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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jul 27, 2010 17:53:13 GMT -5
Val shut his eyes with a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair and rolling his neck, the loud popping noise echoing off of his large office. He grabbed his mug of coffee from the table and swallowed the last bit down before glancing out at the dimly lit night.
He had worked far past sun set and hadn't even realized. And his employee's hadn't informed him of it being so late because they knew he tended to get a little over heated when he was interrupted while working.
Standing on stiff legs he walked to stare out at the glass that was his wall, the city below ignited by neon glows and street lamps. He was so tired of the city. So tired of the constant bustle and the never ending noise. He longed for a place far more quiet and open, somewhere where he could be alone and simply take in the world around him without having to worry about someone trying to assassinate him or the government up his ass about some nonhuman activity that made the little bleep on they're radar sound.
Fifty years ago if he had known becoming the Regnis of the two worlds would be this tiring, he wouldn't have chosen the same path.
Then again, maybe so.
Feeling the first dose of weariness strike he walked back to his desk and secured all his important paperwork in the safe hidden behind one of his paintings before pulling his coat on and grabbing his key's. He made sure to lock the door behind him as he made his way out of the Agnis and Bowler Law Firm.
Okay, granted it wasn't a real law firm; but they needed some type of cover from the humans. Or at least the one's that didn't know about nonhuman's.
Nonhuman's. Ha. The term was laughable really. What really categorized a person as human? Val had seen animals that had been more human than the selfish race. What animal had greed in they're hearts? What animal committed genocide and rape?
Feeling his lips draw back in a slight snarl he ignored the few hesitant stares of some of his employees who were still at the firm and headed for the elevator.
Just as it was about to close a hand halted it's process and he fought the urge to sigh as Heather; one of his workers, stepped in beside him.
He ignored the werefox, who like her nature, was sly and seductive. If not cunning.
The woman didn't seem to get his hint and turned a seductive smile his way, making sure to poke out her breast as much as possible. Which was really unnecessary. Seeing as they were already threatening to spill forth from the dangerously low neck line of her skin tight dress.
Don't get him wrong. If it had been any other woman Val would have been all over that. But as it was, Heather was someone that he hated with a passion.
For some reason the woman thought if she kissed his ass and put on this sweet little voice he would find her more attractive.
Please, the one thing Val hated more than being out of condoms was a fake woman.
Fake as in personality; of course. He had no problem what so ever with anything other fake thing. Actually, he rather enjoyed them.
Glancing down at the impressive amount of cleavage Heather was gifting him with he concluded that those, though, were a hundred percent real.
But damn, why did he have to dislike her again?
"Working late tonight, boss." The fox said with a sly smile, edging up to him and making him want to roll his eyes.
"Guess so. Wasn't really keeping track of time."
She smirked, running a hand on his forearm and making his cock twitch.
Hey, just because he didn't like her didn't mean that that didn't.
"Poor baby. You had anything to eat? Why don't you come to my place, I'll make you something good." She said, and Val understood her true meaning. I'm horny and want to bone you.
"Maybe some other time." He replied stiffly and almost sighed in relief as the elevator door opened. Any longer in the small enclosure with the woman he was sure no matter how much he disliked her he would have taken up her offer.
Hey, he was only a man after all.
Heather pouted behind him as he stepped out and entered the parking garage, quickly finding his black Lamborghini and hitting the unlock button on his key. He slid into the seat with a sigh, surprised he didn't fall asleep right there.
Starting the car up he made his way home, the whole time having to blare some very distasteful death metal so he wouldn't fall asleep.
The people that lived in the estates were all rich. And therefore all a bunch of snobby jackass-ed bastards. So it fit perfectly that he lived there as well.
Pulling up to his gate before his large estate he informed the security guard though the speaker box that he was there, and drove through as they opened.
The mansion was large. Actually it was huge. But then again he was a man that brought in almost four hundred thousand a year. Truthfully the place could be a bit bigger. But he wasn't one to brag.
Entering the mansion he immediately hung his coat on the rack beside the door before dragging his feet into the kitchen.
He was asked constantly why he didn't have any maids or cooks. The simple truth was he didn't like people prying into his private life. He was surprised with himself when he had actually hired a security guard for the estate.
So as it was the only thing filling his fridge was a few cases of beer, while his freezer was filled to the brim with microwavable dinners.
He grabbed one and popped it in the microwave while taking a beer and popping open the top. Taking a deep swig he waited for his meal, if you could even call it that, to finish before scarfing it down within seconds.
He usually ate about four of the things, but he was too tired tonight to make that much of an effort and instead climbed up his circling stair case to his bedroom.
He peeled his cloths off, until he was left in his briefs and collapsed atop the red satin with a sigh. Within seconds he was easily asleep.
((sorry so long lol))
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Post by Ttoraie on Jul 27, 2010 19:06:11 GMT -5
Arin bit her lip as she counted what was left of her money, she mentally cursed, she was almost out. She tightened her hand around the already crumpled bills, shoving them into her pocket as she stood up. This wouldn’t last her a week. ’I guess it’s time for me to work my magic.’ She knew the risks of stealing, a friend of hers almost lost an important appendage one time, then again, that woman was crazy, she ran around the house with a butcher knife screaming she would castrate him, and she almost did, almost. Arin blew her bags out of her face and stopped in front of some firm, she snorted and crossed her arms, “Agnis and Bowler Law Firm, Agnis and Bowler.” She laughed at the name and shook her head and continued on her way.
She knew where the bad parts of town where, were rich men picked up sleazy women. Tonight she would have to get down and dirty, she hated having sex with men, well ugly and old men, for money, hot ones were another story. Once the sun set it was like Disney Land, cars pulling up to drop some women off while other came to pick them up. A small dark car rolled up beside Arin, the male rolled down his window, ’Ugh, shit, fucking old, can he even get it up?’ She groaned in disgust before walking up to the car, putting on a fake smile, the male motioned for her to get in.
She was impressed by his house, he lived in the Estates, it wasn’t as big as some of the others she had seen, both his house and ‘little friend’ as he called it. Inside the lightly lit room were cheap paintings, she could tell when artifacts were real and when they were fake, well most of the time she could, like now. “Wow, you place is really huge.” She breathed into his ear, as she did this her hand snaked down to rub his cock through his fabric. The man moaned he obviously hadn’t gotten any in years; he was probably married to a prude before the woman croaked.
“You know, I am infertile, so we don’t even have to use a condom.” He wheezed. Arin paused; her hand stopped working his cock, that was not a statement she’d want to hear anyone say. She chuckled, “Well, I’m afraid we have too, you see I was treated for Chlamydia once before and don’t want to take any risks.” She lied, there way no way in hell she was letting the wrinkly little worm touch her without any sort of protection.
Arin pushed the man back onto the bed, she had to look away, he had fat rolls. She almost gagged when he made an upward thrusting motion. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do him. She sighed, silently hoping he’d have a heart attack and just die, but luck was never on her side. She resorted to her special ability. Arin leaned over the man, staring deep into his eyes. Her abilities were powered by her emotions, she felt enough disgust right now to work them on this man.
