"Yes, we'd hate for your....daughter to get hurt." Alice mumbled more to herself than anything.
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Bouwe sat in his chair with another glass of wine. Victory was sweet, but this was just the beginning.
Now to save the world and set things right.
He took the brand new samsung from his nightstand, opened his contact list and picked the first one.
A name he'd been waiting to call for a while.
The phone rang once... twice... "Hello?" he heard a womans voice say.
"Hello again, Angela. Remember me? It's Bouwe, we did an interview about modern vampire life last year. I have something else for you, do you still live near Kilo Point?"
Now to save the world and set things right.
He took the brand new samsung from his nightstand, opened his contact list and picked the first one.
A name he'd been waiting to call for a while.
The phone rang once... twice... "Hello?" he heard a womans voice say.
"Hello again, Angela. Remember me? It's Bouwe, we did an interview about modern vampire life last year. I have something else for you, do you still live near Kilo Point?"
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Angela pick up the phone in her living room where she had left it. It took her a moment, but she remembered the local vampire she had interviewed last year. "Bouwe? Oh yes. That interview was played on NPR for a while. Well, I have some time next week if you want to schedule a meeting. What is it about this time?"
"I did it. I changed the fate of the world and you're the first person I tell." He grinned while he swayed the wine in his glass playfully
The voice on the other side seemed strained, as if torn somewhere between tears and laughter. Angela was used to talking with people in times of stress and grew concerned. "You did? Did what? I'm sorry. Are you talking about... You couldn't be saying you actually changed someone back. Are you?"
Last year, Bouwe had mentioned to her privately that he thought there was a way for a vampire to become human again. It was interesting, but far fetched. Angela agreed it was a wonderful idea, but certainly didn't believe him.
"My skin is warm."
A silence followed on the line.
"I'm coming over."
"Do you know the large new office building in the buisness district? I'm squatting on the top floor. I'll show you the formula, there's much we need to discus."
"Alright. Just text me your room number and I will be there in 45 minutes. Bouwe... please tell me you didn't make yourself sick." Angela was seriously worried that the vampire had done something suicidal, but she was curious as all hell that he might have accomplished what he claimed.
"I am as human as you this time." Bouwe said before hanging up the phone.
Angela grabbed her purse and took off. Not long after, she arrived at the Bouwe's home with a solid knock. "Bouwe? ... Are you there? It's Angela." She leaned forward to peer awkwardly through the door's single peep-hole. Of course she saw nothing, as she was looking through it in the wrong direction.
"I did it. I changed the fate of the world and you're the first person I tell." He grinned while he swayed the wine in his glass playfully
The voice on the other side seemed strained, as if torn somewhere between tears and laughter. Angela was used to talking with people in times of stress and grew concerned. "You did? Did what? I'm sorry. Are you talking about... You couldn't be saying you actually changed someone back. Are you?"
Last year, Bouwe had mentioned to her privately that he thought there was a way for a vampire to become human again. It was interesting, but far fetched. Angela agreed it was a wonderful idea, but certainly didn't believe him.
"My skin is warm."
A silence followed on the line.
"I'm coming over."
"Do you know the large new office building in the buisness district? I'm squatting on the top floor. I'll show you the formula, there's much we need to discus."
"Alright. Just text me your room number and I will be there in 45 minutes. Bouwe... please tell me you didn't make yourself sick." Angela was seriously worried that the vampire had done something suicidal, but she was curious as all hell that he might have accomplished what he claimed.
"I am as human as you this time." Bouwe said before hanging up the phone.
Angela grabbed her purse and took off. Not long after, she arrived at the Bouwe's home with a solid knock. "Bouwe? ... Are you there? It's Angela." She leaned forward to peer awkwardly through the door's single peep-hole. Of course she saw nothing, as she was looking through it in the wrong direction.
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Johnathan was simple and cold, as he observed his surroundings. Instantly, he registered any aspects of the environment that could be of use to him in a fight, and made careful note of the way the doors had been opened. He'd not lived this long with so many enemies by being lax, and there was no such thing as catching the warrior vampire off guard.
The area behind the great doors that had formed his first obstacle in coming here stood in stark contrast to the caves he had come from. They were dimly but effectively lit by lights on the cieling, a comfortable light level for vampires. Uneven and natural caves had been replaced by straight, chiseled corridors plated with iron, regular reinforced collumns helping to hold up the weight of the earth above. The first chamber had been outfitted with several defensive structures, including a couple of chest-high walls for cover and a camera, seen spying from the corner. Several corridors branched out from this central area, and Johnathan's advanced senses could pick up a large amount of vampires moving within this vast structure, giving him an idea of just how large this place was. Correlating what he could now observe in his mind with what he had already researched before coming here, he came to the conclusion that this building was 7-8 floors deep, and contained an average of 5 rooms per floor. If he were to attempt to kill Magnus right now, who's guard was down, he figured it would take at least 10 minutes for a vampire to walk out and find the corpse. Depending on the integrity of the command structure, it might take hours after to form a party to hunt down the killer, although in Magnus' case, he estimated it at 30 min. There would be some commotion over the death, but Magnus was a structured man, and would have appointed a second-on-command. The camera feeds would be an issue if he wished to remain clandestine, but he had no such intentions.
Having completeld his analysis of the situation, as well as the combat capability of all potential opponents in the area, Johnathan turned to Magnus after only a moment or two of awkward silence. When he spoke, his tone was cold and practical, but there was no hostility in it. Magnus knew from experience that Johnathan rarely broke his cold and stern practicality, and when he did, it was usually during a good fight. "I'm here for three reasons, Magnus. The first directly involves you, the second might involve you if you live past today." Johnathan walked in, swiftly turnign to stand in the middle of the room, with his back turned towards the wall. He'd instantly see and be able to react to anyone entering the room from any direction. Again, it was not out of any particular hostility that he did this, nor did he expect Magnus' forces to attack him, but Johnathan was a very practical fellow, who was always prepared for anything. After all, this would not be the first time he was attacked when he least expected it.
"Magnus, you are about to go to war with the humans, and the war you initiate will expand in ways even you are not at this point aware." Not giving Magnus any chance to interrupt his speech, Johnathan briskly continued. "The attack on Kilo Point you are planning has been anticipated, and SOLDIER has focused it's attentions there. The oldbloods and elites are gathering here, and whenever they do, it ends in bloodshed. This place will be the battleground for a showdown which will quite possibly prove to be the end of either you, or SOLDIER." A new tone crept into Johnathan's voice as he continued. It was not fear, revulsion, or awe, as were the tones that were usually used for this particular subject. Rather, it was a kind of tight, contained excitement. "Furthermore, the First, Gabriel, is coming to Kilo Point. Whatever his reasons might be, he might actually interfere this time. And when he gets involved, it'll be a true slaughter. This is a battle you don't want to lose."
