Link to previous thread, for your convenience.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75221-the-blood-compact/ic?page=14#post-2579970

Mithias found a stationary RV some distance down the road. The scent in the air was the same as that back in at the castle. This was the guy. The vampire approached casually, walking, under cover of night, until he could hear the sounds of arguing inside. The lights were on, but the engine wasn't running.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get this channel, this is a private United States Marine channel... I swear if you are following me I will wait and I will kill you once you catch up."

That was surprising. There was no way the human could have known Mithias was there. The vampire listened further, finally realizing Hank was on the radio. Mithias sighed. He didn't have time to wait for morning, especially if the human was able to communicate with the outside world. He reached a hand outward, and the back half of the RV began to heat up considerably. Soon, something would catch fire. Hank would be forced to come out.

The ancient lady grew tired of the petulant squabbling of the old bloods around her. She did not traverse the seas on a hideous metal bird vehicle to sit through this mess of a so-called 'council'. Gabriel's monologues were nothing short of infuriating, if he was so negative he was better off dead to her, and Bedivere was suspiciously quiet. If this flock needed a leader, she would step up as the force to organize them. In a grand gesture she pressed her hands upon the stone table before her and stood up.

"Enough!" The thunderous word was enough to silence the room and once again focus all remaining eyes on her. It was her turn for a monologue. "I know most of you don't approve of my ways, but learn you this: I stand for the prosperity of vampire-kind. I traveled all this way to offer my help in this war, but it appears that you all need more than that. You need a leader? Then follow me, set aside your pitiful racism and see this for what it is. We are immortals, we will live forever if we choose to - I don't know about you, but I want to." she took a moment to survey to room. Gabriel's images had already left.

"Gabriel is miserable with his existence, death would be a mercy to him. If you follow his ideals, if you are as negative about this as him, than you may leave now as well. We have no use for you, you are a disappointment to your kind. When I lead my children of fur and fang over the horizon, and their howls and war cries rival the sounds of thunder itself, you will know whose side you should be on. I urge you all to grow your families, expand your bloodlines and gather followings. Now is the time to train our armies."

"As immortals, we need to reclaim what is ours. The human population has grown too large in our inability to work together against them. They have grown to a point where their numbers and technologies are draining this planet, they are pushing the limits of Earth's carrying capacity. If we are to truly live forever, we must act as the high predators that we are, and defend the planet that we need in order to continue our survival. This isn't simply a war that I am calling for, it is a culling of the human race. They are mere cattle and they shall be treated as such."

"I have said my piece, and know that this battle isn't a matter of if, it is a matter of when. Be sure that you are standing on the right side when it happens. Your fate depends on it." Those were her final words before departing the meeting place herself. She had a prophesied hybrid-creating ritual to get to work on...

The general was releived that hank had picked up his Radio. "Hank, This is General Marcus Fenix of SOLDIER. We hear your good at your current profession of Vampire killing and would like to offer you a contract to help us with a little 'Infestation'"

So it was done.
The churl had left.
There was your answer.

Bedivere smiled.
A grin not too wide.
But of a demon dreaming.

"It appears we have made a descion have we not? It is about time we formally declare a war against humanity and it seems we have a willing leader to rally us. Although for formalities should we begin the democratic process? Or do we skip straight to the politics? Therefore, given light of the circumstances, I hereby adjourn this meeting. Have a Good Evening."

And that was it. All that it took which sent the Vampires into a frenzy as they instantly divided themselves amongst allied lines. Three vampire groups leaving to their own corners of the world while two groups remained, having planned out their stratagems to kill each other from old blood rivalries. Time to cull the weak an dissentious as Bedivere withdrew his umbrella and tapped the length waiting for anyone to challenge him in his own castle.

"Try to keep the ashes to a minimum... There is no cleaning service here."

Mithias. Where did the boy run off to now?

@Kurai Assassin@Wraithblade6
Hank adjusted his radio so he could hear the message. "...SOLDIER?" That would explain a bit how they got the channel. "I suppose I am good at it, But it would depe..." Hank would stop talking at the smell of smoke. "Shit! You want to make contact Contact me later, I got a problem to deal with." Hank ran to the shelf in the middle of the RV, he knew the place was on fire, but it came to fast, it was set. If it was by Human or vampire was still unknown.

Hank grabbed his shotgun from the shelf and some shell, then Hank would grab his old rifle from his time int he Marines, He didn't use it really because it wasn't super effective against vampires with out special ammunition. But if this person was human thy were going to get torn to shreds. Hank had enough time to put on his gas mask and his helmet. He still had his armor on, though it still had the claws of the last vampire sticking out the front of them. he had to run up front to grab the .45 with the four silver bullets in it as well. No idea how powerful this vamp was but what he knew was most vampires hated silver bullets. He was about ready to run out the door when he stopped, He ran back to the shelf and grabbed a photo album. He ran outside with his gear and the album in hands. He gained enough distance so the flames wouldn't hurt him but stay close enough so he could still see.