The man held his breath, he couldn’t move, he was stuck, stuck in an unpleasant memory.
Arin quickly rummaged through his cabinets and drawers, finding some good stuff to swipe. It took her only an hour, turns out the man didn't have much, other than a bunch of sex toys, which was a little creepy.
The man would be fine by morning, hell this was probably the most excitement he’s had in decades. Arin breathed a sigh of relief and fumbled with opening her small bag. She shoved the stolen items inside and pulled out a cigarette, carefully lighting it. She felt instantly relaxed, she noticed a particularly huge mansion, ’Ha, over-compensating for something.’ She thought walking over to the place and standing in front of it. Fuck she was going after the wrong schmuck, the person she really needed to steal from was this rich fuck. She wasn’t going to do it tonight, with her luck there would be security, but getting past security wasn't impossible. No, she would wait until tomorrow, till he left. Arin smirked, there was no way she’d get caught, and even if she did it would just be a slap on the wrist. Arin dropped her cigarette and stomped it out, she had an evil glint in her eyes as she stared up at the mansion.
((Ha, it's alright.))
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jul 28, 2010 5:41:31 GMT -5
The one thing Val hated more than having no condoms and fake women; was having to meet with the human goverment's Army boys. Well, one boy in particular. A Brigadier General by the name of Wilt Sawyer.
What the fuck kind of name was Wilt anyways?
As Val stood before the man, whose graying hair and receding hair line made him glad he had good genes, he couldn't help but feel a certain amount of distaste.
He had always hated the man, and wasn't exactly sure why. Just there mere sight of him was enough to make his lips draw back in disgust. Maybe it was the way he presented himself, like he was the leader of the entire fucking human race and all should kiss his ass. Then again maybe it was the stale cologne he wore that made the inside of Val's nose burn.
By the gods! Did the man have no sense of smell! It was like he had taken a damn bath in the cheap shit.
"Mr. Kingston, pleasure to see you once again."
Bull shit. By the pissed off look in the old geezer's eyes Val knew he would rather be anywhere else than standing before him.
But acting like the good little boy Val shook the man's hand. "General, you as well." He tried not to grin as the man's eye twitched. He always hated it when Val called him by the lower rank; but truthfully Val was just too lazy to say his full ranking. Okay, granted it was just another word. But you don't live forever, right? Seize the day and all that bull shit. So he wasn't going to waste his time saying the full rank when he really didn't give a shit in the first place. Brigadier General or Private, it was all the same to him. Besides, he just took so much pleasure in putting the old bastard in his place. If anyone should be bowing down to anyone it would be him bowing down to Val.
Because of Val the nonhumans hadn't started an all out war on the humans. And did they ever want to.
The two men sat across from each other on the wide table; and Val placed his brief case on it's surface and snapped it open, pulling out all his documents.
Every two weeks the General paid him a visit to gather any information on nonhuman activity. This activity usually included anything having to do with breeching the agreement and harming a human in any way shape or form.
Not that the Government wasn't all over that to begin with, but sometimes some cases slipped from they're radar and they came to Val for possible information.
"Not too much has been happening." Val informed him as he laid out the paperwork before the man. "A few nights ago a couple of humans wondered into an underground nonhuman bar and discovered they're existence. As you know my men delivered them to you you for a briefing. No one was harmed, as you know." He shifted through the paperwork and pulled out another. "Ah, yes, there was a human brought into one of my hospitals last week. She had been attacked by a vampire and had been left for dead. Someone found her and rushed her in. Luckily after a few blood transfusions she was alright; and as always she had no memory of the attack seeing as the vampire erased it from her mind."
"What of the vampire. Have you captured him yet?"
"My men gathered information on a new vampire to the city who still goes by the old ways. They found his lair and I had one of my men question him. He confessed to the crime and was taken care of."
The General nodded. "Anything else?"
Val gazed over the papers a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing more than a few cases of a human stumbling across a were during it's shift and some of my men finding a nest of harpy eggs in the sewers. Which we disposed of aside for about three. Not much has been happening these past few weeks." He repeated again, placing his papers back into his brief case."What about on your side?"
"Aside from a rogue hunter murdering a family of Solem demons nothing much."
Val closed his eyes a moment and gritted his teeth. Nothing much? You call the slaughter of an entire family nothing much? Solem demons were nonviolent in nature, in fact most of them lived alongside humans easily. The fact that someone could have murdered them infuriated him. But what infuriated him more was that the General seemed to think nothing of it.
"And what of the man that committed the crime?" Val could tell the man was unhappy with the word 'crime' but didn't say anything.
"He was transferred to Volur Prision."
Volur prison. No one but the government and nonhumans knew of it's existence. It was a prison mainly for humans who had committed a crime against nonhumans. Once a person was taken there they would never get out.
Val nodded, still a bit pissed off but stood, grasping his brief case. "Well, if that is all I have to be getting somewhere." He said and the General stood.
"Of course. Until next time then." He said before nodding stiffly and Val went through the whole shaking hands process once again before heading out the door.
He headed to the elevator and took it down to the first floor and was headed out the door when Heather walked in. He cringed, wanting to curse at his ill luck but then stared in confusion as she walked passed him with simply a seductive smile.
What the fuck was that?! She hadn't even tried to jump his bones.
Val wasn't know if he should feel relieved or insulted. Not wanting to dwell on it he walked out from the building and into the crowded streets.
He stared at the clueless humans as they bustled about, so consumed within they're own lives that they couldn't see the truth. Seems they weren't as alone as they though.
Over the years he had seen various humans the moment they had discovered that vampires, ghost, werewolves and demons existed. And while they had all had different reactions one thing was always the same. Excitement.
No matter how fearful they may have been, there had always been a glint of excitement in they're eyes.
If the silly humans would just slow down a minute or two they'd realized that the existence of Nonhumans wasn't actually a bad thing.
Val knew enough about the nonhumans to know that they were weary from hiding themselves in the dark. They wanted to be out in the open like everyone else.
Val didn't understand why the Government was so hush-hush about it in the first place.
Entering a small shop he inhaled the musky scent of leather bound pages. Val was a sucker for old books. Always had been. He was sure the musky smell was the best in the world. Hell it was almost enough for him to get a boner.
"Val, my boy. I was wondering when you would step in."
Val turned and smilled at Leo, the frail old man who owned the book store.
"I'm sorry, I had a meeting I couldn't miss. So, is it here?" He asked anxiously and Leo grinned widely at him, stepping from behind his counter towards a door and motioning for him to enter.
"Just arrived this morning. "Must be your lucky day."
Val followed him into the small back room and watched as he opened a safe before pulling out a black bundle. He laid it on his desk and began to peel away the black cloth. Val watched with a fast beating heart and stared down in awe at the large leather bound book that was revealed.
Val stepped forward and carefully pulled open the leather cover, revealing papyrus paper filled with beautifully artistic Egyptian designs and hieroglyphs. "Rw nw prt m hrw. Book of the dead." Val muttered in awe, running his fingertips lovingly over the browned, crisp papers. "I've been looking for it for years."
