[tCotR] Special Event - The Biker Rogues

[Robert Pratt]

Flashback to a month ago

Robert was sitting at home, lounging on the couch and thinking. There were a number of ideas in his head that he wanted to implement, but most of which ended up with his death. He was kind of liking his life at the moment, where it was, who it was with and everything else that was going on. He was actually, happy for the first time in a long time and feeling stable. He knew where he stood and he knew where things were going and he knew there were no surprises to come up and bite him in the *** as it had before. So he was definitely loathed to rock the boat and change things up. If only he could have someone else break the masquerade, someone else to run amok and reveal vampires to the humans - show them the darker side of his race.

He did all he could to reveal himself to humans, but it was slow and hard work to prime their minds to be able to accept it and show them that he wasn't the evil monster that you read about and watched in movies. Most people in Solace all accepted him for what he was and had no issues with it all, and his hard work was paying off. Not only were vampires like him being accepted, but he was helping the community in so many ways by giving out funds and hand outs of food and clothes to the less fortunate. He even ran classes to help them better themselves to gain jobs while giving them a room so that they had an address for post to come to. However, because he and his were so good and peaceful, they couldn't believe that there were bad and violent ones too.

He flipped on the television and began flicking through the various channels to see what was on, not staying on any channel for longer than a couple of seconds as he worked out none f them were of any interest to him. However, his eyes went wide, his feet pulled up and slid to the floor as he rose up to a sitting position - staring at the screen and on the program he'd stumbled across. A grin slid across his face as he watched the Sons of Anarchy going about their business, running amok, doing just as they pleased with guns, drugs, women and basically - giving no shits. What if, he were to turn a biker? No.... not just a biker. A whole damn gang of them! They were no loss to the human community, so he felt no remorse in killing them to turn them into vampires. He was excited with his idea, so excited as it formed and solidified in his head, that he was actually bouncing on the sofa.

So, not wanting to lose the impetus and excitement he was feeling, he jumped to his feet and got dressed as fast as he could. His usual attire was picked over with bits discarded and others used to replace them, poking his head out of the bedroom to look at the TV and judge what they were wearing so as to reflect them. His steelies were on his feet - left over from when he was building Solace and then decorating and redecorating the place. Old, ripped, baggy jeans of a faded black were then covering his legs and hanging off one of his hips. He slid a gun into his waistband between underwear and jeans, more for show than use to be honest. His white vest would work as a wife beater top and there was no shirt put on this time, just his usual leather jacket that had been shrugged on. With a double check in his phone after taking a picture, he was ready to go. But.... where?

He stood there thinking about it, mulling it over in his mind, and then it came to him. When he'd first opened Solace, and before the soundproofing had been put in, he'd heard bikes roaring through the little trails in the wilderness. At first, he'd thought that it was some sort of off roading bike track centre, or something similar, however on further investigation - he'd found it had been a bar that was frequented by a number of bikers. His grin widened at that thought, his memory not failing him for once. Well, there was only one thing left for it - to go and find himself some bikers and turn them. Then set them loose upon the city and see if finally the humans would wake up to the fact there were vampires in the city and would rise up against the violent and Dark ones.

He gathered his coat around him and summoned up his powers, teleporting himself to the edge of the city, just in the wilderness so that he himself wouldn't be seen and get a bounty. Self preservation was, for once, working in his head where usually he didn't give a jot about himself - so long as what he was doing was for the betterment of the city. He found the street that led away down south out of the city and began to wander his way along it, the excitement building with every step. There was time passing as he hummed a tune in his head, but he had no idea how much time - he just knew this bar was south, down here somewhere, pretty close to the outskirts of what was classed as the city proper. So he was walking, until it finally came into view.