Then he saw it, The person who set the fire. "You son of a bitch!" Hank grabbed the M16 and started to walk to the figure. "Who do you think you are to burn down my home!? TO come at me?! You fucked with the wrong man Asshole!"

Gas mask, helmet, armor, shotgun, M16, 45, and a photo album. The man was unfairly encumbered as he ran out of the RV and into the field by the roadside. Clouds parted overhead, revealing moonlight over the castle in the backround. Just as Hank laid eyes on him and leveled the muzzle of his weapon, something fast and hard grabbed the gun and ripped it out of his hands. The dark colored weapon disappeared into the weeds as it fell some distance away, much to the human's dismay.

Before Hank could say another word, the figure in the blackness stepped forth. "Silence." Mithias said sharply. Firelight faintly iluminated an armored, cloaked vampire with a wide brimmed hat and long, straight dark hair. He had at least one sword at his side, but it was not drawn. The sounds of leather ripping air made it clear that the vampire operated a whip, and just as that realization was made, a painful and loud crack landed on Hank's left arm, the shock and pain causing him to drop his photo album and shotgun.

Mithias took a few slow steps through the grass as he played the whip around himself before letting it settle like a pet snake on the ground beside him. Golden eyes glanced at the burning van, then back at Hank. "You work for SOLDIER? ..." If SOLDIER had known of the vampire council meeting, then they would have done everything in their power to attack. Instead, only Hank showed up, so it seemed secrecy had at least lasted this long. The smell of dead vampire blood was sickening. There was no doubt Hank was a hunter, a murderer of young vampires. Mithias glared at him angrily. "Since you bear no ID, you are either a vigilante, or a coward." He stirred the whip again threateningly. The sounds of it cutting through the air was enough to make a mortal flinch. "You come at a very bad time, slayer. If you want to live, then you will answer my questions. Try to run and I will kill you. Now tell me, what do you know, and what have you told SOLDIER?"

@Wraithblade6
Hank looked at the vampire, he then smiled and put on his gas mask. "You want to know what I told SOLDIER? It's a simple answer really, They know where we are right now, and they know how to find me." He would smile. "The rest of us humans? people in several divisions know where we are, Marines, air force, Navy, even a private company. But the only one you need to worry about is me." Hank drew his revolver and lasted the silver bullet into Mithiases shoulder. Hank was aiming for his head but it's been a long time since he used a pistol, and he was never really trained with one. He ran for cover behind the remains of the RV. "Two vamps...Great."

Adversity wasn't exactly unexpected. Like animals, humans were generally predictable. It was the rare individual who questioned that could ever draw an immortal's interest. Fortunately, hatred and vengeance no longer drove Mithias. As he watched Hank even begin the motion of drawing his pistols, Mithias was already moving. Faster than the untrained human could take aim, the shadow of blackness was impossible to shoot. The darkness of night, the delay in his nightvision goggles' processing, and the burden of the obscuring helmet took their toll, and Hank missed.

Certainly fear was unavoidable as Hank lost track of his enemy and ran for the cover of the burning vehicle. A blaze in the night, the RV was a beacon to anyone in the vicinity. The low rumble of flames was all that comforted the panicked human, and for the moment, not knowing where the enemy was was no comfort at all.

Mithias hung back near the trees, making up his mind about the unfortunate creature before him. Although he couldn't read minds, he was certain Hank was bluffing. He knew nothing of the meeting, nor that every most-wanted vampire lord was within ten yard of one another only a half a mile away. Chances were one of them would kill him on their way out tonight. Perhaps his loss would spare a small number of future fledglings. Mithias no longer had any reason to be merciful, and what better reason did he have to satisfy his own thirst on this human as compared to any other?

Something moved fast through the grass just yards away from Hank.

Hank saw the motion near him, His reactions were fast for a human, for a vampire they were slow. He had enough time to draw his machete and move to the side avoiding a direct attach on him.

"I have to ask ya something! How Many have you killed?" Hank kept moving making himself a harder target to hit, His speed was too slow but if the RV was still working enough he may may it out of this alive.

Having seen Hank slash wildly, albeit with good reflexes, in response to the rock Mithias had chucked into the grass, Mithias figured the man was probably out of ammo. Poor soul.

"Why do you even ask?" A smooth and deadly voice on the wind. It seemed to be coming from...

