Into the Darkness (Vampire)

[corey]

Corey walked down the numerous alleyways. She didn’t know why she was coming down here again. Well, she did know, she didn’t know why the heck she was doing it. As she walked by a large warehouse she stopped. She looked around for any distinguishing feature. The man had said that his warehouse was close to the water and would have a broken sign with a boars head on it. She guessed it was an old, abandon, underground club. Right now it was being use for something much worse.
She finally spotted the sign a ways down the alley. As she walked her cane clicked on the pavement. When she reached the door she paused. She still didn’t know why she was doing this. She raised her hand and knocked on the metal door. She could hear the sound reverberate along the inside of the building. She waited and was about to walk away when the door opened a crack. She saw the guy from the street step out.
“Hello Corey. I’m so glad you could make it,” he said looking around, “come in.” As she limped into the room he closed the door. She didn’t worry about, at least not yet. “I hope you are ready for a experience that is once in a lifetime. You can sit here and I will be back in a second.” He turned and went out a door on the far side of the building.
Corey sat down in the chair and waited. She needed to rest her leg anyway. She really hoped she was getting what she was paying for. It took her months to steal all the money she had for this. After about 10 minutes of waiting she was getting bored. She stood up and started limping towards the door that the man had went through. When she opened the door she saw it went outside. She looked around and saw no one in sight.
“Why would he leave me here unless…..” she said out loud, “he was leaving me here for somebody.” She started to out of the warehouse as fast as she could when she felt hands grab her and cover her mouth. She tried to fight but whoever it was was very strong. ‘OH my god. I’m going to die she thought.’

[`Cynthia Gage]

"Ten bucks, and she's all yours."

"Chump change," Cynthia told the man, slipping him a single bill as they entered the warehouse together. This was a fairly popular business that the man kept up--he'd lure young naive street rats here to feed the vampires of Los Angeles for a small fee. He kept a good name with the vampires and made a buck at the same time. Easy.

"She'll be comin' in through that door," He gestured towards the only exit. "She doesn't know what to expect, I just told her it was gonna be huge."

"She paid you cash for something she doesn't know anything about?" Cynthia asked, amused. Sometimes, humans really were stupid.

"Yep. Now, she'll probably sit in this chair, conveniently placed of course," He winked. Cynthia rolled her eyes and gestured for him to get on with it. "And then I'll leave. Once I'm gone, you can do whatever you want. I don't wanna stick around to see the gory details."

"It's not really a gory exchange, Mr. Bruno," she told him. But he was already moving on, and Cynthia stalked behind him. She had heard about this place and had arranged a meal upon pure curiosity. Ten dollars wasn't much for an arranged kill, after all.

"Now," He continued, hand on the doorknob. "there's rules. One, you can't change 'em into one-a you. First person they'd come after is me, for setting 'em up."

"Won't be a problem." Cynthia nodded, being very set in her personal rule to never turn her meals into companions.

"Next, you gotta dispose of the body yourself. I ain't no bus boy. Dump it in the river, that's what most of the others do."

"I'll figure something out."

And then, he left to go get the girl.

Waiting in the shadows, Cynthia couldn't help but grin to herself when he brought in a young girl, who didn't even look twenty yet. He sat her down, as promised, and left. Now it was just the two of them; little did the girl know what was in store for her. What she'd paid money for.

Cynthia waited for her to get nervous; after all, the kill was nothing without the fear. The fear was like salt on pork. Delicious.

She got up, headed towards the door, and Cynthia was on her in an instant, hand over her mouth as she struggled to get free. "You're not going anyway, sweetie," she simpered into her ear. "The show's only begun!"

She spun Corey around so that she could see her true demonic face, which had surfaced over the excitement of a fresh meal. Horrible and completely unfriendly, unlike her human face, she bared her teeth so that she could see what she truly was. It was no fun for them to die confused, after all. Well, sometimes it was..

Cynthia threw the girl to the ground and walked slowly over. There was no need to rush this--she was incapable of outrunning or even outsmarting her. Mr. Bruno was careful to keep this warehouse wood or crucifix-free, even if she did know how to kill a vampire. He was a very good business man, Cynthia had to admit. He knew how to pick them, too.

"This isn't such a bad ending, if you think about it." Cynthia said conversationally as she stood over the girl on the floor. "You're just helping the food chain along. A cog in something bigger than yourself."