The area behind the great doors that had formed his first obstacle in coming here stood in stark contrast to the caves he had come from. They were dimly but effectively lit by lights on the cieling, a comfortable light level for vampires. Uneven and natural caves had been replaced by straight, chiseled corridors plated with iron, regular reinforced collumns helping to hold up the weight of the earth above. The first chamber had been outfitted with several defensive structures, including a couple of chest-high walls for cover and a camera, seen spying from the corner. Several corridors branched out from this central area, and Johnathan's advanced senses could pick up a large amount of vampires moving within this vast structure, giving him an idea of just how large this place was. Correlating what he could now observe in his mind with what he had already researched before coming here, he came to the conclusion that this building was 7-8 floors deep, and contained an average of 5 rooms per floor. If he were to attempt to kill Magnus right now, who's guard was down, he figured it would take at least 10 minutes for a vampire to walk out and find the corpse. Depending on the integrity of the command structure, it might take hours after to form a party to hunt down the killer, although in Magnus' case, he estimated it at 30 min. There would be some commotion over the death, but Magnus was a structured man, and would have appointed a second-on-command. The camera feeds would be an issue if he wished to remain clandestine, but he had no such intentions.
Having completeld his analysis of the situation, as well as the combat capability of all potential opponents in the area, Johnathan turned to Magnus after only a moment or two of awkward silence. When he spoke, his tone was cold and practical, but there was no hostility in it. Magnus knew from experience that Johnathan rarely broke his cold and stern practicality, and when he did, it was usually during a good fight. "I'm here for three reasons, Magnus. The first directly involves you, the second might involve you if you live past today." Johnathan walked in, swiftly turnign to stand in the middle of the room, with his back turned towards the wall. He'd instantly see and be able to react to anyone entering the room from any direction. Again, it was not out of any particular hostility that he did this, nor did he expect Magnus' forces to attack him, but Johnathan was a very practical fellow, who was always prepared for anything. After all, this would not be the first time he was attacked when he least expected it.
"Magnus, you are about to go to war with the humans, and the war you initiate will expand in ways even you are not at this point aware." Not giving Magnus any chance to interrupt his speech, Johnathan briskly continued. "The attack on Kilo Point you are planning has been anticipated, and SOLDIER has focused it's attentions there. The oldbloods and elites are gathering here, and whenever they do, it ends in bloodshed. This place will be the battleground for a showdown which will quite possibly prove to be the end of either you, or SOLDIER." A new tone crept into Johnathan's voice as he continued. It was not fear, revulsion, or awe, as were the tones that were usually used for this particular subject. Rather, it was a kind of tight, contained excitement. "Furthermore, the First, Gabriel, is coming to Kilo Point. Whatever his reasons might be, he might actually interfere this time. And when he gets involved, it'll be a true slaughter. This is a battle you don't want to lose."
The door swung open Angela almost fell over inside. But Bouwe stood in front of her and caught her by the arm.
He swiftly placed it on his throat. The stood in silence with her hand wrapped around his neck.
She could feel his rapid heartbeat and warm skin. His heart pumped hot blood trough his veins.
His eyes were a dull gray but there was a spark that hadn't been there before. Or perhaps it had a long time ago.
"I have so much to show you."
Hale was distracted from his talk to Charles.
"Fine, know what? This conversation is over, execute protocol C30 BOB." Hale shoved off Charles and turned his attention to the two oldbloods.
"Executing protocol C30." BOB's electronic voice glamored trough the halls. A line of red lights lit up on the floor, trailing of into a hallway. "Charles. Please follow the red line."
Hale walked a large circle around the two slowly and calculating, he sternly and quickly gestured to the guards to get the fuck out. Then he picked up Alice and placing her in his room. He leaned against the door.
The guards didn't have to get hurt for this so he sent them out. Alice wasn't allowed to so got the armored door with guard dog.
He swiftly placed it on his throat. The stood in silence with her hand wrapped around his neck.
She could feel his rapid heartbeat and warm skin. His heart pumped hot blood trough his veins.
His eyes were a dull gray but there was a spark that hadn't been there before. Or perhaps it had a long time ago.
"I have so much to show you."
Hale was distracted from his talk to Charles.
"Fine, know what? This conversation is over, execute protocol C30 BOB." Hale shoved off Charles and turned his attention to the two oldbloods.
"Executing protocol C30." BOB's electronic voice glamored trough the halls. A line of red lights lit up on the floor, trailing of into a hallway. "Charles. Please follow the red line."
Hale walked a large circle around the two slowly and calculating, he sternly and quickly gestured to the guards to get the fuck out. Then he picked up Alice and placing her in his room. He leaned against the door.
The guards didn't have to get hurt for this so he sent them out. Alice wasn't allowed to so got the armored door with guard dog.
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Angela gasped she touched him. he was indeed warm, and seemed very alive. Angela always thought she had a good perception for who was vampire and who was human, and at that moment, Bouwe would have struck her as a human. The lights were dim however, and it was almost entirely impossible for him to have changed back from vampirism. Still, he was a mess and needed help. "Bouwe..." She looked at his eyes, his cheeks, his hair. She touched a hand to his forehead in a motherly fashion. "You're exhausted. You should lie down and rest. i'll get you some water."
"That comes later." Bouwe bounced off to the table and stated to collect some things.
"The core problem in understanding the vampire curse is in it's most favored traits: The gift of immortality.
Because of the undead nature of the afflicted vampire he doesn't die. It denies its body from the ground and steps out of the cycle of life and death.
This phases it's existence in and out of reality. It shouldn't exist. This is purely theoretically and symbolically. A metaphor. But the theory derived from this is that you can realign the mind of the patient with the world and wash him in innocence.."
Bouwe paused to catch a breath.
"The place is why I'm in Kilo Point. A decade ago there was a battle here between humans and vampires. That clash makes this the ideal place for a ritual dedicated to the struggle between life and death. Then there's the elements. The subject needs to be bathed in the 4 elements, each sanctified in a way that holds meaning to the subject, These are personal. In my case I used the note from this bronze whistle for air. Grave dust from another story I'd rather not get into for earth, holy water and the light of the dawning sun for water and fire."
Bouwe stood upright before the window gesturing pouring a bucket over his head.
"And then wash it all of in willingly donated blood... stands for forgiveness."
Bouwe dropped the imaginary bucket.
"I've been piecing this all together for years. And if all this doesn't convince you... I think I might be drunk."
Bouwe looked at the empty wine glass.
"The core problem in understanding the vampire curse is in it's most favored traits: The gift of immortality.
Because of the undead nature of the afflicted vampire he doesn't die. It denies its body from the ground and steps out of the cycle of life and death.
This phases it's existence in and out of reality. It shouldn't exist. This is purely theoretically and symbolically. A metaphor. But the theory derived from this is that you can realign the mind of the patient with the world and wash him in innocence.."
Bouwe paused to catch a breath.
"The place is why I'm in Kilo Point. A decade ago there was a battle here between humans and vampires. That clash makes this the ideal place for a ritual dedicated to the struggle between life and death. Then there's the elements. The subject needs to be bathed in the 4 elements, each sanctified in a way that holds meaning to the subject, These are personal. In my case I used the note from this bronze whistle for air. Grave dust from another story I'd rather not get into for earth, holy water and the light of the dawning sun for water and fire."