He paused then and stepped off the road, wondering to himself how would be best to go about things. He certainly wasn't a fighter, and he had no idea how many were going to be in there tonight. If they all shot and mobbed him as he went barrelling in there - they'd end up with a pile of dust on the floor and WTF expressions on their faces. He'd seen the films where the vampires tried to sttack people holed up and armed to the teeth - and it never went well for the vampire. No, this one, this one was going to take charm and speechcraft. He sighed and steeled himself, putting a determined look on his face and stepping out of the wilderness, back onto the road to then head towards the bar.

There were roughly 8 bikes sitting outside, so logically there would be at least 8 folks in there - though if Sons of Anarchy were anything to go by, who knew how many women would be in there too. However, he was up for anything as he stepped up to the porch and simply walked through the door - to be met with a silence that quickly descended as people saw a 'stranger' walking on in. Robert however just grinned and walked on over to the bar, taking a seat and waiting. The barwoman approached him, wiping her hands on a cloth and leant over to him, her ample chest squished into a red leather halter top obviously designed for this exact pose she'd taken up.

"Sugar. I think you're in the wrong bar. You'll be wanting to leave here the same way you came and head on up the road to find another one yeh?"

Robert looked up at her, smiling and shaking his head as he held her eyes with his in his most charming manner.

"No, no. I'm right where I want to be. So, if you could perhaps point out someone who has some.... clout around here. Then I'd be much obliged."

He heard a movement behind him and moved to the side in a spiderman esque manner, to avoid the punch that had been aimed at his head. He looked at the man who'd given it and raised an eyebrow, watching as he simply grinned back.

"Well, you asked fer a clout didn't ya mate?!"
"Ah. I see. Well. Not what I meant."
"How did yeh do that anyway? Move like that?"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you all about. I have something to offer to you that is very beneficial to you and yours. Teach you how to do things like that."

The man just stood there and stared at him, everyone else obviously on high alert and the tension was palpable. Robert didn't make a move, he just stood there, where he'd ended up after dodging the punch, and waited for the man's brain to think it all through. You could almost see the decision being reached behind those bushy eyebrows and the snuffly moustache, and from the glint in the eye and the smirk of the lip - you could see what it was. The entire face screamed at him - might as well hear the weed out. If the offer is rubbish, we kill him anyways. However, Robert just smiled and waited for at least part of that to be vocalised. However, no words came. It was just a beckoning of the fingers towards him and then a click and a point over his head for the rest. Tables and chairs squeaked as they were pushed out, cues and balls rattled as games were abandoned, drinks were placed back on surfaces after being drained - everything was suddenly movement He simply kept his eyes on the man who'd given the orders, and followed where he was led.

A false wall down the side of the bar slid open as the woman behind the bar pressed a button to open it, and then everyone piled on through. It led down a winding corridor with a few rooms and doors off it, some of which looked to have bunks and beds in them. Then at the far end, there was another door that opened with 2 keys that were held by the main guy and another, that Robert guessed was probably the second. Both of them opened the locks and then the door opened and revealed the stairs down. They went down one flight and he found himself in a basement room that seemed used as a storage room for guns and weapons and god knew what. This obviously wasn't just a biker bar, this was a base of operations for god knew what. They all sat around a table and then looked at him, waiting for him to speak without a word, and he knew this was it. With all the weapons around, he didn't have a hope in hell of fighting his way out of this one, so what he said had to be good.

"Well then, you've shown me yours so I guess I'll show you mine."

He reached out his hand and watched everyone tense, however he simply held his hand out, palm up, and while focussing on his love for Lux, his inner goodness, that Light which shone within everyone, he took it and channelled it through his body and out to his hand. Slowly, but surely, a little ball of light formed and hovered there, growing in size as well as brightness as it hovered further and further above his hand. He could see the bikers lookin from one to the other, before through a series of nods, one of them was obviously chosen to get up and poke it, feel it, find the strings. He poked the light and found it had no heat to it, no solidity. He cupped it to find it's string, but there was nothing. He tried to cup it and pull, but it simply slid through his fingers and remained exactly where Robert was forcing it to appear. He sat down again and all eyes were wide and uncomfortable. Robert snuffed it out and looked around the faces as the boss tried to look unphased and shrugged.