Leo smiled, still looking down at the book. "At times like this I really wish I were filthy rich so I could buy incredibly arts like this." He said before wrapping it in the black cloth again and handing it to Val.
Val cradled it carefully in his hand. "Why don't we go for lunch, I'm buying. We have to celebrate."
Leo laughed and laid his hand on Val's back as they walked out of the room. "My boy I'm starting to feel guilty about making you buy me lunch all the time."
"Please, it's the least I could do." Val said and they headed out the door.
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Post by Ttoraie on Jul 28, 2010 12:49:50 GMT -5
Arin was the type of person who would hurt another to get what she wanted, she didn’t realize it, nor did she want to, she was exactly like her mom. She had no idea about the consequences a nonhuman would get for hurting a human. She met her friend, a werewolf, early in the morning. He was a rugged looking man. He had held Arin once and in return she kept him away from the police. Looking back on that memory always made her feel sick, she mentally broke two men, but they had what she needed, Kree.
“Hey, I got laid last night.” He smirked, Arin rolled her eyes, “Yeah me too.” She wasn’t in the mood, not today. “I need your help later.” She told him, her malignant smirk dominating his perverted one. Kree’s smirk instantly dropped once hers appeared, “Every time I get involved in your plans something bad always happens.” He groaned, rubbing his temples, but he owed her and after this she would owe him. This little game would never end.
Arin crossed her arms as she waited for her friend outside a strip club, she sighed, ’Fucking men and their dicks.’ She frowned; her friend had to have his release before going along with her plan. He came out about half an hour later, licking his fingertips, “I’m sorry, I had to deal with a bad little pussy cat.”
Arin wrinkled her nose in disgust, she walked up to him, standing barely an inch apart, “Listen,” She started, her index finger tracing little circles on his arm, “If you mess this up for me,” She paused, looking him in the eyes, her tone and expression changed, “I will castrate you.” She snapped. The word castrate made the male pale, he gulped and nodded.
“So how is this going to work, I can’t exactly change on command.” He informed her, Arin already knew this, she wasn’t an idiot. “I’m going to pretend that you are chasing me.” Her friend’s mouth hung open in an ‘O’ form.
“If the guard or the owner comes out, you, having much more strength than me, will have to knock him out, not kill him, knock him out.” She explained, it was sad that she had to remind her friend not to kill the man, she knew Kree, he didn’t mind hurting a human, he had some very strong opinions about them, and if it were up to him they’d all be dead.
Kree was in awe, this place was HUGE. He looked at his friend, “I don’t think he’ll mind if he’s missing a few items.” Arin smirked, she knew Kree would understand.
The day was getting away from them; she had to get this done. She raised one thing eyebrow at the gate and shook her head, people and their paranoia; it was like all these people were afraid of burglars or something. She sighed, getting into her act. Her small finger reached out to the box to call whoever it was. She would feel incredibly stupid if no one picked up or was home but that would also make her job easier.
“Help! Please! Someone!” She cried into the speaker, “T-There is someone, something chasing me, it tried to bite me!” She cried, her act sounded very convincing.
She forced herself to cry and look distressed in case there was a camera. Kree stood a distance away until she gave him some sort of signal. If someone were to look out the window and see him through the camera it looked like a big, rugged freak was trying to get to a girl cowering and crying in the corner.
Kree had a very dominate appearance and the way he was standing made him look like a predator about to attack his prey. Arin “cried” and mumbled “Please” over and over. If no one answered in 5 more minutes she was going to assume the house was empty and just break in.
((Is there anything really special or important she can steal?))
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jul 28, 2010 13:56:29 GMT -5
((yeah, ill mention a painting in a minute))
Bastian Kravings looked up with a frown, a slice of pizza stuck in his mouth where he had just chomped down on it. He pulled the rest back and dropped it to the plate, quickly chewing as he stared at the girl in the surveillance camera. What the hell was she doing there?
He didn't have to wonder long, because a split second later she hit the intercom button and gasped out in a fearful voice that someone was chasing her.
Bastian's frown deepened. His moral side told him to open the gate and let the girl through, while rushing out to make sure she was okay; but the other part of him, the one that was terrified of disobeying his boss, told him to ignore her and keep eating his god damn pizza.
Torn between the two he reluctantly pressed the speaker button. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to find somewhere else. I'm not allowed to let anyone in."
Okay, he had never felt more like a douche.
But Bastian knew what it was like to disobey his employer, and knew that he sure as hell didn't want to hear the man's anger again.
It had been a couple of weeks ago when Mr. Kingston had purchased a painting from from some European old bag. Bastian remembered how Mr. Kingston had dotted on the painting, which if he remembered correctly was called Dora Maar au Chat. Or some shit like that. Bastian did remember that it had been painted by Pablo Picasso, and that the damned thing had cost a little over ninety million.
Mr. Kingston had just arrived back with the painting and was busy hanging it in his 'treasure' room; which Bastian had only seen once, and only because his boss had needed help carrying some statue of some naked dude. He remembered looking around the room in awe at all the statues and paintings covering the wall. There had also been a large glass container of various swords and daggers. Bastian had thought that was pretty kick ass.
Well later than night some chick from Bosses work had hit the intercom and Bastian had let her in without consulting the boss. He shivered at the memory.
The man's dark eyes had gone near black with rage, and Bastian had stood stock still in fear and shock as the man had somehow seemed to grow large, vibrate almost. Just as soon as it had happened it was gone, and he was normal again. To this day Bastian wasn't sure that what he had saw was actually real. He actually didn't even like thinking about it, it just made himself think he was crazy.
Which is why he was hesitating on letting the girl in. Though as he looked at the screen again he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy and his good southern upbringing.
As it was, Val was one of those paranoid people, because after he had returned to work after his quick lunch with Leo, he couldn't stop horrifying over the possibly of damage coming to his precious Book of the Dead. What kind of place was this to keep it, anyways? So before he drove himself crazy he decided he would make a quick trip to his home and safely secure the book.
Besides, he couldn't really think straight with the nagging voice inside his head screaming at him to put the book somewhere safe. So he gunned the engine on his Lamborghini; about fifteen minutes away from his house.
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Post by Ttoraie on Jul 28, 2010 14:48:58 GMT -5
Arin clenched her fists in anger; she refrained from smashing the box. What kind of asshole wouldn’t help a damsel in distress, this kind apparently. She needed to think, she needed a new plan. Arin glanced over at Kree; he would be able to get her over at night. She sighed, she would give it one more shot and if it didn’t work she would come back when it was dark.
“Fine!” She yelled into the box, “When they find my body in a ditch it better be you that will identify me! While you’re at it you can also tell the cops how you refused to help a poor girl!” She snapped, she could feel her anger levels rising, that usually wasn’t a good sign.
Arin glanced back towards Kree, they shared a silent conversation. Her eyes were telling him that once they got inside she didn’t care what he did to this man, he had pissed her off. Kree smirked, and nodded, Arin’s attitude changed, she wasn’t one for patience. He was becoming increasingly excited, not only were they breaking into someone’s house but he was allowed to kill.