Bouwe stood upright before the window gesturing pouring a bucket over his head.
"And then wash it all of in willingly donated blood... stands for forgiveness."
Bouwe dropped the imaginary bucket.
"I've been piecing this all together for years. And if all this doesn't convince you... I think I might be drunk."
Bouwe looked at the empty wine glass.
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Matt stared at the busted syringe injector for a moment before talking "You know, I have no idea. They don't tell me everything. Not really sure why, since vamp blood ain't good for much. Hell, can't even get sick." Matt told him with a laugh. "As for the whole 'defending Kilo Point and illegal weapons' Yea, I got the report on that. Not sure who would be ordering weapons out here...But, yea. Not sure how, or why, but the higher ups are rather sure that a attack will happen soon. Not really sure why they expect that, nothing more than a few vampires have been spotted per the usual." Matt sighed and shrugged "But what ya gunna do, am I right?"
Lightning glared and slapped him in the back of the head "You really need to take shit more seriously Matt. If they were right you would be the first one to die with your whole self assured and care free attitude." She told him. "Sometimes you make me wish I had've left you on that street to get eaten by those vamps Light."He replied with a sigh rubbing the back of his head. "Anywho Varomere, you should make yourself known to the rest of the officers around so they don't try to shoot you when you grab gear from the armory, then proceed to investigate the area per command's orders."
Magnus frowned before talking "Of course it's always something profound and important with you, isn't it Johnathan? No, 'Hi Magnus, how have you been these past few centuries? How was your day? Kill anyone interesting lately?'" He sighed. "Oh well, can't be helped...you've always been like that haven't you? In any case...Of course I knew about the oldbloods and the SOLDIER elites...You didn't think I simply holed up in here for years gutting people did you? Several are coming to aide me...infact one of SOLDIER's own should be arriving shortly, or arrived already. A Elite. According to intel I....acquired...he seems easily controllable and easy to convince. With any luck and if everything goes according to plan he will join me."
He grinned as he looked at him, pointed teeth glistening in the light. "You should join me to you know, with you on my side we could easily crush them. It's imperative that I win this war...if I don't SOLDIER will eventually succeed in wiping out every vampire in America and soon the world. I've seen groups try it before...you yourself did so in the Crusades. The Compact is nothing more than SOLDIER and the governments way of controlling the vampires like helpless sheep, eventually closing in for the kill." He told him. "But of course, it's entirely up to you. Having you join would only ensure victory. Of course...I would have to convince Gabriel to either leave us be or atleast not interfere majorly. That is a task of it's own..."
"You're welcome to stay until you make up your mind, make yourself at home and what not." He said and turned walking down the corridor as the steel door finished closing itself. Johnathan would find that it would open by itself once more just to let him out, but not back in unless he decided to join Magnus.
Lightning glared and slapped him in the back of the head "You really need to take shit more seriously Matt. If they were right you would be the first one to die with your whole self assured and care free attitude." She told him. "Sometimes you make me wish I had've left you on that street to get eaten by those vamps Light."He replied with a sigh rubbing the back of his head. "Anywho Varomere, you should make yourself known to the rest of the officers around so they don't try to shoot you when you grab gear from the armory, then proceed to investigate the area per command's orders."
Magnus frowned before talking "Of course it's always something profound and important with you, isn't it Johnathan? No, 'Hi Magnus, how have you been these past few centuries? How was your day? Kill anyone interesting lately?'" He sighed. "Oh well, can't be helped...you've always been like that haven't you? In any case...Of course I knew about the oldbloods and the SOLDIER elites...You didn't think I simply holed up in here for years gutting people did you? Several are coming to aide me...infact one of SOLDIER's own should be arriving shortly, or arrived already. A Elite. According to intel I....acquired...he seems easily controllable and easy to convince. With any luck and if everything goes according to plan he will join me."
He grinned as he looked at him, pointed teeth glistening in the light. "You should join me to you know, with you on my side we could easily crush them. It's imperative that I win this war...if I don't SOLDIER will eventually succeed in wiping out every vampire in America and soon the world. I've seen groups try it before...you yourself did so in the Crusades. The Compact is nothing more than SOLDIER and the governments way of controlling the vampires like helpless sheep, eventually closing in for the kill." He told him. "But of course, it's entirely up to you. Having you join would only ensure victory. Of course...I would have to convince Gabriel to either leave us be or atleast not interfere majorly. That is a task of it's own..."
"You're welcome to stay until you make up your mind, make yourself at home and what not." He said and turned walking down the corridor as the steel door finished closing itself. Johnathan would find that it would open by itself once more just to let him out, but not back in unless he decided to join Magnus.
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Alice was picked up and place inside Hale's room. She wasn't about to argue, as this was Hale's game and she was merely a bystander. However that didn't mean she'd turn a blind eye. A white snake said curled up in the corner of the room. She took a deep breath and her eyeballs turned completely black, now she was looking through the snake.
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"You know Junko, what do you think about death? It's always there looming, and we are now running straight towards it. To be honest I know I should have some reverence to death, but I don't death right now is just another part of life... I don't know all I know is if you're not gonna talk to the men than at least have a drink." Milo said as he tried to pass her the flask with his scotch in it.
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Junko looked at Milo and the flask for a moment before she took it. She slowly opened the flask and said
"You know, I don't really fear death. As a soldier you are always risking your life, but cowering in a corner won't make it better at all. I will fight for my life and if I die, I will make sure to bring along as many enemies as possible."
After she said that she took a sip from the flask, soon the scotch made her raise her eyebrow. Alcoholic drinks weren't her thing because of their strong taste and the fact that they decrease her accuracy, but she didn't want to be impolite on the other hand so she gulped down the scotch in her mouth, closed the flask and passed it back to Milo while coughing a bit.
"You know, I don't really fear death. As a soldier you are always risking your life, but cowering in a corner won't make it better at all. I will fight for my life and if I die, I will make sure to bring along as many enemies as possible."
After she said that she took a sip from the flask, soon the scotch made her raise her eyebrow. Alcoholic drinks weren't her thing because of their strong taste and the fact that they decrease her accuracy, but she didn't want to be impolite on the other hand so she gulped down the scotch in her mouth, closed the flask and passed it back to Milo while coughing a bit.
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Angela put a hand on Bouwe as he finished speaking. It was a gentle gesture, yet satisfying her curiosity. "I believe you Bouwe. I can see it. I don't need to see you die to know you are human. In fact, I think the first thing you need to do is take care of yourself. ... I think I've finally convinced myself its really you." The dark haired woman smiled humorously. "But seriously, you probably don't even remember eating, sleeping, and going to the... well, other things." She paused a moment, looking on his excited face. "You really wanted to be human again, didn't you? Maybe that's why it worked for you. I want to know everything you're thinking, everything you're feeling. Let me get my notepad and start writing." She fussed around in her purse. "My god. if you could turn every vampire human again, the world would go back to normal."
"Very well commander. I shall head to the armory first. I want to see what we have in stock. I would request Lightning to accompany me to investigate Kilo Point as a two person team. It will prevent misunderstandings and we can watch each other's backs."