The end of the vampire's whip flew out and lashed itself around Hank's neck from behind. Mithias pulled, causing Hank to stagger backward, but not hard enough to topple him off his feet. Mithias bound up the slack as he swiftly moved in and grabbed Hank, the leather cord tight around the human's neck. Easily, Mithias pulled off Hank's headgear, and let him face the fire with uncovered eyes. Mithias was behind him, holding him. The vampire was far stronger, even with that small cross around his neck, and Hank could only struggle, breathing so long as Mithias allowed it.

Bloodthirst whispering in his hear, his eyes taking on a red glow, Mithias let the man speak. These were going to be his last words.

Hank was smiling under his mask, He grabbed his revolver from its holster and pressed it to the vampires chin. "Their are a few ways this can turn out, One, I plant a silver bullet into your head, two, you leave, and never come back, or three we kill each other." Hank was low on options, even if the vampire did leave he couldn't do much to ensure he would stay gone. He still had the explosives in his bag, but getting those out may take time he doesn't have. "So what's it going to be buddy?"

Llusia looked at the human "quite the big claims for someone such as your kind...however you do interest me" she hummed for a moment thinkings. "I do not care for power, I simply want to play a game of fun, it would seem many do not care of my existence and the ones that do, I think will join the fun."

she walked closer to Martin and extended her hand "Give me your word you aren't bending me over and I'm in, games is what I like, not sides."

she smiled a devils grin waiting for the mans word to be given before asking what this key was.

Martin accepted her hand with a smile.
"As much fun as that sounds, my intentions are true to my word."
He either gallantly or jokingly kissed her hand.
"Which you have, my lady. Now let's go trade a golden apple for a key."
He led her to his car. With a flick of his phone the trunk popped open, revealing a large package wrapped in mail paper and a bag of clothes.
"It's a good thing the slayer didn't jack my car, this stuff don't mix well with fire."
He quickly ditched the servants jacket and replaced it with a white velvet coat.
Tearing the paper off the package it revealed 3 reinforced lock-boxes, two the size of a small head, one long enough to fit a sword.
With another flick and beep one of the small packages opened up and revealed just that, a handgun.
Seemingly bee of plastics and with two containers on top the double barrelled pistol looked suspiciously like a super soaker.
Though clearly some modifications had been made. Martin took the gun and casually shoved it in his coat pocket.
"Backup plan. Hopefully won't be needing that."
He carefully grabbed the other two lock-boxes and closed the trunk of the car.
"I'm ready. If you would escort me in so I may present the stone?"

Llusia smiled, grabbing Martins arm "Now while I am now use to my form of travel, you will not be, once we start the travel if you venture from the path I'll make you will be lost and die in the world of mine. You will see things that would bring some elders shiver, so no matter how much the whisper and voices call you, do not heed their calls" she smiled as her body began to form the wavy shadow like cloak around her and then started to extends itself over top of Martin.

"Or don't listen to me, it would bring me entertainment to watch you fight the monsters in the shadows" she laughed and then they suddenly sunk into the ground, traveling at speeds Martin would not be able himself, through the woods and back towards the castle, voices from Martins past would scream at him for help or simply cal his name as they quickly started to scale the walls of the castle and started their descent back to the grounds. She stopped suddenly and pulled them out of the shadow as something seemed to be waiting for her in front of them. She quickly disapted the shadows around them and she shaked slightly "it will simply be walking from here...it seems someone has come back from the dead that should have never been able to...anyway on wa-"

A vampire stood in front of the door way seemingly trying to leave but froze in front of Llusia and Martin "Lady Llusia what are you doing with a human, what is the mea-!" a shadow like arm grabbed him from the ground and pulled him towards Llusia, she formed a twisted sword of sorts and impaled the vampire. Before he could let out a scream, she slashed upward and cut the vampire in half. Opening her hand the remains were engulfed in shadows and quickly sunk into the ground.

"Let us go before another shows up, shall we?" She started off towards the door the vampire left open for them.

The moment Llusia mentioned her 'form of travel' alarm bells rung inside Martin's head.
His mind firing on all cylinders to try and predict what she meant by that. What dazzling and amazing vampire power this oldblood could hold.
When shadows started to creep up and they started to move Martin concluded it was some sort of shadow teleportation trick. Was she bending space time? Was it an illusion? Where they travelling through a shadow plane?
Hell yes, Martin was exited.
"Bring it!"
With a sudden jolt they soared through the landscape, between the trees passing by and their shadows he saw images and heard sounds.
Some of them he recognised, some he didn't. Two vampires kept showing up in these visions. Martin felt a dire urge to investigate, to find out why these vampires were important, and how they got in his past. He only just met them.
But Martin persevered and didn't let go of Llusia's hand until, moments later, they stood before the entrance of the debate hall again.

