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Post by Summer on Sept 17, 2007 4:53:45 GMT -5
Summer strode purposefully through the streets of Rome. The cool wind bit into her skin, her dress holding none of it back. She cursed to herself that she had not brought herself a jumper. Her hair blew crazily in the wind, partly obscuring her vision. She breathed in the air, relishing the effect it had on her lungs.
To any person that passed her on the street, even though few seeming it was night, would see her as any other young woman. Yet, she was not, she could protect herself against the creatures of the night, something which she had done regularly over the past few years.
Tonight however, she had given herself a night off from the hunt. Something which she would rarely do. Tonight she had been to a nightclub, and the smell of alcohol still clung to her clothes.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 17, 2007 5:33:50 GMT -5
Rickter's feet made no sound as he walked along tonight. He had gone out without his armor, without his metal boots. Without his gauntlets. He smiled as the fresh air blew through the loose silk shirt and trousers he was wearing. He kept his cloak on, to conceal his wings, he'd spent most of the night so far in a night club. Eying up a victim.
He had chosen her at length, and was now trailing her down the street. He made no attempt to conceal his passage, he just kept following. He had no weapons, but his strength would do. He smirked and started to walk faster so he could catch up with the girl. He was hungry.
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Post by Summer on Sept 17, 2007 6:31:23 GMT -5
The only reason Summer had even given in to the drink was because of her emotions. She had recently witnessed the brutal murder of a young girl which she had been protecting. As much as she had tried to distance herself, she had grown to like the girl. Which in turn had lead to the night club and then to the bliss of alcohol and the forgetfulness that it could achieve. Even through the haze of alcohol, Summer could sense that something was wrong. A dark presense in the back of her mind. She had spend too long hunting vampires, with too many close calls for her not to know the feeling - a vampire. She slowly spun around, seeing him trailing her. He made no attempt to conceal his presence which either met he was old or arrogant. Summer personally hoped for the latter as it made her job easier.
She cursed loudly as she realised her predicament, she had not brought her sword with her tonight, or her axe which left her down to one weapon ... the dagger in her boot. She did not draw it yet, hoping to portray to the vampire a simple and weak damsel of distress. Hoping for the element of surprise if he took the bait.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 17, 2007 6:52:02 GMT -5
The moment Summer turned Rickter knew something was wrong. A human wouldn't turn and remain silent, still. She was thinking hard. He knew that. He kept walking at the pace he had been. If she was a hunter then all the more fun this fight would be.
The moment his foot reached the ground next to her he swung a fist towards her stomach. This was his trademark move without a weapon. He brought his other fist down to the side of her face. He remained silent, as this scared his prey more than any battle cry.
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Post by Summer on Sept 17, 2007 7:07:52 GMT -5
Summer couldn't help but grin as the vampire continued striding forward. he swung a fist towards her stomach, and she soon thanked god silently that her father had made her study martial arts as if it was a religion, or else she would have been put out of commission right there and then. She rolled away from the blows, quickly finding her feet and trying to turn her mind from what coated the street. There was something about the vampire that unnerved her, but she switched herself off giving herself over completely to the moment. As she had rolled she had pulled out the small dagger which she had hidden in her boot. She began silently wishing she had worn something other then the short brown dress she was wearing. Silently she circled the larger vampire, she didn't really want to get close as he had superior strength when up close and if he got a hold on her she would not be able to break loose easily. "You don't think you are gonna get dinner that easily do you?" she said icily as she remained just out of arms reach. She wished now that she had not given in to the temptation of alcohol earlier as it slowed her reaction time significantly to what she was use to.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 17, 2007 15:29:33 GMT -5
"I like a fight," was all he replied. His voice like ice in the air. He ignored the dagger, pain was easy enough to block out, it couldn't kill him. He advanced again, his fist swinging in a rather elongated upper-cut. His cloak rippled behind him showing his wings for a few moments. He didn't care.
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Post by Summer on Sept 18, 2007 5:08:17 GMT -5
Summer laughed, what vampire didn't like a fight, didn't like to get the fear pumping through their victim's blood. Switching the dagger to her other hand she watched intently as he advanced again. She tried to focus her mind on his movement, trying to enable herself to anticipate his moves. The alcohol however had effectively affected her coordination and reasoning. She had been moderately prepared for his next strike, already beginning to duck beneath the blow. However a flicker of movement caught her attention. This vampire had wings, and that did not bode well in her mind. Muttering curses under her breath she had froze for just a moment, allowing the vampires fist to graze her face and knocking her sprawling across the concrete. Panic screamed through her body, the revelation that she might die here if she did not pull herself together shot through Summer. These thoughts seemed to break through the haze the alcohol had created in her mind. She realized where she was and why. Realized what she was fighting, and the distinct disadvantage she had put herself in. She quickly surveyed the area she was in, a narrow street was not a good fighting turf, she thought. She needed to pick her own ground, somewhere which gave her more room to manuevre and possibly something she could use to her advantage. Springing up with the agility of a cat, Summer ran, heading towards the end of the street. She glanced behind to see if the vampire would follow.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 18, 2007 5:59:14 GMT -5
Rickter waited to see what the human would do as he stood looking over her, when she sprang up and ran away he vanished. Laughing, the sound went through the night air all around the street.