"Party trick is all. Mirrors and ****. You come all this way to lose your life because you had a magic trick to show us?!"

Robert just smiled at them, he could see that this view wasn't shared by everyone, and that some of them were properly freaked out and doing their best not to show it.

"Ok then. Well, let me show you two more magic tricks and then we can discuss what it means to you."

He smiled as the tension grew again. He stared at the space behind the main guy and teleported himself to stand there. Waiting for their eyes to catch up with what had happened, then while they were all staring, he wrapped himself in shadows and walked back around the table, poking and tugging on hair as he went back to his place. He dropped the shadows from around him and then pointed to a far corner where the ground started to shake and shiver, bits of the floor cracking and crumbling. The bikers all jumped to their feet, some pointed guns at him while others stared and swore. However as rotten limbs began to emerge from the hole that was growing, the guns were all pointed away from him and onto the zombies he'd summoned.

"Holy ****! Mel! Dave! Jerry!"

It was various voices, all exclaiming as they apparently recognised these dead people. Robert was confused for a moment bfore he sudenly realised that they had probably killed these people and buried them there - and he'd just summoned them from the dead. That worked so much better than anything else he could have done, the fact they actually knew the dead people and had put them in the ground themselves. The zombies were approaching in the whole, movie style manner - and Robert couldn't help but wonder if they had any memories left about what had happened to them. Perhaps this was them recognising the bikers, wanting their revenge on those who had killed them. Robert simply stepped aside and found the leader with a grin, nodding his head to the zombies as everyone was telling him to get rid of them.

"You might want to shoot them in the head before they get to you or your friends there. No promises about what will happen if they get to you."

He actually didn't have a clue what would happen if a human were bitten by a zombie, but he did know that 'The Walking Dead' was a rather popular show right now, so he knew what would be going through their heads. Which was evident in the way guns were fired and bullets flew almost immediately he said they had to be shot. It sounded like something from a war, the way the bullets sounded, multiple rounds, clips, guns were used - long after they were any danger to anyone. Robert was too busy looking at the pile of mutilated flesh that was still twitching and missed the fact that he'd been approached. He only realised when the mountain of a man that was the leader grabbed him around the throat and lifted him up to slam against the wall. Two others and flanked him and were holding his hands flat against the wall too, hoping that that would stop him from casting anymore powers.

"What in the god damn hell was that you motherfucking freak?!"

Was snarled into his face. Robert simply smiled and rolled his head, trying to loosen his neck that was in the man's tight grip with a cough.

"It's my offer to you. How would you like to be able to do these things and so much more?! Though, it will cost you."

He felt the grip loosen and the looks on the faces were all thoughtful, as they thought over the possibilities that powers could bring to them. Slowly, he was set down and released as the boss turned and looked around at his men, all of whom looked like they had things to say.

"Git your *** upstairs and wait in one of the bedrooms. Someone will come for you in a ******* minute."

Robert smirked, nodded and slowly and calmly walked himself upstairs to wait for their reply. His exterior however, didn't match up to what he was feeling inside. Inside he was a bit of a mess. Those zombies could have so easily been him if they'd turned on him, decided he was a threat or too much of a hassle. Luckily, they'd seen the benefit to his powers and what they could do for them - so there was a chance he could get away with this and get exactly what he wanted. So there he was, upstairs, waiting, for about 30 mins while the debate raged downstairs. Finally, a little ratlike man with a knife in his hands that he was using to clean his nails with, appeared and pointed back down towards the basement. He got up from where he'd been sitting and followed the man down the stairs, to where everyone was sitting around the table once more and looking at him expectantly. He'd barely taken a step into the room before a demanding voice carried above all the others.

"So then. What exactly is it going to cost us? How much you want and you want it in cash, guns, drugs? Tell us. Now."

