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Post by Namir Black on Oct 2, 2007 16:10:30 GMT -5
Namir was paralyzed. She was uplifted off the beach and carried away by a vampire while her friends were ambushed. The vampire's grasp was tight on her arms, she squirmed, its cold dead fingers clenched her warm porcelain skin. You can't take me off like this. You'll pay when we land. she projected at the fiend. The vampire cackled at this. "Now you're playing around in my mind, my little wolf girl? You may come to regret any little plots you may have whipped up in your mind." He grasped tighter, scraping her flesh hard with his razor sharp nails. Namir held the yelp of pain in, her fists clenched in anger, her teeth bared and her mind indecisive as to what to do. She couldn't attack at this second or the vampire would drop her, and she could plummet to her death. 'I've got to fight this out,' she thought, 'I can't give up without a fight.' The vampire began to descend from the air, dark figures whisking around below them beneath the tree's canopy. Namir smelled the air, it stung her nose, a coven of vampires were below, the smell burned her nose like acetone. He began to call out to them, those that could fly were up and gazing at Namir hungrily, reaching out their claws to brush and scratch her skin. Namir kicked powerfully with all her might, raging against the unsteady vampire, fighting against the few that surrounded her. The one holding her began to fuss. "Not now, Alminus. Not now!" he hissed at them. "We'll save her for later." their faces twisted into evil grins. "That is if you make it until later." she glared back at them, desire for revenge filling her chest like a rush of the ocean. "Restraints!" he called. "We'll fix your little rebellion." Vampires ushered out of the mask of the trees carrying silver shackles and guns. Namir's face gleamed back at her intense with rage. They strapped her hands behind her back with the shackles and drug her by her shoulders into an abandoned house. Namir guessed this was the coven's meeting place, the house was condemed and isolated from everything else, it was surrounded by woods for miles, far from the civilization that could protect her. Its windows were covered in layers of dust, the house was dark and rotting away. The paint on the outside was chipped and flaking off, and the door was heavy, and such as the condition of the rest of the house, it was decrepit. There were several large rooms inside that made up the house, they drug Namir inside and threw her up against a wall in the house's far right corner and chained her to the floor. Namir gazed down in horror to see the blood covering the walls and all over the floor. She knew who's blood it was, she knew what kind it belonged to, lycans. Revenge pressed even harder in her chest. The vampires slammed the door shut, leaving Namir stranded in a foreign house filled with cobwebs. She could feel the vampire's presence around the house, she could feel them waiting to feast. Guys, where are you?? her mind groaned. She had to get out.
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Post by Pete on Oct 2, 2007 17:00:24 GMT -5
Pete became dimly aware that he wasnt being shot at anymore, blissful as it was, he was still a little sore. "Jarrod... you can take the hit next time..." And there would definitly be a next time, Jarrod was part of the pack now. That and they had business to attend to. Namir's rescue. Standing to his feet he observed his surroundings, searching for any clues to where the Vampires may have taken the girl. Jarrod stood a few feet off, pacing, he didnt have to say anything. Both of them knew what they had to do. "Lets go. They can't have gone far." He walked over to a nearby tree, smashing his fist against it, splitting the skin. I shouldnt have left... I shouldnt have left her alone. It's my fault... He glanced over at Jarrod, his eyes glowing gold before he fell to his knees. Fur erupting from his body, limbs and muscles expanding, becoming more powerful. His face contorting, becoming more wolf-like. Howling into the night sky he motioned for Jarrod to follow. The hunt was on.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 2, 2007 19:43:36 GMT -5