Martin mentally prepared himself to talk to a large group of tyrannical monsters at the same time.
Meanwhile Llusia happened to display a good example of what happened when you failed to be interesting at times like this.
Everything was going according to plan, he'd be ok. He had an entry so he had a chance to place himself in the light of interesting. He had a good trade, it was a good thing his organisations tactics in these situations was to just grossly overpay. And most of all, because talking to these oldbloods was going to be interesting.
"After you my lady."

@Remipa Awesome
Soft laughter was the response to Hank's list of options. Even though there was a gun to his chin, Mithias knew he was fully in control. He held Hank tightly in front of him, tightening his grip on the cord around Hank's neck and speaking only centimeters away from his neck. "You're a good fighter, if you could manage to get a gun to my head from this position, but don't you dare to pretend to show me mercy. The only reason you haven't already pulled that trigger is because you're out of bullets. I knew it when you didn't shoot at the rock I threw, and I know you wouldn't have hesitated if you could have blown my head off by now." He smiled sadistically as Hank struggled. "You're a cold hearted killer, and you don't even need to feed. Humans like you disgust me. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

A righteous anger filled Mithias, something he had felt many times before, but this time, he gave in to it. It wasn't that Hank deserved it, really, it was just the culmination of pent up wrath. It was time Mithais embraced his nature and accepted the truth of what he was. Options he had never allowed himself to consider now flooded his mind, begging him to release his moral restraints, and he eagerly agreed. With impossible speed, he grabbed Hank's hand and tore it away from pointing the gun at his head. With cruelty, he broke Hank's wrist, letting the man cry out in pain and grinning at the sound. Releasing the whip around his neck, Mithias punched Hank in the ribs and then unceremoniously threw him several yards away from the burning RV. The machete went flying out of sight. Even as Hank tried to get up, the vengeful vampire was already upon him. "My humanity died at the hands of the Purge. Never again will I allow my kind to be trampled, slaughtered, and controlled by the likes of YOU!" Mithias beat the wind out of Hank, backhanding him across the face while he staggered helpless and punching him in the gut to double him over. It was easy. Hank was only human.

With Hank on the ground, Mithias paced a few times. He had never done anything like this before, not to a human, and it shocked even him. He had to stop himself, just for a moment, debating on the intensity of his ire and its direction. If he didn't take pause, he could easily have killed Hank on accident. A desirous thought crossed the vampire's mind, something he had secretly been wanting for a long time. Was this human the one? Mithias didn't even now the mortal's name. He had never thought it would be like this, but of course, how could it have been any other way? Mithias walked up to his cowering, disoriented victim and grabbed the front of his jacket/armor. "Look at me." He demanded, and picked up Hank with both arms until his feet helplessly dangled above the ground. "I will teach you... I will turn you into something you'd rather not be, and I'm not giving you the priviledge of choice. You will remember this day, for eternity."

Struggle as he could, there was no stopping those white fangs from sinking into Hank's neck.

Lady Mo took some time to wander the cavernous halls of Bedivere's castle. She was observing a piece of art that hung from worn twine, it was very old, therefore she appreciated it. Footsteps echoed down the hall, they weren't quiet, no, they were proud and calculated. She didn't even have to look at him to know who it was. "Lord Bedivere," she began with her back still facing him, arms crossed daintily behind herself. Mohowauuck turn on her bare heal looked him over. "Where do you stand in these matters? I do hope it is beside me. If not, well, things are bound to get a little eventful within these old stone walls" Just then gunfire rang in the distance, far away, but not so far that an ancient vampire could place the sound. "Perhaps things are already getting eventful." she said with a smug grin.

"Oh they are..." A mortal voice came from around the corner.
Martin confidently and fearlessly approached the two old bloods.
It was obvious why, by the oldest creature walking next to him and eyeing him with interest.
"But don't worry about the gunfire, that would be your friend Varromere feeding."
He held up the two metal lock boxes.
"The eventful things are in here. If you would follow me to the debate hall? I have a proposition you will want to hear."
Martin's brashness and directness were chosen on purpose, meant to intrigue.
He didn't wait for them to follow, he knew they would.

"Actually M'Lady, I stand behind you, rather than beside you. As rather not to get your way, but allow myself to provide you support if necessary..." Bedivere smiled, a politically elusive answer. It also did refer to his physical location behind her moments ago. "They required a leader, and so it has seemed one has risen amongst them." Chuckling to the sound of gunfire the old knight twirled his umbrella in his hands. But now a human appeared between them, "You would dare Approach Us as a Mortal? Out my sight Knave your very presence is an insult to me, Out before I hunt you down like the dog you are... How foolish of you to come here in my own domain, to believe you had infiltrated this castle?"

Bedivere gave Martin a dirty look, his eyes burning in fury as the raged against the mortal who so filled the air with his filth. "Your stench offends me, Let us see which is faster your tongue, or my blade..."