"Very well commander. I shall head to the armory first. I want to see what we have in stock. I would request Lightning to accompany me to investigate Kilo Point as a two person team. It will prevent misunderstandings and we can watch each other's backs."
"I suppose redemption is a key part of the ritual. Not sure if this would work on an unwilling vampire. I wouldn't mind if it didn't."
Bouwe sat down, the exhaustion was finally starting to get to him.
"The point is to give the choice back. I chose to be a vampire, and I came to regret that. But not everyone had that kind of luxury."
Bouwe jotted down a few words on a post-it and put it against the wall of post-its, pictures and red lines.
Subject will towards redemption. Relevance?
"I must confess, after being a vampire for over hundreds of years does leave it's marks. I did call you here with ulterior motive.
I need your help bringing this cure to the public. It isn't finished to a point where I can guarantee results so I can't just throw it on the internet and hope for the best.
Besides, I'll be an important political pawn to have. People will be after me for this information. To be the only ones who can turn vampires human is quite the ace up your sleeve to have. I need your help to make sure I don't end up in some dungeon, working for someone's questionable agenda."
On the table was a small plain looking usb stick. Bouwe handed it to Angela. "This is a report of all my research, should something happen to me, make it public, anonymously. But let's make sure this isn't needed."
Bouwe sat down, the exhaustion was finally starting to get to him.
"The point is to give the choice back. I chose to be a vampire, and I came to regret that. But not everyone had that kind of luxury."
Bouwe jotted down a few words on a post-it and put it against the wall of post-its, pictures and red lines.
Subject will towards redemption. Relevance?
"I must confess, after being a vampire for over hundreds of years does leave it's marks. I did call you here with ulterior motive.
I need your help bringing this cure to the public. It isn't finished to a point where I can guarantee results so I can't just throw it on the internet and hope for the best.
Besides, I'll be an important political pawn to have. People will be after me for this information. To be the only ones who can turn vampires human is quite the ace up your sleeve to have. I need your help to make sure I don't end up in some dungeon, working for someone's questionable agenda."
On the table was a small plain looking usb stick. Bouwe handed it to Angela. "This is a report of all my research, should something happen to me, make it public, anonymously. But let's make sure this isn't needed."
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Lightning shrugged then said "Alright, why not. Nothing better to do than sit on my ass while I wait on the attack that may or may not happen." She proceeded to walk away from the two, towards the armory.
Magnus grinned as he walked down the corridor and into the elevator. "Magnus the equipment you requested has finally been made. It is ready in your private gear room." BOB Sounded in the elevator. "Excellent...thank you BOB." Magnus replied. He pushed the number 7 on the elevator, level 7 was a off limits area to where only the higher ups could enter, accessed by voice commands, security measures ready to utterly destroy anyone that forced their way in.
Down here was all sorts of special gear Magnus was having a team of scientists...experiment..with. As well as Magnus' room. The elevator stopped with a ding and the door opened. "Access Code 01273." Magnus said, as he had many times before. He strode down the corridor, at the end was his room. He pressed his hand to the scanner on the outside and the lock clicked on the door to his room. He opened the door and closed it behind him. On a table in front of him were a new pair of claws, daggers attached to powerful steel cable wrapped in soft cloth attached to a belt, and a trenchcoat. To the average person all these items looked fairly normal, but to Magnus they were new toys of destruction.
The claws, longer and bigger than his current were also serrated on the top, made out of a very durable and sharp ceramic material like his sirelings, Dresden, sword. On top of that, small holes not visible by the naked eye, are around each claw on each set of claws. Why? On each glove is a small button, that when pressed, releases a deadly poison from the holes from a container in the top of the gloves. Depending on the dosage, it can range from many doses, to just one almost instantly lethal dose. Depending on the age of the vampire, it can even kill vampires, or greatly inhibit their functions and mobility.
The daggers attached to the belt are electrified, the belt being the conduit. Inside said belt are many micro batteries, capable of holding charge for long periods of time. To save charge on the belt, the daggers aren't infinitely charged. Wires imbedded into the daggers hold a maximum amount of power on a circuit infinitely, this also makes the daggers extremely hot burning the unfortunate victim. The daggers attach to small metallic pieces a few inches above Magnus' wrists, a small button at the end of the piece, that when pressed, shoot the dagger out with great force and speed, stabbing into and proceeding to fry whatever is in front of him.
The daggers then lose all charge, taking around 10 minutes to fully recharge, they can of course be fired faster but they won't really give off any charge. The cable is fed through two small boxes on either side, so as to easily retract the daggers as well as give Magnus more mobility.
Lastly is the trenchcoat, while it looks like an ordinary trenchcoat it has one special feature, it's bulletproof and armored. While as with anything enough bullets will go through any armor, it is still able to withstand a lot of punishment. It is also lightly armored to withstand some melee and blunt damage. It also has a few compartments so Magnus can carry a refill or two on his poison.
He took his old claws and laid them on the table, then wrapped the belt around his waist and attached the daggers to the pieces above his wrists, put the trenchcoat on, and donned his new claws. He grinned evilly, with this and his coming army SOLDIER didn't stand a chance. He checked the clock on his wall, time reading 6:45PM. Soon, it would be time. "The rest of your guests are arriving, Magnus. Shall I let them in?" BOB's voice echoed around his room. "Why, of course, the party is just about to begin. While you are at it, go ahead and send a bunker wide announcement telling everyone who was trained to use some kind of weapon to gear up, and everyone to get some armor." Magnus replied. Only a few knew how to use guns, even fewer knew how to do so without shooting themselves. Fortunately the concept of wielding a sword or knife wasn't hard for most of them to grasp, so what, his army was comprised of mostly idiots swinging swords or using their bare hands, what mattered to him was that he had the advantage.
Fortunately for him, all current century vampires knew how to drive, even more fortunately he had vehicles. One had even served in the army in his human days, so he knew how to drive a tank. Floor 6 housed the armory and had a tunnel leading out of a hidden exit, perfect for a sneak attack. He opened his door grinning as he walked back, closing it behind him, and started walking down the corridor to the elevator once more. Tonight would be a fun night
Magnus grinned as he walked down the corridor and into the elevator. "Magnus the equipment you requested has finally been made. It is ready in your private gear room." BOB Sounded in the elevator. "Excellent...thank you BOB." Magnus replied. He pushed the number 7 on the elevator, level 7 was a off limits area to where only the higher ups could enter, accessed by voice commands, security measures ready to utterly destroy anyone that forced their way in.
Down here was all sorts of special gear Magnus was having a team of scientists...experiment..with. As well as Magnus' room. The elevator stopped with a ding and the door opened. "Access Code 01273." Magnus said, as he had many times before. He strode down the corridor, at the end was his room. He pressed his hand to the scanner on the outside and the lock clicked on the door to his room. He opened the door and closed it behind him. On a table in front of him were a new pair of claws, daggers attached to powerful steel cable wrapped in soft cloth attached to a belt, and a trenchcoat. To the average person all these items looked fairly normal, but to Magnus they were new toys of destruction.