[corey]

Corey kept her hand on her wooden, though it looked like metal, cane. She couldn’t drop it. It was the only thing she could possibly use to get way. With her free hand she started pulling at the hand that as over her mouth. It was cold. Ice cold. ‘What the heck?’ she thought to herself. She had to get away. Her eyes went quickly around the warehouse, looking for a place to hide once she got away. She was used to finding and fitting into small places.
She panicked as she felt herself turn to face her captor and looked into demonic eyes. She also noticed it was a woman. From the strength she would have expected it to be a man. Her own eyes went wide. She’d heard of demons, witches, ghosts, vampires, and all the other creatures that went bump in the night. She never thought they were real.
She then felt the hand come off of her mouth as she flew across the room and landed hard on the floor. When she landed she felt the cane come out of her hand. She turned to see it a couple of feet away from her. She turned quickly to see that that the women was approaching her, slowly like a predator. She turned back to her cane and reached for it. It was too far out. She turned over as best as she could and started to army crawl over to it. When she was close enough she reached her hands out and just snagged it. She pulled it into herself and turned over to face Cynthia. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.
“Get away from me,” she said. She hoped the panic wasn’t evident in her voice. She moved herself into a sitting position. She reached into her shirt and fingered the cross necklace that her friend, Amanda had given her before she ran away. She started praying, saying if she could get out of here she would try to find work and stop pick pocketing. As she pulled her hand out, she brought the necklace along with it.
Corey put her cane upright so she could use it as leverage as she stood up. She had a better chance, she felt, of fighting the woman off if she was standing. After a few stressful second she was standing. She put most of her weight on her bad leg so she could stand and fight. She held the cane in front of her like a sword, ready to fend off the persons attack, hopefully.
“What the heck are you?” she asked. “What the heck do you want with me? I haven’t done anything to you.” She moved her hair out of her face, revealing her crucifix necklace. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

[`Cynthia Gage]

Mr. Bruno was going to pay for this.

Not only did the girl have a potential weapon on her person (the cane), but she had also unsheathed a crucifix from beneath her shirt. These weren't going to be much of a barrier for Cynthia of course, but she had been assured that religious items and weapons were to be left at the door. He would surely pay for this.

"What are you going to do with that?" Cynthia simpered as her face shifted back into it's human form, eying the cane that Corey held up in defense. "Whack me with it? But however will you walk without it?" As she spoke, Cynthia inched slowly forward, smirking all the time. She also kept her eye on the crucifix and couldn't help but smirk wider. Sure it would burn her skin if it touched her--but it was tiny. There wasn't much damage to be done with it, only to delay the inevitable. Cynthia could handle a moment's burn for how long it would take her to yank the chain off.

"Praying won't help you," She said, nodding at it. "You can promise your lord anything, anything to keep from dying. You'll do better. You won't cheat. You'll stop lying. But He won't hear you. Granted," She said dismissively, "It's not because He is rude or anything. Hell, he didn't hear my begging before I died, and I was a damn good person back then. You see, little girl," She stepped forward swiftly now, probably taking the girl by surprise, and snatched the outstretched cane from her grasp. She was undoubtedly stronger and faster than Corey, so it wasn't much of an achievement. Just another way to break her down before she eats her.

"God doesn't exist." She finished her thought, her face becoming demonic again, leaning on the cane in nonchalance. Of course, Cynthia knew for a fact that Gods did exist--just not in the way that humans chose to believe. There were Gods, thousands of them, in thousands of different dimensions--and this little human was just a pinprick when you really thought about the grand scheme of things. Either way, no God was so powerful that he or she could listen to a world of human thoughts and then grant their wishes. Humans were so naive.

"You are putting up more of a fight than I expected," She noted aloud. "I like a fight, it makes you taste better. But to be honest, I'm in a hurry. So can we wrap this up already? I hate to be rude, but death is your only option at this juncture. You can thank your God for that."

Cynthia grinned toothily, her fangs very visible in the darkness of the warehouse. This was it. Chow time. Even if she was eating homeless garbage, blood was blood. Cynthia tossed the cane across the room, hearing it slam against the door with a loud clatter, and she crouched a little, ready to strike, when the door behind her banged open.

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OOC: Anyone can jump in here! Corey can also make room for a new post too, if you please. :]

[Fae Do'Urden]

"Lazy."

Fae had been having one of those days..well.. one of those nights was more like it. Most of the time she loved being what she was. In her eyes, vampires were logically superior, they had the strength, the speed, the pointy teeth (why had humans lost those anyways? strange evolutionary quirk) and the best part of it all, immortality.

When she had been 'alive' Fae had always scoffed at the idea of living forever. It would make you take for granted what you'd been given, make you waste away your life (even if it was a continuous one). No, when she was alive, Fae was a 'live in the moment' type of girl, her lifestyle was rough and fast and invigorating and she enjoyed every minute of it and never wanted it to change.

None of it did when she became a vampire. Instead of losing the will or reason to go on living, Fae found endlessly more. See, entertainment seemed to pop up all over the place when you didn't have a soul to tell you it was wrong.

But, there was the odd night or two where it got boring. All of the feeding and the scaring and the 'being evil' could get monotonous every once in a while and always put Fae in one of her moods.

