."

Morgan: "No, boss. Don't. If you look anything like some of your friends do, you'll be attacked."

Alex: "Don't worry about me, hon. I'm heavily armed. I'm be on my way as soon as I can. Just tell me how to find you."

Morgan: "Alex you don't get it, vampires are being killed. They are not healing at all, it's a slaughter."

Alex:" I'm not leaving you out there alone and if I have to hunt for you, you are only making it more dangerous for me."

Morgan: ~sighs~ "Okay boss, I know you mean it. I'm..." She groaned a bit in embarrassment before she continued. "I'm in the corner by the front window behind... one of Nimrod's plant buddies."

Alex: ~covers the phone while trying not to laugh~ "Alright sweetheart, I'll get there as soon as I can. Stay put. Do you have any weapon on you besides that toy gun?

Morgan: "No."

Alex: Crap... "Well keep your keys in your fist pointing out and go for the eyes if you have to fight. See you soon, hang in there."

Alexandrea ended the call and reopened the shop door after grabbing a gun from the back and pulling on a long hooded cloak. She kept to the shadowy corners as the sounds of breaking glass echoed throughout the mall. Even if she had been a shadow those abilities wouldn't have been any use to her right now but years of being a thief helped her to escaped the building unseen. She was grateful that the bank was only a few blocks away.

But getting there was another story.