The claws, longer and bigger than his current were also serrated on the top, made out of a very durable and sharp ceramic material like his sirelings, Dresden, sword. On top of that, small holes not visible by the naked eye, are around each claw on each set of claws. Why? On each glove is a small button, that when pressed, releases a deadly poison from the holes from a container in the top of the gloves. Depending on the dosage, it can range from many doses, to just one almost instantly lethal dose. Depending on the age of the vampire, it can even kill vampires, or greatly inhibit their functions and mobility.
The daggers attached to the belt are electrified, the belt being the conduit. Inside said belt are many micro batteries, capable of holding charge for long periods of time. To save charge on the belt, the daggers aren't infinitely charged. Wires imbedded into the daggers hold a maximum amount of power on a circuit infinitely, this also makes the daggers extremely hot burning the unfortunate victim. The daggers attach to small metallic pieces a few inches above Magnus' wrists, a small button at the end of the piece, that when pressed, shoot the dagger out with great force and speed, stabbing into and proceeding to fry whatever is in front of him.
The daggers then lose all charge, taking around 10 minutes to fully recharge, they can of course be fired faster but they won't really give off any charge. The cable is fed through two small boxes on either side, so as to easily retract the daggers as well as give Magnus more mobility.
Lastly is the trenchcoat, while it looks like an ordinary trenchcoat it has one special feature, it's bulletproof and armored. While as with anything enough bullets will go through any armor, it is still able to withstand a lot of punishment. It is also lightly armored to withstand some melee and blunt damage. It also has a few compartments so Magnus can carry a refill or two on his poison.
He took his old claws and laid them on the table, then wrapped the belt around his waist and attached the daggers to the pieces above his wrists, put the trenchcoat on, and donned his new claws. He grinned evilly, with this and his coming army SOLDIER didn't stand a chance. He checked the clock on his wall, time reading 6:45PM. Soon, it would be time. "The rest of your guests are arriving, Magnus. Shall I let them in?" BOB's voice echoed around his room. "Why, of course, the party is just about to begin. While you are at it, go ahead and send a bunker wide announcement telling everyone who was trained to use some kind of weapon to gear up, and everyone to get some armor." Magnus replied. Only a few knew how to use guns, even fewer knew how to do so without shooting themselves. Fortunately the concept of wielding a sword or knife wasn't hard for most of them to grasp, so what, his army was comprised of mostly idiots swinging swords or using their bare hands, what mattered to him was that he had the advantage.
Fortunately for him, all current century vampires knew how to drive, even more fortunately he had vehicles. One had even served in the army in his human days, so he knew how to drive a tank. Floor 6 housed the armory and had a tunnel leading out of a hidden exit, perfect for a sneak attack. He opened his door grinning as he walked back, closing it behind him, and started walking down the corridor to the elevator once more. Tonight would be a fun night
Hale grinned as he stepped back in his room.
He looked at Alice, then at the snake. He made eye contact with the snake.
"It begins." He turned away and opened a fridge to reveal a wall of energy drink cans. He took one, and took a moment to slowly open it and listen to the sharp fizz sound.
"Glug. Glug. Haah. Heh... So Magnus is getting his big guns out tonight. I'll be there to party with him."
With those words he took out a large plastic case and put it on the bed. The lock broke at his touch and the container flew open. "There she is."
Hale whispered with glowing eyes. "The Kerblaster... I had some scientists reverse engineer this beast from a video game. Ensuring it is the most beastly and ridiculous machine on the battlefield. Plus it's made to withstand.. well.. me." A big toothy grin reflected the black, white and yellow of the crudely designed gun that could be more aptly described as a hand-sized siege weapon.
Hale turned back to the snake. "Now I know you have as much right to mingle in this as I do. But if you go off alone make sure I know right?"
Hale slipped an old Nokia 3310 in his back pocket. I'll be off com. I can't guarantee it'll work cause I'm not going to be near Magnus all the time. But these Nokia things seem to be indestructible, and believe me I've tried."
With a red hoodie on, a few more cans and a pack of smokes on his belt on one side and a massive sledgehammer on the other. A massive gun in his hand.
Locked and loaded.
A manic smile on his face.
He looked at Alice, then at the snake. He made eye contact with the snake.
"It begins." He turned away and opened a fridge to reveal a wall of energy drink cans. He took one, and took a moment to slowly open it and listen to the sharp fizz sound.
"Glug. Glug. Haah. Heh... So Magnus is getting his big guns out tonight. I'll be there to party with him."
With those words he took out a large plastic case and put it on the bed. The lock broke at his touch and the container flew open. "There she is."
Hale whispered with glowing eyes. "The Kerblaster... I had some scientists reverse engineer this beast from a video game. Ensuring it is the most beastly and ridiculous machine on the battlefield. Plus it's made to withstand.. well.. me." A big toothy grin reflected the black, white and yellow of the crudely designed gun that could be more aptly described as a hand-sized siege weapon.
Hale turned back to the snake. "Now I know you have as much right to mingle in this as I do. But if you go off alone make sure I know right?"
Hale slipped an old Nokia 3310 in his back pocket. I'll be off com. I can't guarantee it'll work cause I'm not going to be near Magnus all the time. But these Nokia things seem to be indestructible, and believe me I've tried."
With a red hoodie on, a few more cans and a pack of smokes on his belt on one side and a massive sledgehammer on the other. A massive gun in his hand.
Locked and loaded.
A manic smile on his face.
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Together, Lightning and Mithias made a perfect Goth couple. All Lightning needed, with her spikey blonde hair, was black lipstick. Nonetheless, they were given clearance and entred the armory. Mithias lifted a metal garage door and cast his sight into every dark corner. Most of the equipment was made for human use. There was all kinds of armor, cammo, night vision, laser trackers, explosives, and every variety of what Mithias would consider to be lightweight guns. Mithias gravitated towared the explosives and chemicle weapons, mildly aggrivated that he had to pass a wall of crosses, blessed weapons, mirrors, and holy water. "Not a word." He said to Lightning, as he covered his eyes and passed through.
Mithias himself pretty much exclusively fought vampires, but of course, a lot of the weapons that worked on them also worked against himself. Flash bombs were a good example. They worked on humans, but were great against vampires. He could make use of them as long as he knew when they were going off. He also took regular grenades, smoke bombs, and something unusual, a glue bomb. Wary of the "Holy" corner, Mithias frowned disapprovingly at some clearly useless antivampire devices: a net launcher, and a I-kid-you-not wooden stake thrower. Some humans still couldn't get over old superstition. Something however caught his eye. He picked up what looked like a handheld crossbow, made of modern materias of course, and smirked approvingly. It fired bolas... 5 rounds, nylon cables. "Now that would surprise me." He smiled and took the bola gun. Two, FN 5-7's with armor piercing rounds later, Mithias met Lightning and a courier outside.
"Package for you sir." The courier sad, hand-delivering a black case.
"Thank you."