Still in wolf form, Jarrod paced the ground beside Pete, waiting for him to awake. Finally, he spoke. And the bullets had not destroyed his sense of humor at least. He nodded at his command. Howling along with Pete, the two wolves ran to find Namir. Speed was the first sensation he was aware of. Blissful, glorious speed. The smell of the ocean filled his senses and he breathed deep, experiencing the awakening scent like he never had before. His pointed ears swiveled, taking in the noise. Could he do the mind-talk thing too? Concentrating, he reached his thoughts out to Pete. I think I know where they might be, he thought, slowing a bit as he focused on communicating. Then he speeded up again. Namir: he hoped she was okay. Her face, so soft, so beautiful, filled his mind, driving him onward. He vowed to destroy them if so much as one hair on her head was harmed.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 3, 2007 16:05:23 GMT -5
Namir couldn't see Jarrod, or Pete. She wondered where they were and if they were okay. Something in the back of her mind told her that those bullets weren't silver, they were just used for stunning. Namir hadn't ever tried to test projection over a long distance like this, but she tried anyways, Jarrod, I'm okay, for now. They've taken me to a small coven's base in the woods, I'm about a mile or two in from the edge of the forest. She hoped that he had gotten it, and was able to hear her. Half heartedly she looked out the window, her heart still racing from all of the excitement, but her mind working more logically now. Dark figures were still darting from tree to tree, she could see them lurking, keeping an eye out for any new arrivals or intruders, she'd guessed that about ten vampires resided here. The door opened with a loud screech and clunk as the door opened, and Alminus entered. The gleam of hunger in his eyes was prominent and over taking, of his already decrepit and repulsive manner. "So, little wolfy, tell me your name and maybe I'll go easy on you.." he whispered in her ear, scratching a long black nail across her chest, down in between her breasts. Namir pulled against the shackles as hard as she could pull, this enraged her to no extent. "Don't touch me you filthy scum!" she screamed, glaring darkly. She bit his hand as hard as she could, he had let it linger too long on her, and he yelped in pain. "Damion!" he yelled. "Our dog needs a muzzle." Namir glared at him threateningly. Still, he dared to stroke her arm, "You're going to pay for that." he stated flatly, "Or maybe I want you to do it again..." he chuckled. He dared to go closer, getting right up in her face. "Will the wolf girl dare to give me a kiss? A kiss for a name." he breathed seductively in her face, his fangs peeking out behind his lips. Namir spat in his face, "I'd rather kiss a cobra, you dirty --"
The door flew open, Damion burst in, carrying a gag. Alminus commanded him to put the gag on Namir, and chuckled from the corner seeing his prisoner bound. "That'll do, Thank you, Damion," he said politely, smiling to the vampire. As Damion exited, Alminus grabbed the heavy door, "Since you don't wish to cooperate with me, dog, I'll leave you here. But I'll be back to see if you've changed your mind later." With that he shut the door behind him, a heavy bang and a shift of locks as the door was closed. Namir was left alone, with her thoughts, knowing they'd be back, and eventually to feed.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 4, 2007 23:27:46 GMT -5
The shifting sand eventually gave way to firmer ground as they neared the forest edge. Jarrod's sensitive ears heard nothing at first; only the ordinary rustles of birds and soft chirrups of the crickets. He did not recieve her thoughts; either he was too new to this or she was too far away. But he knew she was here. The abandoned house had been there for years; as far as he knew, no one inhabited it. But rumors had reached him from the beach - rumors of hauntings, of teenagers going and never coming back. He had dismissed the tales, attributing it to people looking to stir up trouble in the small towns. Now, however, he began to rethink the stories. Perhaps there was a ring of truth to them. Actually, if he was correct, it would be more like a gong. These stories consisted of the typical campfire horror tales; people never returning, dark shapes that beset groups of people, ungodly screams and screeches. Now that he was assured of the existence of vampires, all the pieces lined up. Dirty scum! They had taken his Namir! Baring his teeth at the thought, he flew through the forest, Pete beside him, white shapes flitting through the trees like avenging ghosts. Finally he began to slow, about half a mile into the forest. He wished their coats were not such a pure white; they stood out from the dark tree trunks and steady black shadows. There is a house around here; I think that is where she is. he thought to Pete.