Kree loved killing humans, they were useless and annoying in his eyes. He remembered when he first killed one, it was years ago. Arin just so happened to be there and helped him. She did something to the police; all he saw was her staring at them, then screaming. It freaked him out, he didn’t understand. Apparently he would be of use to her and that was the only reason she did what she did.
Arin looked at Kree, she wanted in and now. She nodded her head to the gate and Kree understood what she wanted. If that man wasn’t going to let them in they would just have to break in.
Kree paused, he heard a car coming, "Arin." He whispered, she looked back at him. He mouthed 'car' to her. She sighed in irritation and looked back at the house. She mouthed back to Kree to go, she would wait and see who it was and if they lived around here. Arin looked back to the box, she wanted to say one last thing but she would wait until later, face to face.
She walked away from the house and sat on the edge of the sidewalk, patiently waiting for the car. She took out a cigarette to smoke while she waited. She looked like some pretty housewife trying to escape her abusive husband.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jul 29, 2010 12:26:00 GMT -5
Bastian had his index finger directly over the button to open the gate when he caught sight of his bosses car on the surveillance camera. He quickly jerked it away, as if the man could somehow see what he had been about to do. He straightened as Val pulled to a stop by the gate, and didn't open it until the man had ordered it through the intercom. Bastian had always thought his boss a bit paranoid, especially how he didn't want the gate opened unless he actually told Bastian. If his car was to pull up and Bastian open the gates without the order, he'd receive a good tongue thrashing. It was almost like the man thought someone would go to the trouble of steeling his car and masquerading as him.
Val drove though the gates, watching the woman sitting on the curb with a frown. What the fuck was she doing? Why the hell was she sitting in front of his house? Parking he climbed out of his car, turning and looking back at the woman. Seemed she was just lounging and smoking a cig. Did she really have to do it in front of his house? Tsking at the woman he turned and began towards the house, his book clutched tight to his chest.
Bastian waited for him at the door, glancing over Val's shoulder towards the woman. "She beeped in just before you arrived boss. Said someone was chasing her."
Val's frown deepened and he turned; looking at her more closely. "Doesn't look like she's being chased."
"You're right. What person being chased would just sit on the curb camly smoking a cigarette?"
Val finally turned away from her and patted Bastian on his shoulder. "You did good not letting her in the gates. I'm just here to add someone to my collection and then I'll be leaving again." He told the younger man, walking past him and into his mansion.
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Post by Ttoraie on Jul 29, 2010 14:47:13 GMT -5
Arin eyed the car, watching it disappear, she threw her cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out. She eyed the mansion for a few moments, her compulsion to steal growing stronger. She pushed some hair behind her ear and walked away, going to find Kree.
He didn’t stray far, he was at some café shoveling a plate of fries down his throat. Arin sat across from him, “You’ll be able to change tonight, right?” She asked, hugging her bag protectively. Kree nodded, “I don’t need a full moon to change.” He reminded her. The woman glanced to her side, going into a deep thought. Kree noticed she was distracted; he took a break from his fries.
“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?” He asked, wiping his greasy hands onto his pants. Arin shook her head, “Just running through the plan is all.” She responded calmly. Kree rolled his eyes, “Plan? There’s not much to it, I jump over the gate, break in, subdue the guard or whatever, we steal and leave. That’s it.” He really didn’t understand her worrying.
When the sun set the two made their way back to the mansion, Kree had changed into a werewolf. He was big and intimidating. Kree moved his head, motioning for Arin to get on, she followed his order and climbed onto his back. She was light on his back. Arin tightly gripped the fur and leaned forward, burying her face into his back. She had to close her eyes as he jumped over the gate, afraid that if she looked down it would feel as if she was falling. The nervous feeling in her stomach did not disappear even after they landed; she knew it wouldn’t go away until they were safe and away from this house.
It took Arin a moment to regain her footing when she got off she stumbled a bit before finally straightening out. Kree charged for the door, he threw his body against the door until it finally opened. Arin looked at Kree, “You watch the guard, and I’ll get the stuff.” She ordered, pausing, “Don’t kill him.” Kree growled at her and she glared back, “Do not kill him. We don’t need another crime on ours hands.” She snapped, her eyes challenging his. Kree snapped his jaws at her in anger but he understood.
Arin looked around the mansion, it was bigger than she expected, and she had no idea where to start. She sighed and tied her hair back so it wouldn’t get in her way. She walked around, at first just admiring the place. Arin found the ‘treasure’ room and broke in. She smirked, “Jackpot.” She mumbled glancing over his collection of items. She stopped in front of one ‘Dora Maar au Chat,’ she could tell it wasn’t a fake. Arin just stood there and stared at the painting before her eyes caught a large leather bound book. She walked over to the book, her fingertips lightly tracing the cover.
((If this seems like I’m God-Modding I will change it.))
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 2, 2010 16:12:22 GMT -5
((no it's fine Bastian jerked up, his blurry sleep filled eyes widening slightly before he rubbed them with his knuckles. What the hell had been that noise? Had something fell inside the mansion? Checking the security cameras around the gates and outside of the mansion he saw that everything was clear and stood. It had to have come from inside then. Frowning slightly unbuckled the snap on his gun holster and rested his palm against it's handle, heading out of the small room that held the security cameras and towards the mansion. Grabbing his flash light he shown it around the yard, looking for any signs of a breech but found none. He had grabbed his keys and approached the front door, and was lifting them to unlock it when he looked up and froze. Fuck. Oh, fuck. The damn door was busted in. Someone had broken into the mansion. Swearing softly he grabbed his gun and entered slowly, the pitch darkness of the mansion giving off an eerie feeling and the shadows cast by his flash light seemed to turn into snakelike beings that made his hair stand on edge. Taking a long and calming breath he began to head through the mansion. Val was in the middle of trying to seduce a harpy; which were actually more timid and seclusive beings than mythology suggested, when his cell rang. He gave the cute blonde headed woman an apologetic frown before excusing himself from the bar and heading around the corner near the rest rooms. He pulled out his cell. "This better be fucking good." He bit out angirly. "Boss?" Val frowned at the whispered voice. "Bastian? That you? What's wrong?" "Boss someone has broke into the mansion." Val felt all the color drain from his face before he turned and ran from the bar, the harpy woman frowning as her eyes followed his movements. God dammit! He had been so close to her inviting him to her place too. "Don't call the cops and get the hell out of there." Val bit out before snapping his phone shut and jumping into his car. He started it with the push of a button and shot through the parking lot and out onto the streets. Luckily he had chosen a bar relatively close to his house, and would be there in about fifteen minutes. He just hoped that whoever, or whatever, it was that had broken into his home left Bastian be. Val might act like a prick to the kid, but he had actually come to care a great deal about the little shit. He'd been in his employment for a good ten years now. Hell, Val had hired him when he was nothing but a little orphan on the streets. Had taken him in and set him up with keeping the yards in order before moving him to his security position as soon as he had hit twenty. He'd held the position for about two years now and though tended to screw up every now and then was still a good kid. Val didn't want to see anything bad happen to him. Shifting into third gear he shot through the streets. Bastian slid the cell back into his pocket, creeping alongside the walls. Val had told him to get the hell out of there, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. He owed his life to Val. He wasn't going to just sit still while someone broke into his house and took something important from him. He just hoped that it was nothing but a low class burglar with no weapons and would most likely flee after being caught.