Setting the case on a nearby shelf, Mithias unlocked it. Noticing Lightning's glance, he answered her question before she could ask. "Some useful tools of mine. I had them sent before I left California." Inside were two steel vambraces and three, fairly long, serrated black daggers, each with wirting down one side of the blade and a midline rivulet and an eye-hole near the base of the blade. "Often times, a vampire's life doesn't end in a single, swift action. To kill one could require an arduous battle. They must be fatigued, immobilized, bled to weakness... and that is what these are for. They are designed to be difficult to pull out, and to keep the wound open and bleeding." The three blades were named, "Blooddrinker," "Heartseeker," and "Soulstealer." Mithias put on the vambraces, his only physical defense, and put two of the daggers aside his swords and one on a holster on his leg. "Shall we go into the city?"
Together, Lightning and Mithias made a perfect Goth couple. All Lightning needed, with her spikey blonde hair, was black lipstick. Nonetheless, they were given clearance and entred the armory. Mithias lifted a metal garage door and cast his sight into every dark corner. Most of the equipment was made for human use. There was all kinds of armor, cammo, night vision, laser trackers, explosives, and every variety of what Mithias would consider to be lightweight guns. Mithias gravitated towared the explosives and chemicle weapons, mildly aggrivated that he had to pass a wall of crosses, blessed weapons, mirrors, and holy water. "Not a word." He said to Lightning, as he covered his eyes and passed through.
Mithias himself pretty much exclusively fought vampires, but of course, a lot of the weapons that worked on them also worked against himself. Flash bombs were a good example. They worked on humans, but were great against vampires. He could make use of them as long as he knew when they were going off. He also took regular grenades, smoke bombs, and something unusual, a glue bomb. Wary of the "Holy" corner, Mithias frowned disapprovingly at some clearly useless antivampire devices: a net launcher, and a I-kid-you-not wooden stake thrower. Some humans still couldn't get over old superstition. Something however caught his eye. He picked up what looked like a handheld crossbow, made of modern materias of course, and smirked approvingly. It fired bolas... 5 rounds, nylon cables. "Now that would surprise me." He smiled and took the bola gun. Two, FN 5-7's with armor piercing rounds later, Mithias met Lightning and a courier outside.
"Package for you sir." The courier sad, hand-delivering a black case.
"Thank you."
Setting the case on a nearby shelf, Mithias unlocked it. Noticing Lightning's glance, he answered her question before she could ask. "Some useful tools of mine. I had them sent before I left California." Inside were two steel vambraces and three, fairly long, serrated black daggers, each with wirting down one side of the blade and a midline rivulet and an eye-hole near the base of the blade. "Often times, a vampire's life doesn't end in a single, swift action. To kill one could require an arduous battle. They must be fatigued, immobilized, bled to weakness... and that is what these are for. They are designed to be difficult to pull out, and to keep the wound open and bleeding." The three blades were named, "Blooddrinker," "Heartseeker," and "Soulstealer." Mithias put on the vambraces, his only physical defense, and put two of the daggers aside his swords and one on a holster on his leg. "Shall we go into the city?"
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"I suppose redemption is a key part of the ritual. Not sure if this would work on an unwilling vampire. I wouldn't mind if it didn't."Bouwe sat down, the exhaustion was finally starting to get to him. "The point is to give the choice back. I chose to be a vampire, and I came to regret that. But not everyone had that kind of luxury."Bouwe jotted down a few words on a post-it and put it against the wall of post-its, pictures and red lines."I must confess, after being a vampire for over hundreds of years does leave it's marks. I did call you here with ulterior motive.I need your help bringing this cure to the public. It isn't finished to a point where I can guarantee results so I can't just throw it on the internet and hope for the best.Besides, I'll be an important political pawn to have. People will be after me for this information. To be the only ones who can turn vampires human is quite the ace up your sleeve to have. I need your help to make sure I don't end up in some dungeon, working for someone's questionable agenda."On the table was a small plain looking usb stick. Bouwe handed it to Angela. "This is a report of all my research, should something happen to me, make it public, anonymously. But let's make sure this isn't needed."
Angela wasn't even writing, as she was listening so intently. She looked at the USB stick and accepted it. "Bouwe. I'll take this, and I'll be sure to back it up and release it as you say, if anything were to happen to you, but... I don't think you can go to the public right out, right now, just with your own success. There are going to be so many people who won't believe that you were ever a vampire, even though we have proof. I mean, you're registered and all, but you're going to need to revert someone else, and have it recorded and observed by scientists or something. Listen, I have another idea.
If you want to avoid becoming famous, or a martyr, then maybe you could keep your reversion ritual on the street for a while. We could look for candidates by word of mouth. Maybe we could go to some of those Christian, fledgling sanctuaries. You know those places for wrongly turned and new, unwilling vampires? I'm sure there are lots of them that would die to be human again. After a while, word will get out slowly, and you can decide if you want to be known or not. Let me take care of getting word out for you on the underground. I can do that." Angela looked at him in awe and concern. "You know, you've got a vampire's home. My place has food and is clean. I would feel better if you stayed with me for a little while, so I can keep an eye on you. Would that be alright? God, I hope you don't have a cat allergy."
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Angela wasn't even writing, as she was listening so intently. She looked at the USB stick and accepted it. "Bouwe. I'll take this, and I'll be sure to back it up and release it as you say, if anything were to happen to you, but... I don't think you can go to the public right out, right now, just with your own success. There are going to be so many people who won't believe that you were ever a vampire, even though we have proof. I mean, you're registered and all, but you're going to need to revert someone else, and have it recorded and observed by scientists or something. Listen, I have another idea. If you want to avoid becoming famous, or a martyr, then maybe you could keep your reversion ritual on the street for a while. We could look for candidates by word of mouth. Maybe we could go to some of those Christian, fledgling sanctuaries. You know those places for wrongly turned and new, unwilling vampires? I'm sure there are lots of them that would die to be human again. After a while, word will get out slowly, and you can decide if you want to be known or not. Let me take care of getting word out for you on the underground. I can do that." Angela looked at him in awe and concern. "You know, you've got a vampire's home. My place has food and is clean. I would feel better if you stayed with me for a little while, so I can keep an eye on you. Would that be alright? God, I hope you don't have a cat allergy."
"Spread the rumor, so people will be ready to accept it before they meet me. That seems like a good idea. And it's probably a good idea to start with fledglings, they'll be less likely to be dangerous in case the ritual fails. I'm not quite sure on all the variables. I knew I was right to call you for this. I need someone from this time, someone grounded... I feel a bit fuzzy right now."
Bouwe got out of the chair and staggered over to the door.
"Let's go then. I'm thrilled to find out if I have a cat allergy."
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Even as Magnus walked away, Johnathan had already cast his senses around him. It was rather easy to locate the training area, as it was one of the few places from which the distinct sound of weapons clattering could be heard. Simply from the sound, Johnathan identified the six vampires within, who were training with a variety of bladed weapons. One of them was using an eastern blade, the sound was slightly softer, suggesting a more finely crafted edge. As the door opened, and the first vampire turned towards Johnathan, he breathed in, and time seemed to slow. With the simple act of taking a breath, wholly unnecessary for a vampire such as himself, he seemed to transform the metal room into a network of footprints and moving lines, eyes projecting a field of view, as easy to see to Johnathan as an arm, or a leg. Every time a muscle was triggered, it caused a movement in the skin, an automatic countermovement to balance it out. Every action, every thought, was predated by the subconscious language of the body as muscles tensed and coiled. As Johnathan entered the Warrior Trance, the room bared it's secrets.
