[tCotR] Special Event - The Biker Rogues
Posted: 15 Nov 2013, 15:15
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.
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.