As Summer looked back Rickter reappeared right in her path of movement, his fist held ready for her to run into it. He may let this one live, if she gave a good enough fight.
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Post by Summer on Sept 18, 2007 6:05:57 GMT -5
Summer slowed her pace slightly as she glanced around. The mysterious vampire had vanished, confusion ran through Summer as she tried to think. Turning back to watch where she was running she found her path blocked by the vampire. There was no way to stop or even slow her own momentum, so Summer did the only thing she could. She impacted with the fist, using the pain to fuel her own anger at her ignorance. Spinning on her foot she used her continued momentum to spin around, whipping the arm with the dagger around trying to catch the vampire with a backlash. She continued trying to deal with the pain and the feeling of the loss of breath that had risen in her chest.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 18, 2007 6:21:16 GMT -5
He let out a manic laugh as he vanished once more, the dagger passing through the air where he had been a second before. He reappeared behind the human and slammed his fist towards her back.
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Post by Summer on Sept 18, 2007 6:30:38 GMT -5
Summer cursed as he disappeared, she was outmatched and she knew it. He would just disappear every time she attempted to hit him. As he disappeared she saw her chance. Diving into a somersault she rolled forward before once again regaining her feet. A sharp pain shot through her arm, the trickle of hot blood flowing along her skin. She registered the cut, thinking she must have done it during her dive.
Her anger boiling to the surface she shouted, "You coward, all you vampires are alike, you hide behind your fancy tricks" she spat frustrated. A sudden idea sprung to mind, she had to find a house. She knew that vampires could not enter a house uninvited, and she was more than happy to escape to live another day even if it meant she had to back down. Watching her back she slowly retreated, ready to parry any blows that should come her way. Glancing over her shoulder at a nearby house, she looked in the shadows for a door.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 18, 2007 6:39:14 GMT -5
Rickter was slightly taken aback at her words. "They are not tricks, they are power," he replied as he vanished once again to block her path. "And those with power should always govern the weak," he stepped towards her briskly, once again punched at her lower body.
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Gabriel Van Helsing
Youngling
The Legendary Vampire Hunter
I am everyone and no one. Everywhere, no where. Call me, Van Helsing
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Post by Gabriel Van Helsing on Sept 18, 2007 6:43:11 GMT -5
Van Helsing was going through this silent night on the rooftop of the buildings with his grappling hook. The time was almost midnight but he could not see any vampire after he decided to hunt for the night till dawn as usual. The grapple held against the edge of another rooftop as the string floating in the air till the grapple of the hook was held onto the edge of the rooftop. He pulled back it to himself till the string extended and stretched. He advanced by letting himself floating in the air and jumped onto the rooftop. He gasped after he landed. Went his backwards to stick the cord of string.
Later, he heard someone screaming. It was one girl's deafening crying for help. He thought that might be a vampire or not. Maybe a burglar not of his business. He did not feel like being a hero this night. But on the second thought, he raised an eyebrow to himself as if he confused himself. Looking down the street, spotting a woman in a hazardous situation right in front of the house where he landed on. He went down by stairs.
Van Helsing recognized him as soon as he saw a glimpse of his face. "Rickster" he whispered beneath his teeth. He wears on the same red cloak its flange raising up till it reaches to his top of the head. Knowing Rickster as how would hurt him from the past. The bruises were temporarily healed yet. He caught his fist by his palm.
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Post by Summer on Sept 18, 2007 6:49:18 GMT -5
Summer glared at him as he appeared in front of her again, "They appear as nothing more than cheap parlour tricks, if you are so powerful why can vampires not walk in the light ... no humans are not as weak as you believe" she hissed at him. She was ready for the blow that came, if it had met its target. However fate seemed to intervene with the appearance of a stranger. She stepped back as he stopped the vampire. Sheathing the dagger in her belt she clamped down on the arm where she bled to stop the flow. She watched with curious eyes at the display before her.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Sept 18, 2007 7:01:43 GMT -5
"I can walk in sunlight, as can many others of my kind," Rickter's head turned to the right as he spoke. He'd know that silhouette. Van Helsing. He stepped away from Summer and prepared himself for a real fight. He had no weapons. But it didn't matter.
He spread his wings beneath the cloak and slowly rose from the ground, hovering a few inches above it. He laughed and moved his right hand forwards curling the fingers twice, his eyes glinted evil.
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