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Post by Ttoraie on Aug 6, 2010 2:21:15 GMT -5
Kree sniffed through the house, looking for the security guard. The wolf picked up a scent and followed; he snapped his jaws and growled, he didn’t care what his friend had told him, he wanted to kill this man, once he found him. Kree stood there, waiting for his prey to come out. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to play with this one before killing him. Kree stared into space; his yellow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.
Arin seemed to lose herself in this room; she was in a trance like state, hearing her friend’s growl snapped her back to reality. She grabbed the Egyptian book and ran downstairs; she knew her friend wasn’t going to leave the guard alone unless she interfered.
She sighed in irritation, “Kree, c’mon, I got what I wanted, let’s go!” She shouted, following the heavy breathing. She smirked in the darkness, “Hey, I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t let me in earlier, you know I was so angry that I was going to let my friend here kill ya’.” She paused, her hand lightly petting her friend’s fur, she wasn’t sure if the guard was around here, or if he could even hear her, but she honestly didn’t care. She looked around, feeling small in such a big house.
Arin continued with her sentence, “Anyways, I decided against it, why add another crime to our list.” She stated, gripping the book tightly, both her and Kree had no idea what happens when a non-human killed a human. She tightened her hand around Kree’s fur, a nervous feeling in the bottom of her stomach. Kree lowered his head, he could feel her tension, and he could tell she wanted to get out of there.
“Let’s go.” She stated, the wolf nodded his head, he lead the way through the dark place until the bright stars allowed Arin to find her own way. They quickly left the area, once far away Arin pulled the book from her bag to show Kree, he was still in wolf form and his expression was one of confusion. Arin smiled and patted his head, “Book of the Dead.” She simply stated, her eyes glued to the cover.
“I’ve heard stories about it but I’m not familiar with it, I bet it sells for a lot. I’ll be leaving her soon; it’s not safe to sell it here. The guy we stole from, well let’s just hope he’s not too smart.” She closed her eyes and breathed lightly, when she reopened them Kree had stood up, “Hunting?” She asked, the wolf snapped his jaws as a yes and took off.
Kree raced down the streets, looking for some lonely person to attack. He found the perfect woman, sitting alone on a bench, no one else around. The wolf howled, causing the woman to turn around in panic. She screamed and took off running.
’Perfect.’ The wolf thought, chasing after her. He let her run for a little while before his bit at her legs, causing her to tumble over. Kree pinned her down, drool dripping from his putrid mouth onto her doll-like face. He attacked her throat, ripping it open like a bag of chips, he remembered the first time he had tasted blood, and it only took once before he was hooked. To him human flesh was like meth, he craved it and needed it.
Once he was finished it looked as if she had no face, Kree stared down at what was left before leaving the area. He didn’t think anyone would blame him, he couldn’t control himself, he didn’t understand the freak out over another dead person, to him it was population control. Kree had no control, just like Arin with her stealing, she couldn’t control herself.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 6, 2010 4:10:30 GMT -5
Bastian glued his body to the wall with wide eyes, the flash light in his hand shaking, making the beam of light zigzag over the floor. Okay, he was no pussy but he wasn't going to bust out and try to apprehend someone when they had just said he was lucky they weren't going to kill him. Not to mention that fucking eerie sound that resembled a growl was just too creepy for him to step around the corner and see who had broken into the house. Hell, he had never even shot a gun before, could he kill a person? At that moment he very much doubted it.
When he heard the sound of the front door slamming shut he sagged against the wall, running a shaking hand over his face to try and calm his nerves. They had left. He was alright.
But Val would surely kill him now.
Stumbling back to his feet he hurried to Val's treasure room, looking around to check. Everything seemed to be there. Strange. Why would someone break into the house and steal nothing? As he began to turn he frowned suddenly, jerking back around to where the book Val had brought back earlier had been lying on a mantle. Actually to the mantle that no longer held the book.
Oh, fuck. Yeah, he was defiantly going to kill him. Val had clung to that book like it was the fucking holy grail. So not good.
Just then he heard a strange static sound followed by a whispered voice. He spun around, pulling his gun from it's holster and searching the shadows with the flash light. Had they come back?
"Kid.......gate...in.."
Realization hit him then and Bastian rushed through the house back to his small security room and looked at the screen. Val was at the gate.
Swallowing a large lump in his throat he felt himself break out in a cold sweat and slowly pushed the intercom button. "Sorry boss." He muttered before opening the gate and watching the man drive through and park.
He was soo dead. Or at least fired.
Replacing his gun back in it's halter he hurried to meet Val at the front door. He opened it just as the man was about to put his key in the hole and Val glanced up at him with a frown.
"What are you doing?" Val asked with an arched brow, a frown catching his lips as he saw how shaken up the kid was. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked and literally watched the boy break out into a nervous sweat. "Bastian." He said with a narrowed gaze. "What happened."
Bastian nervously stepped back so Val could enter and Val noticed the flash light in his hand. "What..." His eyes instantly widened and he jerked past the boy, headed quick towards his treasure room.
"I don't know how they got past the gate. I didn't open it and you made sure that it was too tall to jump or climb. I didn't even see them in the security camera. They must have done it at an angle the camera's don't catch." Bastian studdered in a rush, hurrying after Val.
Val shot through the door of the treasure room and his gaze immediately went to mantle which had previously held the Book of the Dead.
"God dammit!" He bit out loudly before grabbing the marble mantle and lifting it like it was a feather before throwing it into the far wall, watching it bust apart and chunks of marble fly throughout the room.
Bastian hung back with wide eyes.
"Do you have any idea how important that book was to me?!" Val screamed almost in a desperate tone before grabbing a large stone statue and throwing it as well. "Get out! Get out!!"
Bastian didn't have to be told again. He jerked around and ran as fast as he could back to his little security room, locking the door behind him before slumping into his chair with wide eyes.
God damn! He had thought Val was going to pick him up and sling him against the wall like he had done with the statue. How the hell had he done that anyway? The thing had been made from marble and had to weigh close to a thousand pounds. Hell it had taken four people to get it inside the place. Yet Val had picked it up like it was nothing.
How was that possible?
Well one thing was for sure. He sure as hell wasn't going to be anywhere near the man for a long while. At least not till he cooled down.
Val continued to rage a good five minutes before sagging against the wall.
It was gone. He had been searching for it for years and it was actually gone. And he hadn't even gotten the chance to properly look though it. Not that he didn't know what was in it. Hell, he had been the first to read it as soon as it had been created so he knew how magnificent and beautiful it truly was. And it was gone.
Val looked around the room, looked at the mess he had created. Well, there's a few billion gone.
Disappointed with himself for throwing such a tantrum he came to his feet again, hoping that Bastian was alright after he had just seen him in a rage.
He was just glad that it had at least been controlled and he hadn't fully snapped. He was sure the man would have ran screaming from the house instead of taking shelter in his security room.
Val ran a hand through his hair, hoping that his security guard would still look at him the same after this. It wasn't his fault after all.