Well, they were obviously excited to get their hands on whatever would give them powers. However, they weren't thinking vampire. His guess was they were thinking some sort of relic or artifact, or a drug of some sort that made them super soldiers. Robert smiled and laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach as he looked around their faces.

"Nothing like that. It will cost you your mortality and the sunlight. You've seen what I can do, so do not scoff. But I am a vampire, and so you will need to become one too. You will then gain all manner of powers depending on what sort you are."

They all looked from one to the other, again nods rippled around the table before the ratlike man stood up and moved forwards. He was obviously to be the sacrifice, the one things were tested on - and as he had been the runner, Robert guessed he was the newest, or the one at the bottom of the pack. Robert nodded his head, took the man's knife from him and sliced into his own wrist. The black blood spilled out and bubbled slightly as the wrist was lifted and offered to the man.

"You need to drink it, I'll tell you when to stop."

The man glanced once at the leader, who nodded his head, and then Robert felt the stubbly lips upon his skin before his blood was being drawn into the man's mouth and swallowed down. Robert guaged what was being taken until he was sure there was enough in the man's system - at which point he tapped him on the shoulder and pushed him away. Then near enough immediately, he used the knife and stabbed the man in the heart and stopped it dead, catching him and lowering him to the ground gently as he heard some of the others jumping to their feet.

"SIT THE **** DOWN!"

Cut through anything that was about to happen, and slowly everyone sat down again, with varying degrees of reluctance.

"I'm not sure how long it takes. It's different for everyone"

Robert said, as he sat there beside the body of the man he'd just sired, and waited. They waited and waited, for a few hours at least, until there was a twitch in the man's foot that sent a gasp around everyone sat at the table and a relieved smile crossed Robert's face. Little by little, the man came back to life and sat himself up, blinking and looking around.

"Ho-lee shee-ite!"

Was al he said as he felt the power he now had, the strength, how his senses were enhanced. Robert coughed and stood up, which made the man jump with surprise at how loud it felt. However the ground under him started to move and he began to sink. Fear gripped him as he didn't know what was happening, until Robert grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up and away with a chuckle.

"Well, you're obviously a necromancer. That was grave digger you just activated there. You've got to be careful - these powers will sneak up on you if you're not aware of what's going on!"

That was it after that, they all wanted a piece and one by one lined up, drank Robert's blood and then was killed by him. He laid each one out on the floor and counted that there were 8 of them, all male, and then sat and healed himself as he waited for them all to rise once more.

The sun was up before they had all come back as vampires, so he spent the day training them in how to use their powers, how to control what they had all started with - anything they developed after that, they were on their own with. It was an interesting mix of paths that he'd created, with every path represented at least once. He told them nothing of the masquerade, nothing of the other vampires, nothing about how the community would hunt and kill them. He simply gave them the basics of how to control and use their powers. As soon as the night came, he wished them well and then teleported home once more.

He was absolutely exhausted. So he went straight to bed and curled around his woman, drawing her close to him as he drifted off to sleep with a grin. He knew that within a few days and nights, the news would start picking things up and the Crow would begin spotting them. Part of him was excited to see the masquerade smashed to pieces, but part of him, a part that was growing bigger the more he thought about it - was asking himself what the **** he'd just done. Only now, after he'd thought through his impulsive decision, was he realising that maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been the smartest thing to do. However, exhaustion took him over, forced him to bury his face into her hair and sleep it all off.

[Kira]

11/9/2013

Kira headed out of the lounge, they got done with a short meeting about what they were going to do next week. She was feeling restless, no song and dance was going to fix that. Gangsters were off the menu, well...she could kill a few before she had to stop right. She closed her eyes and shook her head, no, she needed to find another outlet for her frustrations. Whatever it was that made the need to fight so strong.