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Post by Pete on Oct 5, 2007 17:22:52 GMT -5
Revenge, Jarrod. Hit hard and fast, use your speed to your advantage... they cant kill what they cant see or touch. Her Life is in our hands now. This whole situation was a slap in the face to Pete. He was a protector, and Namir's mentor... but somehow he let this happen... Giant white beasts they may have been, but moving at the speed they were, they would be nothing more than a blur to the human eye. Jarrod, I can get there faster, show me where the house is. Its just like talking, paint me a picture. Pouring on the speed, it seemed as Pete had dissapeared, blurring into the dark night. The only sign he had even been there was the powerful gust of wind that resulted. Seeing the house in his mind, he sprinted towards it, every second counted. It was the difference between saving her... or finding her dead body. Found it He reported to Jarrod. Casing the place, he noticed eight Vampires surrounding the shack. Sam Fisher would hae been proud of Pete. Sneaking behind one of the Vampires, in one quick motion he grabbed the vicitim's chin and the back of his head, with a twisting motion the neck snapped, the Vampire falling to his knees, dead before he hit the ground.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 7, 2007 16:21:33 GMT -5
Conjuring up an image of the derilict house, Jarrod thought it to Pete. Then he too ran faster, faster than he had ever run before. The forest blurred around him; if it hadn't have been for his increased senses and reflexes, he would have hit a tree long ago. Dodging trunks and ducking under low-hanging branches, the enraged Jarrod began to slow as he neared the house. He sucked in a deep breath through his wet black nose, testing the air. He smelled vampire, lots of it, disgusting, dusty, and covered in the sickly sweet smell of death. Jarrod sniffed again, concentrating. Namir! Her scent was here, though very faint. Opening his glowing eyes, he saw Pete dispatch of a vampire. In a hideous rendition of a grin, Jarrod bared his teeth and grabbed a nearby sentry with lightning speed. Grabbing his scrawny neck between both massive paws, he twisted suddenly, snapping his neck as one would a chicken's. The other vampires looked up at the sharp retort of cracking bone. No time for stealth now. With deadly silence, Jarrod flung the limp body aside and rushed the six remaining vampires, intent on their blood.
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Post by Pete on Oct 7, 2007 16:31:03 GMT -5
Seeing Jarrod had finally caught up he ran up to him. Quickly slapping him a highfive. Lets do this. No mercy, take no prisoners. He thought, picking up Jarrod and heaving him towards one of the incoming Vampires, the Lycan hit the poor fool right in the chest like a freight train. Pete recoiled as one of the Vampires jumped onto his back, wrapping his arms around hs neck to strangle him. Grabbing ahold of the Vampire he heaved forward, sending the Vampire realing into a tree, he dissapeared, reapearing with his fist through the assailants body, denting the tree with the impact. Four left. He said, digging his claws into a close by tree, ripping it from the ground. Dissapearing again as another vampire ran towards him, the last thing the Vampire saw was a medium sized tree connecting with his upper body. We're coming Namir!
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 7, 2007 16:38:55 GMT -5
Jarrod found himself being flung towards a hapless bloodsucker and he growled, claws outstretched. Crushing the ribs and spine instantly as he landed, he reflected that it sounded very much like stepping on a fallen acorn. Jumping up, he threw a crushing fist into the face of another vampire, caving in the nose in a spurt of blood. Grabbing his arm as he screamed, Jarrod swung him around a few times and let go. The vampire would have traveled quite a distance if a tree had not interrupted his fight. He saw that Pete had things under control with the two remaining vampires, who looked a bit more experienced than their unassuming counterparts. I am going to get Namir he thought to Pete. Then he ran again, right towards the bolted and locked door. With a solid thud, the door popped off the hinges and fell to the floor. Standing up, his eight foot form brushing the door frame, he ducked inside. No one was to be seen; there were a few doors in the hallway, and no doubt more throughout the house. Lowering his white muzzle to the ground, he sniffed, trying to track Namir.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 7, 2007 16:51:51 GMT -5
Namir heard the commotion outside, her heart lept and a smile spread to her face. She could feel the worried buzz of the thoughts and the panic spreading amongst the vampires. Thoughts died out suddenly, and she could feel the presence of new arrivals, she sniffed the air, taking in the salty smell of Jarrod and the rustic smell of Pete. Her mind rejoiced. The door banged open, and she could hear the steps pound gently on the floor, the smell became stronger, pushing through the blood and mold smell that were vampires, Jarrod had come in the door. Jarrod! I'm in the back of the house! Be careful. I don't know how many you've gotten. Just as she said this, the lights went out with a crack as the bulbs died, and she could hear the grumbling maniacle laugh of Alminus from the corner, his white pointed teeth gleaming white in the darkness. "Lets see if your boyfriend can stay alive enough to see his little wolf again.." he laughed positioning himself hidden in the darkness with Damion close by, she could feel his presence.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 8, 2007 11:33:32 GMT -5
Jarrod heard her thoughts and his heart rejoiced. She was not dead! Though this whole place reeked of death, of decay. Sniffing deeply, he could smell her, and he knew he was getting closer. Suddenly, the lightbulbs popped a died, leaving a strange afterglow in his eyes. Blinking and shaking his head, he cleared the tiny dots that danced in his head. Lowering himself to all fours, his head now stood at about six feet. Though shorter than his upright form, he was still formidable, a mass of finely tuned muscle. His padded paws gliding silently down the hall, he gently sniffed at each door, not enough to make a noise, seeing if Namir was contained within. Finally, he found one that smelled strongly of her. Sniffing once more to make sure, he reared up on two feet again. Jarrod debated over what to do. He had no idea how big the room was or where Namir was, so if he ran and knocked the door inwards he could crush her. Setting his ears back determinedly, he grabbed the sides of the door, digging into the soft wood with his blunt claws. Biceps and pectoral muscles bulging, he yanked it outwards with one huge tug. The hinges ripped out of the frame with a few dull cracks, and he shifted the door aside. "Namir!" he exclaimed softly as he saw her. She was okay! But she was chained. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," he assured as he took a step towards her.