Besides, it was no human that had broken in. He could smell it in the air. And the mere fact that they had gotten past the gate suggested it as well. No human could jump that gate.
Rage filling him again he forced it at a boiling calm before stepping to the center of the room. He had to figure out who did this. He would get the book back no matter what.
Closing his eyes he suddenly became stone still.
A harsh wind shot through the room suddenly, even though there were no windows, and Val opened his eyes once again.
The wind held a grey and green color to his eyes, and he watched as it flew about the room, coming together in one spot; where his book had been, and began to form a figure. His eyes widened as he recognized the girl who had been sitting on the curb earlier today, smoking a cig. Rage filled him as he realized she had been scoping out the place and he watched in a fury as the wind woman reached and picked up what had been the book before hurrying from the room. He followed the wind being, haltering when another gust of wind shot through the house and began to take on a second form. His lips curled back in distaste as he realized it was a werewolf. Foul beast. They should have never been created. They were nothing more than dumb beast in his mind.
As the two ran from the house he allowed the wind to demolish. He could follow manifest the wind only so far seeing as he wasn't at his full powers. But it didn't matter anyway. He would find some way to track down the two again. And when he did, morales and Regis aside, he would leave the law out of this one and kill them both.
((HEY. i want your wolfy dude to kill Bastian at one point. lol kay? not now but a little later on. I'm just trying to reveal what Val really is in little doses. And is it okay if I get your female attacked by some demon or something? that way she can be sent to one of Val's hospitals and he'll bump into her again there?))
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Post by Ttoraie on Aug 6, 2010 12:03:55 GMT -5
The night gave Arin a chill, not from the cold but from something else. She shoved the book into her bag then stood up. She had to hide it, if he found her she was honestly afraid of what he would do, but without the book he wouldn’t kill her off right away…hopefully. She walked deep into a forest, there was an area hidden here that only she knew about. She found it one day when she got lost. She froze upon hearing a twig snap. Her head turned into the direction, it was so quiet, and the only other noise she could hear was her heart beat. She breathed a sigh of relief when a small bunny popped out. “Stupid fucking rodent.” She mumbled , returning back to her previous task. Tomorrow and sometime soon she knew she would have to get out of here. She sighed, pulling her hair from her ponytail and letting it fall messily over her shoulders. She hated this forest at night, she always heard news about bodies appearing, she was just waiting for the day she found one, or hers was found. Arin walled around some more, going to other trees and other places, that way if someone were able to follow her scent or retrace her steps they’d have a lot of stops to make. She stopped at a meadow, I haven’t seen this place before….’ She raised one thin eyebrow, the meadow wasn’t anything beautiful, in fact it was quiet ugly. It looked like it was burned, Arin wrapped her arms around herself, she could feel someone or something’s dead aura, it was suffocating. Arin was able to get inside people’s minds, dig deep into their pasts, their successes, failures, and the secrets. Many others thought her powers were stupid, they told her she was the same as a human but she found them to be very useful. The woman sighed once again and brushed some hair behind her ear. Tomorrow she’d come back for the book, after she got her ticket to leave town. Arin stood there for a few moments hoping to catch a glimpse of the person who still inhabited this area. Kree went back to Arin, only to find she wasn’t there, he guessed she left. Kree stalked off; even in his human form he had a very predator- like stance, people often kept their distance from him. He went home, he lived in a building with a group of other non-humans, and they were all werewolves. The leader of that group wouldn’t accept anyone unless they were werewolves. He wouldn’t even accept Arin. Kree rammed his body against the door until someone came and opened it, it was Lilly, she smiled, “Kree, what did you do?” She laughed, letting him in. “Hey, I think Kree had a big meal! Why didn’t you bring any for the rest of us?” She pouted. Another woman, the house whore walked out, her shirt hanging off her shoulders, she rubbed her head and yawned, “You should’ve waited, we’re all going out tomorrow.” The woman informed him. Kree just ignored them, he pushed past them to his room, way in the back, he was exhausted. ((Yeah, he was going to kill him then but I didn’t know if that was okay so I just took the safer route. And yes go right ahead and attack her.))
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 6, 2010 14:49:56 GMT -5
((:/ i couldn't tell if the dead field was where you were wanting to be attacked or not...lol if it is then you can just get attacked urself. i dunno u can modify ur post or something...and i'll just do the part about the ambulance finding her? and edit this post))
The next morning Val walked into his office, his expression dark and violent. People tended to steer clear of him anyways, being the Regis and all; but he wasn't quite used to the looks of absolute fear on they're faces as they looked up at him.
He drew back his lips in an aggravated snarl before entering his office and slamming the door shut behind him. He stood for a moment with closed eyes, inhaling a deep breath.
"Having a bad day?"
Val spun around with wide eyes, surprised that he had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed Wilt Sawyer standing by his window. The military man had this amused half grin on his face that instantly sicked Val, making him want to rip his very skin off and see how much he grinned then.
But like the good boy he nodded his head stiffly in greeting. "What brings you here today, Brigadier General?" He walked behind his desk and sat in his chair, motioning for the man to sit in one of the chairs before his desk.
He did, sitting up in such a stiff manner that Val wondered for a second if the damned seat of the chair had suddenly grown a dick.
"As you know our next meeting isn't due for a good two weeks."
Val stared at the man with a dry face. Well? What the fuck how can you end a sentence like that? Resisting the urge to roll his eyes he nodded. "I assume something of out of the ordinary has happened, then?"
"A woman was killed last night by what we assume to be a werewolf. We found some hair samples left behind on her body."
"Did you get a match?"
"Surprisingly, no. Whoever it is either it's they're first kill or they have a way with avoiding the law. But that's not all. The attack happened on you're block."
Val's eyebrows rose instantly and he inched forward. "What time do you think it happened?"
"From the body of the victim we assume some time between seven and eight and eleven pm."
"And there was only one victim?"
"Yes. You wouldn't happen to have any information on this would you? Or is it just a coincidence that a woman was murdered near your home?"
Val took a split second to consider telling the man the truth, but knew that it was too risky. Sure, it would be nice to have more men behind him so he could find the were faster, but there were too many things endanger if he were to do that. No matter what Val could not let these people know anything about his past. Or anything about his present for that matter.
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything."
Brigadier General Sawyer nodded with a disappointed expression on his face then sit back with a sigh. "The woman was a wife to one of my soldiers; which is why we're so determined to catch the culprit."
For the first time in a very long while Val actually showed sympathy. "I'm sorry. Losing someone you love must be unbearable. Give the man my regards."
The older man nodded in silence, looking at Val a moment before getting back to business. "I assume you are going to send your Enforcers out searching for the were?"
"I'll get them on it immediately." Val assured him and he nodded, standing and reaching out to shake Val's hand. "I'll be taking my leave now. If you wouldn't mind could you contact me when the were has been apprehended?"
"Will do." Val said with a nod and the man turned and left the office.
Well. Looks like whoever had broke into his home last night wasn't that smart. Hmm, that posed a bit of a problem, actually. He always had felt bad about killing dumb people. It was like killing a defenseless squirrel or something.