She had found herself home, she changed clothes and headed back out, dressed comfortable black clothes. She pulled the fingerless gloves over her hands. There was only one thing left she could try to keep her mind off of fighting, and that was speed. She went to the garage and looked over her motorcycle, Dave was in charge of making sure it was always in working order. She grabbed her helmet off the work table, the only reason she wore it was to keep her face hidden from cops. People too she suppose, considering who she looked like. She walked the bike out, closing up the house again.

She got on, starting the bike up, listening to it run for a moment. Her hands gripped the hands tightly, riving it up and took off down the street. She had no place in mind, just running around town. Cops chasing her would excite things up a bit. Hell she was almost tempted to let them catch her just to see what kind of crap David would get for having a "wife' speeding around. Anything she could do to force his hand at signing the papers that would make her officially a single woman. There were so many times she wished she had managed to kill him that night, damn accident childer.

Kira had been so lost on her thoughts of killing David that she didn't notice at first that were two bikers following her until they were right beside her. They were both big, muscled men, exactly what a typical biker would look like. She wasn't sure what they were up to, maybe they wanted to race. She gave her bike more gas, speeding up. She looked in her mirror, she swore she saw a grin and they matched her pace.

"Let's see just how fast you want to go boys.." Kira muttered, increasing her speed again. The light turned red, while there wasn't much traffic, there was a truck passing the intersection. "****.." she quickly hit her brakes, burning rubber smell was not pleasant. Her whole body felt the jerk forward, the bike stop, she didn't. She flipped over in the air, she heard the bike fall over but she landed on top of the truck, she rolled and landed on her feet on the other side of the truck. She could hear the music inside, the bass shook the nearby windows. The truck driver didn't even notice that someone had hit the top of the truck and was right next to it. Looking at the logo on the side, it was some kind of beer truck.

As the truck drove on, it left her standing there. Her bike 20 feet away, and the other two bikers were gone. Kira took off her helmet and shook out her hair. She didn't even hear the other bikers speed off. She walked over to her bike, checking to see if the paint had been damage. She growled softly. Her mood ruined, even though it was just paint, she was upset about it, then again it could have been worse.

Kira put her helmet back on, mounted her bike and took off back towards Willow Court but went to her second home there with Lexy. She parked her bike out front, heading inside as she took off her helmet. She went to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass before flopping down on the sofa. She eyed the TV, she didn't really care for the news but the report about an out of control biker gang got her attention. They didn't have any good photos of them, but all she needed was seeing their body and the tattoos on it.

"Hey, I just saw two of them!" Kira said, she set the stuff down on the table. Were they really causing that much trouble? And there was a whole gang of them. Damn, why did they have to go? They might have been fun to play with.

[Alexandrea]

After liberating a half dozen copper pipes and expensive machinery parts, Alexandrea headed back to her workshop to stash them all in the secret room before heading back out again to search for some chemical waste. She was down to only three knockout bombs.

The stink of the sewers was as ripe as ever and Alex held her nose with one hand and the other on the hilt of her Enchanted Broadsword. The odds of not running into a hunter or one of the nude dudes running around down there were too great to not have a weapon ready.

Turning a corner quickly, she bumped into one right after that and quickly hopped away. But she wasn't fast enough and the hunter got off a shot into her arm. "F*ck!" Alex cussed out loud, her sword already swinging out at the human's skull before she could think about it. It was over soon and dismayed, Alexandrea dragged the body someplace out of sight before taking the head as a prize.

She dumped some fuel on the corpse and set it on fire before running to the nearest exit and then running home to clean up and dress her wounds. Arriving home in seconds, Alexandrea turned the news on as she went passed the television set on her way upstairs to undress and wash up.

Alex had just finished wrapping her arm when she heard someone come in downstairs. Going to her laptop, she quickly brought up the feed from her security camera and saw it was Kira. With a grin, she sent a welcome home to her Kiwi and hurried to get dressed.