The cure, Fae found, was to do something a little out of the ordinary. Such as bugging the hell out of one of her fellow undead.

And that was why she found herself where she was. In some dingy, dank old warehouse, watching another vamp taunting some crippled chick. Normally Fae would find this great entertainment and might even join in on the fun, but tonight was a night to do something different.

Besides, seems she'd actually payed for her meal. Who did that?

"Seriously, what's the matter with you eh? Ya got all this super strength and stealth and you pay for your dinner? I'm ashamed on behalf of our species."

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ooc. soo..done with school for the time being so i actually the mental power to make a post or 2

[Asmaa Darzi]

Asmaa once again found herself scanning the alleyways for 'junk food', as she so declared it. Normally she considered it beneath her to check these places for food. But if someone was lazy it was a quick meal that wouldn't end up on the 6 o'clock news (so long as one didn't make a scene).

Her paperthin flats made almost no noise on the oily alleyway as she came up to what she could only assume was a warehouse. The vibrations told her it was a large hollow building with seemingly no windows and very few doors. When she got closer her suspicions were confirmed: na'am, a warehouse.

It wasn't uncommon that dirty dealings were done in these sorts of places. And from the sounds coming from the inside she could tell that someone was probably going to die in there.

It sounded as though it was Cynthia and another woman arguing over Cynthia's taste for theatrics. So what if the girl wanted dinner and a show? That was her perrogative, and none of Asmaa's or the other girl's business. Besides, at the rate they were arguing the girl was going to get away.

The girl, Asmaa knew that voice, and that cane.(The way the girl clacked it around was almost deafening.) It was the ungrateful little urchin she taught a lesson to a while back. Well, this time Asmaa was going to lend a helping hand to her 'friends'. There was a steel pole lying in the dumpster around the corner. She quickly fetched it and jammed the door shut with it. A vampire would have no problem getting past it. A human however...

[The Cleaner]

The Cleaner had received an "anonymous" call for a clean up in a city warehouse. Now, all the calls were anonymous, but being there were only a few hundred vampires in the greater Los Angeles area, she could pretty much tell who was calling. At least with her regulars. But the woman who called it in wasn't one of her regulars. Which intrigued her.

By the time she got there all the vamps were long gone. Promptness was The Cleaner's specialty. She always--and she meant always-- showed up after the vamps left their little messes but long before any humans could come by and get their meat wagons and police involved.

A crow bar had been left jammed over one of the doors. Cute she thought as she reached out and crinkled it in the palm of her hand, that's not going to draw any attention at all. She appreciated the thought that someone was trying to make her job easy by preventing any lingering humans from getting out, but about ninety-percent of the time when they tried to help, it just made her job harder.

She handed the crumpled metal to one of her new assistants. 50 years or so ago she'd decided to take a few apprentices, make it a cleaning crew. It could give some aimless wanderers a purpose, at least for a few decades. While teaching them how delicate the balance of secrecy our world really has.

She opened the door to see a fairly easy clean up. There was only one victim, and very little blood loss. Not that it's ever really a problem. Just a few drops here and there from the initial wound. Nevertheless they had to be thorough. Couldn't afford to let even a carpet fiber or dirt from someone's shoe left behind these days. What with the way the humans and their science were progressing.

She waved her left hand, and two girls dressed in leather catsuits immediately began torching the chair the girl was slumped over on. While she and her newest assistant began pouring bleach onto any and every surface where she could smell vamp. Newbies didn't get to play with flamethrowers-- or any of the"cool" toys-- until they proved themselves mature enough. She'd learned that the hard way, one clean up became two that day.

Whomever called this is was clearly one of the richer, lazier vamps. Most vampires were pretty good about disposing their own bodies and wiping their own prints. This must have been something personal, or out of boredom. The Cleaner mostly got calls about rogue's gone wrong, or vamp body clean ups. Human clean ups were going out of style, save for the occaisional hunter. Vampires that were lucky enough to get away didn't bother to try to touch the body, or any of their seemingly "harmless" weapons.

"Full blast for the body ladies." She reminded the flamethrowers.

After the body was burnt up, and all the surfaces had been bleached and wiped and removed of any evidence. The Cleaner began to spray a special chemical into the air that she'd created. It removed the smell of vamp, and burnt human flesh. A neutralizer if you will. She would sell it if it wouldn't attract too much attention to her.

Her new cell phone began ringing. She couldn't wait until these things shrunk. She pulled out her phone and said, "Location?" She listened as a familiar voice gave her the details for where her next job of the night would be.

She pressed the end button. And turned to her team. They were three very beautiful, very deadly women. "Pack it up," she said with authority, 'We've got another job across town." And before she could finish her sentence, her crew had already swiftly and silently put all of the cleaning tools into the van and were taking their seats.

"Gotta love this job." She mumbled to herself as she got into the driver's seat and took off to her next location.