Pushing away from his desk with a sigh Val walked to his window and stared out into the city. They were out there somewhere. With his book. His book.
Grinding his teeth in anger he began to pace, then turned to the door with a frown when it opened, and this time did roll his eyes when Heather walked in.
"Wow. i guess it's true. You are in a foul mood today." She said with a small grin before walking up to him and cocking her hip to the side, crossing her arms under her large breast and grinning. "I have to disagree though. I think you're sexy when your angry."
Val tsked at her and turned away. "Not now, Heather. I have a lot on my mind."
Of course she ignored him.
Swaying those shapely hips she walked seductively to him, beginning to rub his arm with a pout on her full lips. "Oh come now, I don't like it when you're mad. How can I make you feel better?"
Before he could tell her to fuck off the woman was on her knees before him, a wide grin looking up at him while she ran her hands up his legs and towards the zipper of his dress pants.
"What the fuck are you doing." Val bit out harshly.
"Don't act like you don't want it. I can tell already." She said with a knowing grin, staring down at the steadily growing bulge in his pants.
Okay, so he may be pissed as hell and wanted to rip something apart, but a female had just dropped down to his crotch level and was rubbing his thighs. What the fuck else did she expect to happen?
"Just let me make you feel better." She whispered slyly, her nimble fingers beginning to draw his zipper down and Val pushed her away from him with a growl.
"Stop." He bit out harshly and the woman stared up at him in surprise on the floor. She looked for a moment like she was going to retaliate but her expression changed to one of sub-servitude then, and she nodded stiffly before coming to her feet and walking from his office.
"God dammit." Val said with a deep sigh, running a hand through his close cropped hair. Now not only was he pissed off but he had a raging hard on. Wonderful day so far.
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Post by Ttoraie on Aug 6, 2010 22:31:02 GMT -5
She should’ve just left the field when she felt the aura grow angrier, or when she heard a snarl, but she didn’t, she was too stubborn to leave. Arin had no time to defend herself against what had attacked her, she had no time to get inside of its mind. She didn’t know when or who helped her but she remembered being in an ambulance.
She stared at the blurry faces with half-lidded eyes, she felt so lost, she heard noises, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Finally she blacked out.
The constant beeping woke her up, she pushed herself up, sweat rolling down her face, she was in pain. Arin winced, “What?” She rubbed her head and glanced at the IV in her arm, she groaned and ripped it out, then looked around the dull room; she started to remember bits and pieces but couldn’t fill in the holes.
Arin turned, her bare feet touching the cold ground; she winced as she stood up. “Clothes, I need my clothes.” She mumbled, she could not stay here, she felt trapped, vulnerable.
Arin paused by the door, ’My bag, where is my bag?’ She had looked everywhere in the room but it wasn’t there, she assumed it was back in the forest or someone had taken it. Arin cursed to herself and slid the door open, her hazel-like eyes watching the people that passed by.
Arin walked down the hall, using the wall to guide her along. Arin paused by a little kid sitting on a bench, swinging their feet. The kid looked up at Arin and smiled a big toothy grin, “Hello!” He greeted. Arin smiled back and looked into the room the kid was sitting across from, there was a little girl in there and a lot of doctors. “My sister, she’s dying, they don’t know the cause and say her chances of survival are slim.” The boy explained.
Arin stared at the little girl before sitting beside the boy, she leaned her head against the wall, “When did it start?” She asked and received a shrug, “Not too long ago, she would get bad, then fine, then worse.” For a kid about to lose his sister he seemed fine.
“You aren’t scared….or sad?” She asked, watching the boy with sad eyes, he shook his head, “Mama said that no matter what I shouldn’t feel bad, that she’ll always be with me.” He explained to her, still smiling, he was missing a tooth.
“Did the tooth fairy visit ya’?” She asked, not sure if it even existed, she wondered if the tooth fairy was even good, she heard about horror movies and stuff. She shivered, she hated those little kids stories, the ones about Santa and the tooth fairy, and Frosty, they creped her out. The boy laughed, “Yeah! She gave me a quata!” He had an accent, it was cute. Arin smiled at the boy, “I’m going to get us some hot chocolate, be right back.” The boy nodded his head, “Marshy-mellows in mine.” He told her.
Arin found the cafeteria area, and got the two hot chocolates; she looked around, “Is this a human hospital, nonhuman, or mixed?” She asked herself, she never bothered to learn the differences in hospitals or jails for humans or nonhumans. She was told once that they had different facilities for the nonhumans, kind of like segregation, but she wasn’t going to take this person’s word for it.
She handed the boy his drink and stood beside him, she had only been gone maybe ten minutes. The little girl’s body was covered, inside a mother was crying over the body. Arin looked down at the boy, he was staring at his drink then raised it to his lips, gulping it down, the heat not bothering him at all.
Once a doctor came out she pulled him aside, she wanted to know what had happened, if it was a normal virus, the man sighed, “She was infected, we think by a nonhuman.” He told her before walking off. Arin leaned against the wall, her drink becoming cold in her hand; she needed to get back to her room.
Sitting on the cot allowed her to think, Kree, her friend did this, he killed and destroyed families, she never thought about the others and how they’d be affected. Arin allowed her normal façade to drop; she hadn’t felt this shitty in a long time. She stared at the ground, she would only allow herself these few minutes to feel sad, and then she would return to her “normal” self.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 7, 2010 8:17:56 GMT -5
Enforcers. A militia group of non-humans ranging from the tiny, spidery like dark fey to beings that could grow fifteen feet in height and sprout horns and fangs that even demons feared. And they all worked for Val. They were his soldiers, his enforcers against any wrong doing that the non-humans may have committed.
The word enforcers was whispered around the fire to non-human children much like the words monsters and demons was whispered to humans.
They were known for they're brutality. To refuse to be taken away by the enforcers was to sign your own death warrant. No one escaped they're grasps.
Two years into the job of Regis Val realized that he needed an army that would strike fear into the hearts of all non-humans. And so he began his search. Visiting various countries and finding the most lethal and deadly beings that lived there. It hadn't been hard, most hung around the underground, non-human bars, enjoying the lime light and striking fear in those around them; but then there were the one's that stay hidden, the most deadly of assassins and murderers.
They weren't always happy to see Val. He guessed he understood why. If some random guy were to show up at his house demanding he join some non-human army he'd be quite irked as well. Which is why not all that he recruited actually joined. In fact some got down right nasty.
But you'd be surprised how many jumped at the opportunity once they learned they would be fully pardoned for whatever offences they had previously committed.
The mere idea of an army of murderers enforcing law on murderers was a bit redundant to some; which was why Val kept a very close eye on his men. Most came through as soon as they joined. They straightened out they're ways, and did they're job. After all, they were all provided with a place to crash and more money than they could ask for. But there were some that sometimes stepped out of the line, forgetting they're new pledge. Those were quickly taken care of.
Which was why Val was always recruiting. Win some, lose some. It's the way of nature.
And also why he was previously stepping into one of his non-human hospitals.
A few hours ago he had gotten a call from one of the doctors. Apparently a vampire had entered the hospital and murdered a patient. Though murdered seemed to be a light word in this case.