Pulling out some fresh clothes, Alexandrea dressed quickly then went back to her laptop and used the webcam to brush out her hair. She quickly checked the bounty list to be sure she wasn't on it. She whistled softly when she noticed the rather huge bounties on some rouge vampires. They looked like a tough bunch. She was sorry she had no way to help them but was grateful she was not on the list with them.

She took the stairs two at a time and got to the main floor just as Kira walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and single glass. "Hey you... only one glass? Not planning on sharing?" Alexandrea stuck out her tongue and went to into the kitchen herself to get her own bottle and glass. She returned in time to see her friend react to the news and turned to see the screen with it's images of the biker gang.

"You saw them? Where?" Alex asked in amazement. "What were they doing? They must be the same ones with the huge bounties. Either they are trying to destroy the whole town or they have no clue how much damage they are doing. I wonder if we should try to find them and try to help."

But a gang of vampire bikers... Alex wasn't sure if things went bad that she and Kira alone could handle a whole gang. Madison came to mind right away and Alex sent to Mad Maddie May, asking her other bestie to cover over and join them. If the three put their heads together perhaps they could work together to track these rouges down.

And then what? Alex chewed her bottom lip in thought.

"Kira, I think we better call Killian and Enver. I just sent to Madison. This could be a very dangerous situation." It could also be a hellva lot of fun...

[Kira]

"Huh?" Kira said, peeling her green eyes away from the TV. "Oh, sorry. I was rather distracted..." she said. She opened the bottle and poured some liquid into the glass. She sat the bottle on the table and leaned back into the sofa, taking a sip. "Those two, I got into a little race over by Coastside."

She turned to her friend again, her head tilting. "Bounties?" she said, she quickly looked at the bounty list via her mind. "Oh, man, they must be up to no good with that much on their head." she said. She closed her eyes, her first reaction would always be to kill them. That's why she needed others to keep her from going that far. "Maybe they don't know what they're doing...so guess we should try to help.."

"Who the hell is their sire..?" Kira said, though she had a panicked thought that she might be but she was pretty sure she had never seen these people before. Then again she hadn't remembered Bill either. David would flip his lid if she accidentally sired a whole gang.

Kira gulped down the rest of the wine in her glass. "A whole gang of vampires, yeah we're going to need some help." she said, putting the glass down and fought the urge to sprawl out upside down like a cat. She really wasn't sure why she enjoyed that.

"Let's see...Lady Baron would be useful for tracking. Dave was a gangster but...not sure if he has any connections to the biker world.." Kira said, wondering the best way to track these guys down. Her mind wondered off, if they didn't want to listen to reason, then there was going to be some bloodshed. Of course she had to remind herself to cripple them like she had done to Bill, but she had made a promised to kill him. She grinned softly, oh she was hoping for a bit of a fight, otherwise the night would be awfully boring.

[Enver Marshall II]

The male rocked back and forth in his office chair as he skimmed over some news that he'd missed while he was in Cali for a four day weekend. Nothing caught his eyes at first, nothing besides the stock market, his future business projections and a few other odds and ends.

Until the guy decided to check out the whole of the paper, instead of the classifieds and the business sections. There, on the front page was a story splattered all over it. Some gang broke out in to a fight at the saloon across the street. Witnesses claimed that the guys and gals in this gang wore lots of leather and arrived on motorcycles. Over half a dozen people had to be rushed to the hospital for all sorts of injuries.

Now, normally the guy didn't care. Truth be told, what people did and didn't do were their business, but the cold harsh reality was the place wasn't that far from his place. And that might ruffle some feathers in his line of business. More importantly, his business.

The bar across the way had never really been the friendly sort. He tried to get some deal with them a while back and the owner declined it for whatever reason and was a right jackass about it. So, Enver knew asking questions wasn't going to get him very far. It was time to do something drastic!

The male knew just where to go and what to do. River always seemed to have the answer.