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Post by Pete on Oct 8, 2007 12:46:45 GMT -5
Watch out Jarrod, there are more inside! Rushing inside the building he scanned for the other lycans. Dashing through the halls, his keen sense of smell leading the way through the misty house. Mist? Inside? He asked himself. It finally clicked, a second too late as the Vampire re-materialized, his foot connecting with Pete's chest, sending him through the wall. Wincing with pain as he stood up, he sent his message to Jarrod. Get her out of here! I'll take care of our friends. The Vampire's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the building. Creeping down the hall he searched for any sign to the Vampires whereabouts. Click. His left leg burned with icy pain as the bullet found its way into his body, hearing the familiar whoosh noise he knew the Vampire was on the move, closing in on the kill. Staggering to his feet he took three more bullets across his back. "It's over Wolf." The Vampire said, placing the gun on the back of Pete's head. Big mistake. Seemingly dissapearing, the only trae the Pete was ever there was the gust of wind that followed him. The next thing the Vampire saw was a massive fist smashing into his chin, sending him flying through the ceiling into the the night sky. He launched himself into the air after the Vampire, clasping his hands together, bring them down like a hammer upon his assailant, who fell onto the damaged roof like a brick. Dropping down through the hole in the roof he followed Jarrod into the room.
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Post by Pete on Oct 8, 2007 13:53:45 GMT -5
((Arai says i may have godmoded there, if you guys want me to change it i will))
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 8, 2007 22:08:20 GMT -5
Namir couldn't think, her thoughts froze up as the two men of her life burst through the door with the spattered scent of battle about them. The one remaining vampire, the head of the coven, was lurking in the dark, unknown and hidden to her rescuers. She could see the light in Jarrod's eyes as he found her, and the anger of a fight fading out of Pete as he followed shortly behind him. Her eyes were pained as she looked up at them from her captive state, she couldn't talk to warn them, or project, she was screaming on the inside at them to run. She instead kneeled there wide eyed her chains weighing her down, frozen, her heart throwing its self up against her chest with every heart beat. Alminus jumped out of the shadows fast as lightnening, his lips drawn back over his teeth showing his fangs, a loud hiss erupting from him. He ran at Jarrod, the light flashing to show his pale skin contrasting against his red eyes that she could feel the hatred boiling behind them, the ferocity stinging her skin like a red hot poker. She could finally move and think "JARROD!!" she wailed, her heart jumped and lept forward for him and dropped at the possibilities that raced through her mind.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 9, 2007 15:30:04 GMT -5
As soon as he met her beautiful eyes, Jarrod knew something was wrong. She stared at him, but there was only fear in her face, no relief. Seconds later he knew why. A hissing vampire suddenly appeared in front of him, hatred glowing from his evil eyes. With barely any time to react, Jarrod turned, ducking his head, so that the vampire bit down on his right shoulder, missing the veins he was seeking for. Jarrod roared as the sharp fangs pierced through his thick white fur, burying themselves in muscle and skin. Bringing his left arm around, he threw a massive punch against the head of the bat beast, ripping him off his shoulder. The vampire hit the wall with a juicy thud, sliding to a crouching position. But he was not dead. He glared at Jarrod, baring his teeth once more. But now his hideous parody of a grin was covered in blood, one fang missing. That fang was inside Jarrod's shoulder, and he could feel it scraping bone. But for now he ignored it, throwing himself at the vampire.
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