He had ripped the man to shreds, until he was just a red splatter.
It was a known fact that vampires were weak against witches and spells. And luckily one of the nurses on duty had been a witch and had quickly put a ward around the room that he was still presently in.
Val could have just called one of his Enforcers in and had them take care of it. But just the other day they had had to put one of they're men down for breeching the contract, and he was in need of a new recruit.
"Mr. Kingston."
Val turned and found Head Doctor Campell approaching him, the succubus had deep red hair and sultry blue eyes. Everything about her reeked sex. From the gentle sway of her hips to the cascading fall of her soft hair that made you want to fist you're hand into. Then there were those lips. Ahh those full, vixen red lips. Val had had the pleasure of experiencing them quite a few times actually, and just remembering the encounter made his cock jerk.
The woman grinned seductively. As a sex demon she had the power to sense sexual frustration in men, and as a sex demon Val knew that her own body was responding as well.
"Doctor Campbell. How's the vampire."
"Looking like he's about to rip his own head off." She said, leading him down the hall to a section of the ward that was off limits. He walked around a corner after her and paused, his brow arching as he looked inside the room where the vampire was presently pacing.
She hadn't been joking. The dark haired man looked like he was about to go insane. Val looked him over; the man was cloaked head to toe in leather. Even his damn boots were leather. And his leather clad hands were clenched tight at his side. His wide shoulders were hunched slightly as he hurriedly paced back and forth, a low growl constantly sounding from deep in his throat.
But Val's attention quickly turned from the vampire to room.
By the gods! The man had really butchered the demon! The ceilings, walls, floor; hell, every inch of the place was covered in blood and gore. The mere fact that the vampire had had no weapons and had done it with nothing but his bare hands was enough to impress Val.
The vampire sensed his presence then, and swung around in a blur, and before Val could blink he was directly in front of him, just a hair away from touching the softly glowing barrier.
The man's glowing red eyes were narrowed to dagger slits as he looked at Val.
"Get me the fuck out of here." He said softly, venomously.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, just yet." Val said smoothly. "You've murdered someone in public, even I wouldn't be able to get you out of that."
The vampire let lose a aggravated growl and spun back around, beginning to pace once again. Apparently he was done talking to Val, so Val turned away from the room and lead Doctor Campbell down the hall and to her office.
He took a seat before her desk as she sat behind it.
"We couldn't get anything out of him. That's the first he's spoke just now."
"What do you know about the patient that he killed?"
She shrugged. "Just that he was a demon. Were not sure which breed yet."
"What was he being treated for?"
"He was bitten by a vampire. Had venom in his blood. We were able to treat it since we caught it early on. Do you think the vampire that bit him is the one in the room now?"
"I'm not sure. If so, why didn't he just kill him then? Why wait until he's been hospitalized and then kill him?"
"You're right. It doesn't seem right."
"Had the patient had any visitors?"
"None. He hadn't been here long before the vampire appeared. Maybe two, three hours."
"What was his name?"
"Let me see.." She grabbed a clip board and stared at it's surface a second before looking up at him. "Davis Drearden."
Val's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
She nodded in confusion. "Did you know him?"
Val laughed suddenly, shaking his head in amusement. "We've been tracking him down for about two weeks now, actually. He's been raping and killing both non-human and human women."
"Well, I guess you don't have to look for him anymore." She mumbled and realization suddenly hit Val.
"I think I know why he did it." Val stood and walked the short distance back to the room. "He killed someone you knew, didn't he."
The vampire paused, turning his red glare to him and snarled. "My fucking sister."
Val nodded in understanding. "Seeing as it was a murderer that you put off the streets I'm sure everyone would understand."
The vampire spit at him. "I don't give a fuck what people think. He deserved to die. I killed him. Simple as that."
"Well the way I see it you have two options. I send my Enforcers in for you, or you come with me and join they're ranks."
The vampire was in his face then, so close to the barrier that Val was surprised he wasn't hissing in pain just from the magick leak that vibrated an inch or so from the actual barrier.
"You know, I hear whispers all the time about what you may be. It's clear you're not human. Fuck, I've seen you sitting on that spinning throne of yours for fifty years now. No human can't age. Unless they're blessed somehow but I don't think that's the case."
Val gave a lazy shrug. "It doesn't matter what I am. All that matters is that I am the Regis of this city, and that means I basically control you."
The vampire drew his lips back in a snarl, clearly not liking that.
"And don't diss the spinning chairs. Have you ever actually sat on a real throne. Make you have a sore ass for days."
The man's lips drew back in a dark laugh, before he cocked his head to the side. "You know, most think that you're a demon. Like the piece of shit that I just ripped apart. Me? Nah. Not sophisticated enough. I think you're something else. Something else entirely."
Val narrowed his eyes then. "You wouldn't be able to grasp what I am."
"You so sure? Cause I got a few good guesses that I think hit pretty close to home. Want me to name them?"
"Enough." Val hissed. He turned to Campbell, who had just approached. "Bring the witch."
The vampire shot away from the barrier with a hiss. "What the fuck are you planning to do?"
"About thirty years ago I had the pleasure of witnessing a witch curse a vampire. Nasty curse too. Gave him the irresistible urge to drain all of his comrade's dry, and made it so that the blood he consumed turned to tar in his stomach. His whole body took on a blackish tint, and after so long he began coughing up the stuff, hell it was pretty much coming out of ever hole imaginable. But since he was a vampire it took a good two or three days to kill him." He shook his head and tsked. "I wonder if this witch would be able to do something like that."
The vampire let lose a loud, rumbling cry, picking up some machine and throwing it against the wall. "God damn you!" He shot out at Val before throwing some more things around.
Val rolled his eyes. "I'm sure if you'd join the Enforcers I'd might be able to change my mind."
The vampire turned to him in a hiss, baring his fangs. "Fine! But just because I join don't think I'm going to be one of you're little bitches and pussy foot around you like your a fucking god!"
Val's eyes widened and he laughed suddenly, shaking his head in amusement. "I think I'm going to like you." He turned away and started down the hall.
"Hey! What the fuck about this barrier?!"
"A couple of my Enforcers are on they're way. The barrier will be lifted when they get here. You are to go with them and you'll be briefed on everything you need to know." Laughing again as the vampire let lose another howl of outrage he continued down the hall.
Hmm. This one would be a good asset. He could tell.
He entered a new ward and was walking lazily down the hall when he glanced over and saw a little kid sitting on a bench before a room. He frowned slightly at the boys solemn face before looking into the room and seeing a body covered with a sheet.
Well of course he would be looking solemn. This was a god damn hospital after all. Not to mention someone he knew had just died.
Wanting to console the boy somehow but feeling too weird about it he instead continued on, turning a corner and haltering suddenly when a soft wind blew through the hall. He frowned, his head turning to the left where a room was.
His breath left him in a rush.
No fucking way.
He was in the room in a split second, grabbing the girl by her arms and jerking her up off the bed, her feet dangling above the ground as he brought her face a mere centimeter away from his. "Where. Is. My fucking book." He ground out.
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