[Alexandrea]

Nodding at Kira as her friend explained why she had been preoccupied, Alexandrea turned her attention to the telly as she waited for a reply from Madison. Those bikers looked like brutes. She supposed most of that sort would but she had never known any bikers before, so she couldn't be a good judge on that. She tried to not lump people into categories. Still.. there was no denying that this gang seemed to pose a danger to everyone.

Alex's turned to stare at her Kiwi, when the other blonde mentioned having raced them but said nothing. Kira was like that. And more than fully capable of taking care of herself against two bikers, even if they were vampires.

"I like the tats on the bald one." She muttered softly, not really paying attention to the newscast anymore. Kira mentioned that she agreed that they might need some guidance and with that, Alex decided. Madison still might get in touch but even if she did join them in searching out this gang of vampire bikers, extra help would be a very good idea.

"I'm going ahead and sending Enver and Killian a text message. We are a great team, Kira. But this... this may be more than we can handle alone."

Quickly, Alexandrea typed out a message that her friend had spotted these rouges and they intended to try and help them get off the bounty list, hitting send as soon as she had provided them the address of where her Kira's house in Willow Court could be found.

"I can't even guess at who their sires might be, not without having more to go on to read them. Like the names or clear shots of the faces. But does it matter? It is what it is and unless we want to just stand by and watch them all killed for the price tags they wear, we need to figure out a way to track them. I doubt Dave or Morgan could be any help with that from their time in gangs. But they can scout the area you spotted them in to look for any sign of where they might have gone."

Alexandrea opened her own bottle on wine and poured her self a full glass, drinking in down in one swallow. It was going to be a long night...

[Killian]

Of course Killian had heard about the bikers. He couldn't do a damn thing without seeing some form of media about them. Either a mention of them in the paper, or something on tv, or his police scanner going nuts about them. The man was ready to hunt the fuckers down and beat them half to death just so they couldn't keep causing trouble that he had to hear about. But he didn't have the first idea of where to look for them.

That wasn't going to stop him from trying, though. He got dressed in a pair of black leather Milwaukee biker boots, dark stone wash jeans that had been torn in the left knee, a braided leather belt to attach his dual pistol holster to, and a plain light gray t-shirt. He finished the ensemble off with a black leather jacket, and just as the man was about to slip his phone into the inside pocket, it started playing Barbie Girl, which was Alexandrea's ringtone. He checked it and laughed a bit. She had a slightly different goal from him, but they both wanted to do the same thing. Find the rogues.

He sent her a reply quickly. "I'll be there shortly. Don't leave without me. Wouldn't want the two of you getting in over your heads without some backup."

Hitting the send button on his Droid, Killy thought to himself for a moment about who else would be good to have along just in case **** hit the fan. He couldn't exactly take down an entire biker gang on his own... but he knew someone who could.

The Killer scrolled through his contacts quickly, until he found the number he wanted, and sent another text. "Nix. Killian. Going to go look for these biker vamps. Might need some help, especially if they start **** and need to die. I'll text you the details when I know more."

[Phoenix]

Using the word "bored" to describe Phoenix's state of mind at that specific moment would have been generous. It was the specific combination of the lack of proper TV to watch, her general lethargy over the past few weeks and the spotty wifi up on top of the mountain. The cable worked fine, but that would have meant getting up to turn on her desktop. It didn't help that she'd been holed up in her suite for days without human contact. In any case, the typically bouncy redhead was quasi catatonic.

Had Nix still been able to eat, the room would have been littered with discarded Häagen-Dazs cartons. As it were, empty bottles of blood from the winery were stacked carefully into precarious little castles. It was, after all, the closest she could get to true alcohol without being violently ill.

When her phone vibrated somewhere off in the distance, it took her a while to bother getting up to fetch it. After all, nothing would knock her out of her stupor - or so she figured.

And of course she was wrong. New Text Message from Killian claimed the happy little screen. As she skimmed the message, her eyes brightened to their usual honey brown warmth. Bikers, **** happening, and people needing to die? That was totally her cup of tea. For the first time in days, a smile curled her cracked lips as she typed out her reply.