A movement forward, marked with a hesitation. The first vampire, unsure of this unexpected enemy, wasn't putting his full force behind the forward strike with the long blade. It slid harmlessly past Johnathan's armor, a simple sidestep redirecting the power of the blade with the minimum required movement. A foot moved forward behind his opponent's leg, and a palm snap to the forehead sent the youngblood flying backwards, snapping his neck. In less than a second it was incapacitated, what to a mortal being would have been nothing but a blur.
The second and third vampire were already rushing towards him, but in their haste they had abandoned caution. Extending two fingers of his gauntletted hand, Johnathan caught the first blade in between, directing his opponent's strike aside, even as he spun around him. Even a vampiric limb cannot move outside it's boundaries, and the vampire lost his weapon in the same instant he lost use of his lower body. Neck shattered, he clocked to the floor, having served no purpose other than to shield Johnathan from the third vampire's assault. And even as the third turned to attempt to strike once more, the blade Johnathan had so aptly reappropriated pierced his neck, and shattered the base of his spine. Johnathan had thrown it with inhuman force and precision, and with that, ended the battle.
To SOLDIER, it was always hard to incapacitate a vampire without killing it. Virtually indestructible, there was very little trauma that could stop a vampire from killing without ending it's life. However, to one as skilled as Johnathan it was but a minor inconvenience, as he had learned many years ago that the secret lay in the spine. For a vampire can survive such an injury that would be lethal to a human, and it serves as the perfect method to paralyze them indefinitely. Of course, this did not excuse the hesitation that Johnathan had had with his movements. After all, not fighting armies of vampires was one of the things that had kept him alive all these years. The slight tinge of fear had made him tardy in his movements, and slow to deal with these fools. It should have been over within half the time.
The knowledge that Johnathan faced a force with the potential capability of killing him, and that he had no way out, was not one he was used to. There weren't many things left that posed a true threat to Johnathan. But it would seem he'd have to get used to fear once more, for this would be the most dangerous path he had taken in all the centuries of his existence.
And if he succeeded, he would become the true Lord of Vampires.
Looking at the camera that had observed the event, Johnathan simply smiled, as he took a string of grenades from the armoury. No doubt more guards would find him, but they were no threat. Indeed, after Magnus discovered he was busy, Johnathan doubted he would be facing any more resistance. Throwing soldiers at such an enemy was not a tactic Magnus would indulge. No, he realized Magnus would most likely trap him, and attempt to kill him with explosives or heavy weaponry, manipulating him through his vast knowledge of the base. It would be the most tactically sound plan of action to take, endangering as little of his plans as possible.
Smiling, Johnathan Broke another two necks, his body moving on auto pilot without any true direction from his conscious line of thought. Indeed, as he had stated, there were three reasons he had come here. The third was to kill Gabriel, and, by drinking his blood and absorbing his sheer power, applying it with his genius and expertise, he would become the most powerful being ever to roam the Earth. The second was Mithias, the son of Gabriel. Mithias was one of the few with the power to resist Gabriel's extensive array of psychic powers, and thus formed both the only threat to his Godhood, and potentially the greatest asset in defeating Gabriel. He would have to be either manipulated into aiding Johnathan, or eliminated from the equation. The first reason, that preceded all others, however, was to face Magnus, and defeat him. He would challenge Magnus, prove himself the greater vampire, and take control of his resources. If he was going to become a God, then he would need a sword appropriate for the job of slaying the First, and there were few vampires out there with more access to advanced weaponry.
Johnathan walked down the iron corridors, every vampire that approached falling to the blur of hands and blades that was Johnathan, known righteously as one of the greatest warriors of Earth. As he anticipated the coming battle, his blood started boiling, and fear ate at the edge of his heart. Indeed, this would be one of the few paths that could have led to his demise. However, he had never been one to shy from danger, and he found the taste of fear an exotic delicacy, reserved for his greatest moments. And for the first time in two hundred years, the once crusader smiled.
A movement forward, marked with a hesitation. The first vampire, unsure of this unexpected enemy, wasn't putting his full force behind the forward strike with the long blade. It slid harmlessly past Johnathan's armor, a simple sidestep redirecting the power of the blade with the minimum required movement. A foot moved forward behind his opponent's leg, and a palm snap to the forehead sent the youngblood flying backwards, snapping his neck. In less than a second it was incapacitated, what to a mortal being would have been nothing but a blur.
The second and third vampire were already rushing towards him, but in their haste they had abandoned caution. Extending two fingers of his gauntletted hand, Johnathan caught the first blade in between, directing his opponent's strike aside, even as he spun around him. Even a vampiric limb cannot move outside it's boundaries, and the vampire lost his weapon in the same instant he lost use of his lower body. Neck shattered, he clocked to the floor, having served no purpose other than to shield Johnathan from the third vampire's assault. And even as the third turned to attempt to strike once more, the blade Johnathan had so aptly reappropriated pierced his neck, and shattered the base of his spine. Johnathan had thrown it with inhuman force and precision, and with that, ended the battle.
To SOLDIER, it was always hard to incapacitate a vampire without killing it. Virtually indestructible, there was very little trauma that could stop a vampire from killing without ending it's life. However, to one as skilled as Johnathan it was but a minor inconvenience, as he had learned many years ago that the secret lay in the spine. For a vampire can survive such an injury that would be lethal to a human, and it serves as the perfect method to paralyze them indefinitely. Of course, this did not excuse the hesitation that Johnathan had had with his movements. After all, not fighting armies of vampires was one of the things that had kept him alive all these years. The slight tinge of fear had made him tardy in his movements, and slow to deal with these fools. It should have been over within half the time.
The knowledge that Johnathan faced a force with the potential capability of killing him, and that he had no way out, was not one he was used to. There weren't many things left that posed a true threat to Johnathan. But it would seem he'd have to get used to fear once more, for this would be the most dangerous path he had taken in all the centuries of his existence.
And if he succeeded, he would become the true Lord of Vampires.
Looking at the camera that had observed the event, Johnathan simply smiled, as he took a string of grenades from the armoury. No doubt more guards would find him, but they were no threat. Indeed, after Magnus discovered he was busy, Johnathan doubted he would be facing any more resistance. Throwing soldiers at such an enemy was not a tactic Magnus would indulge. No, he realized Magnus would most likely trap him, and attempt to kill him with explosives or heavy weaponry, manipulating him through his vast knowledge of the base. It would be the most tactically sound plan of action to take, endangering as little of his plans as possible.