Let me know where you're at. I'll get my biker fitting in gear out.

Sending...

Sent.

First order of business while she waited for instructions: a long overdue shower.

[Kira]

Kira wanted to say something about what was up with her and bald men but kept it to herself. She didn't want to think about any bald men at all. She quickly sent a message to both Dave and Lady Baron to come to the house as she needed them.

"Does it matter? If I sired a whole gang, David would be all over my *** about it!" she fumed, she was still clearly pissed at him. He shot up her beautiful temple just to get her damn attention. "Sorry." she said, settling down. "Don't be surprised if I kill that ******** for everything he has done to me." she really started to hate David. She used to just dislike him, then she put up with him. But after all the **** he had done, tricking her into a marriage then when she finally decided to give him a chance and went on a date, he went off and fucked and sired some guy. She was through with him no matter what. She wanted the damn papers signed so she no longer was tied to him in the human world. Him being her childe she couldn't change.

"Oo girl's night in!?" Tessa's voice said gleefully.

"Sorry Tessa, I need Marcus again." Kira said without looking where the voice came from.

Tessa showed herself, her hands on her hips. "Always with Marcus! Why don't you ever want me?"

Kira sighed, she didn't need the bitchy woman right now. "We're tracking people, like last time." she said, this whole split thing was confusing. Marcus was the main person, and for the most part easier to deal with.

"Fine!" Tessa huffed, disappearing from sight and was replaced with Marcus.

"Who we hunting now?" Marcus asked.

"We need some help tracking down a vampire biker gang." Kira replied, explaining what the two looked like she had seen with her own eyes.

"Vampire biker gang? My, that's something. Alright, I shall look around." Mark replied and disappeared again, leaving the house.

Kira rubbed her temples for a moment before pouring another glass of wine.

"Getting toasty before hunting?" Dave asked as he just came through the door.

"Never mind that. Need you to go in the van and drive around. See if you can find this biker gang that's all over the news. Maybe your gang contacts have seen them." Kira said before drinking down the glass. "They're vampires and most likely dangerous so don't engage them in anyway. Just contact me."

"Alright." Dave replied and turned to leave.

"Oh, my bike is going to need some touch up paint." Kira quickly said.

Dave turned back, "What did you do?"

"I did nothing! It just fell over onto its side so there's some minor paint missing.." Kira protested, knowing exactly what he was thinking that she had crashed it or something while speeding through town.

Dave stared at her, he had passed it on the way in so he knew it wasn't damaged before repair or anything but one of these nights she was going to, he just knew it. "I'll take a look later.." he said, "Be easier for you just to sway a mechanic everytime you do something to it."

Kira thought a moment, "That's doable." she replied and waved him off. She put contractors under her spell before to get free labor so it wasn't anything new. After Dave left, Kira looked over at Lexy because of her phone. "Someone replied?" she asked, she was ready to get going.

[Killian]

Killian's phone went off again, as Nix sent him a reply. He read it with a smirk, before slipping two pistols into the holster at his lower back, and finally stepping out of the door to his apartment. He headed to the garage that was attached to the building. With the way the man was dressed, he decided that his dark green Dyna Glide would be the vehicle of choice. As he fired up the bike, he sent another text to the redhead.

"Might be faster if I just pick you up and bring you with. Where should I meet ya? And, I'm driving a Harley tonight, so be ready for a fairly cold ride."

The man hit send, then found Alex's text from earlier and opened it for a reply. He wasn't sure exactly what to say about why Nix would be on the back of his bike, but he was sure he could surprise her and Kira with that little fact when he got to the apartment building in question.

"Alex, I'll be riding up on a dark green Harley that looks quite a bit like what you might see one of the guys from Sons of Anarchy riding, so don't start shooting at me or anything. Figure dressing like a biker would be the easiest way to blend in. And, I'm ready just in case things go south, too. But I hope they don't."