Smiling, Johnathan Broke another two necks, his body moving on auto pilot without any true direction from his conscious line of thought. Indeed, as he had stated, there were three reasons he had come here. The third was to kill Gabriel, and, by drinking his blood and absorbing his sheer power, applying it with his genius and expertise, he would become the most powerful being ever to roam the Earth. The second was Mithias, the son of Gabriel. Mithias was one of the few with the power to resist Gabriel's extensive array of psychic powers, and thus formed both the only threat to his Godhood, and potentially the greatest asset in defeating Gabriel. He would have to be either manipulated into aiding Johnathan, or eliminated from the equation. The first reason, that preceded all others, however, was to face Magnus, and defeat him. He would challenge Magnus, prove himself the greater vampire, and take control of his resources. If he was going to become a God, then he would need a sword appropriate for the job of slaying the First, and there were few vampires out there with more access to advanced weaponry.
Johnathan walked down the iron corridors, every vampire that approached falling to the blur of hands and blades that was Johnathan, known righteously as one of the greatest warriors of Earth. As he anticipated the coming battle, his blood started boiling, and fear ate at the edge of his heart. Indeed, this would be one of the few paths that could have led to his demise. However, he had never been one to shy from danger, and he found the taste of fear an exotic delicacy, reserved for his greatest moments. And for the first time in two hundred years, the once crusader smiled.
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Night was soon approaching, as was the hour at which Magnus had planned his attack. The scent of fear would be easily recognizable to any vampire, as each of the many sentries scoured the treeline for signs of the vampire army. Each of them infected reality with their own fears, twisting each shadow into a silent stalker, each sound into the rustle of footsteps, each flicker a red glowing eye. Guns were held at the ready, but the safety remained on, if it had not been shots would have been fired already, as many of these men had yet to see true action of such a scale. In fact, such a massive conflict between man and undead was almost unheard of. These men, who cherished the short time they had left to them, had good reason to fear.
And as they watched, the shadows stirred, and the gras rustled upwards. Slowly rose dark shapes, long streaks of fog rushing over the ground, rising out of the gras like a long forgotten spirit. Moving at a speed that would startle any who knew little of fog, the spirit rapidly enveloped the base, slithers of grey clinging onto every shape, leaving it's damp fingerprints on every surface. With every breath, the cold damp filled the lungs of those waiting and watching, the truth further obscured from them, lost in a mist formed solely by their imagination. And, to those who had been sent to watch, to those who truly felt the fear hammering at their hearts in that moment, they could see the faces of demons rush by them. They felt the ice-cold hand of a vampire caress the base of their neck, the eyes of a predator assessing the value of their blood. The chill that touched them was not from the cold, but from a primal fear that filled every living being capable of such an emotion.
For there were faces in the fog. And the faces watched, and they laughed, and they smiled. The faces spoke of stories long past, all meaning stripped away by the endless march of time. The whispers were pleasant, and welcoming, as each smiling face invited them. Quiet cooing and wooing, like a mother holding out her hand to guide a particularly dim witted child, the reassurance of a parent washing over those who had moments before beheld the fog with such frightful expectations.
One by one, the lights went out, and the faces still smiled. They cheered and chuckled, and hugged and played, and boisteriously told of events long past. It was so easy, to simply let go, to simply admit the correctness of one's elders. To accept the guiding hand offered. Smiling, each moth wandered willingly into the fire, laughing as they were consumed from within by the darkness of their own fear.
One by one, the lights went out. And all communication with the outer sentries was broken.
The scent of fear was in the air, indeed, and now it was augmented. The slight scent of copper moved among the silent buildings, carried by faint chuckles and sneers, and whispers in the fog. Blood had been spilled, and it would not be the first.
A smiling figure moved among the shadows, and they crawled to him. His eyes were bright, a silent red glow escaping from under the red brim of the top hat he had chosen to wear. Hands gloved in human flesh rearanged an elegant suit, the red fabric a product of great art, the life's work of a madman. The tail coats of the jacket he wore moved in time with the walk, almost inhumanly long legs striding, as the thin tall figure strode forward. And yet, even as this ghastly apparition moved through the perimeter that had only moments ago been under heavy guard, the elegant black shoes made no sound on the wet grass, the fog around him obscuring the details of his appearance. Behind him, crying softly to themselves, faces smiled in the fog, whispering of events not long past. For it had been but moments ago, that the faces had possessed bodies. And they had been able to stop smiling.
The Lord of Vampire had come, and his escort had joined him. Tonight, more blood would be spilled, as the faces of the damned laughed, and chuckled, and boisteriously told of events long past.
And as they watched, the shadows stirred, and the gras rustled upwards. Slowly rose dark shapes, long streaks of fog rushing over the ground, rising out of the gras like a long forgotten spirit. Moving at a speed that would startle any who knew little of fog, the spirit rapidly enveloped the base, slithers of grey clinging onto every shape, leaving it's damp fingerprints on every surface. With every breath, the cold damp filled the lungs of those waiting and watching, the truth further obscured from them, lost in a mist formed solely by their imagination. And, to those who had been sent to watch, to those who truly felt the fear hammering at their hearts in that moment, they could see the faces of demons rush by them. They felt the ice-cold hand of a vampire caress the base of their neck, the eyes of a predator assessing the value of their blood. The chill that touched them was not from the cold, but from a primal fear that filled every living being capable of such an emotion.
For there were faces in the fog. And the faces watched, and they laughed, and they smiled. The faces spoke of stories long past, all meaning stripped away by the endless march of time. The whispers were pleasant, and welcoming, as each smiling face invited them. Quiet cooing and wooing, like a mother holding out her hand to guide a particularly dim witted child, the reassurance of a parent washing over those who had moments before beheld the fog with such frightful expectations.
One by one, the lights went out, and the faces still smiled. They cheered and chuckled, and hugged and played, and boisteriously told of events long past. It was so easy, to simply let go, to simply admit the correctness of one's elders. To accept the guiding hand offered. Smiling, each moth wandered willingly into the fire, laughing as they were consumed from within by the darkness of their own fear.
One by one, the lights went out. And all communication with the outer sentries was broken.
The scent of fear was in the air, indeed, and now it was augmented. The slight scent of copper moved among the silent buildings, carried by faint chuckles and sneers, and whispers in the fog. Blood had been spilled, and it would not be the first.
A smiling figure moved among the shadows, and they crawled to him. His eyes were bright, a silent red glow escaping from under the red brim of the top hat he had chosen to wear. Hands gloved in human flesh rearanged an elegant suit, the red fabric a product of great art, the life's work of a madman. The tail coats of the jacket he wore moved in time with the walk, almost inhumanly long legs striding, as the thin tall figure strode forward. And yet, even as this ghastly apparition moved through the perimeter that had only moments ago been under heavy guard, the elegant black shoes made no sound on the wet grass, the fog around him obscuring the details of his appearance. Behind him, crying softly to themselves, faces smiled in the fog, whispering of events not long past. For it had been but moments ago, that the faces had possessed bodies. And they had been able to stop smiling.
The Lord of Vampire had come, and his escort had joined him. Tonight, more blood would be spilled, as the faces of the damned laughed, and chuckled, and boisteriously told of events long past.
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