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Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)


Wyatt laughed a little and shook his head at Lilith’s reply, seemed like she just couldn’t help swearing in the church. Luckily it didn’t seem to bother Father Luca and if there was any kind of higher power in the world he hoped it would be enlightened enough to care more about someone sacrificing their own life and happiness to save others and fight evil more than they would care about what one said in a church. He followed the others from the main part of the church into a smaller room, one designated by the Father as their meeting place, discussing vampires out in the open wasn’t always smart. As he followed Father Luca he also noticed the bags of food, was that biscuits?, that he carried with him. His stomach growled fairly audibly at the thought of hot food. He sat in the row behind Lilith, the proper way, he always felt like a certain about of professionalism was expected of him, an idea instilled in him by his father and the older more traditional group he tended to hunt with. Although it was nice to have someone around who brought a more relaxed energy like Lilith did.

Out of respect for Father Luca, and the position that he held, Wyatt tried to give the man his full attention as he explained the situation his town and community were in. But his attention kept shifting to, what for him, was the most heavenly thing in the whole building; the aroma cascading from the bags Father Luca held. True it was tragic that Father Walter was missing and likely dead but that was the fate that awaited most who spent their time battling actual demons. He didn’t want to bring up the delicious food he knew the bags contained right after Luca’s news about his probably deceased mentor but it was the thing his mind and eyes kept drifting towards. Luckily Lilith broke the silence, immediately assuring Father Luca that this would all be ‘easy peasy.’ While Wyatt wasn’t religious he was superstitious and she had, mostly likely, doomed them all. Whatever was going on in this town he now doubted it was going to go smoothly.

“Ranger huh? Does that make you the barbarian or the wizard” He joked back at Lilith. “You have my word, Father, that we’ll do all we can to stop this evil.” He added, standing intently. He was relieved that Luca had brought up the subject of payment on his own, it was always awkward to bring up but necessary; doing this for free was unsustainable although he only accepted payment after the job was completed. His attention then turned back to the bags of food. “So uh, are you just really hungry or were you looking to break bread with us.” He asked, gesturing to the food the Father had been carrying around and had seemingly forgotten about.

Cole rolled over onto his back and starred at ceiling in a unsuccessful attempt to will his hangover away. He hadn’t remembered bringing anyway back here last night but sure enough he woke up this morning to some girl sneaking out with his Misfits t-shirt. Wasn’t too bad though, last time he brought someone back here she’d ended up stealing a lot more than a t-shirt. He finally got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom, found a bottle of aspirin, and washed a few down with an old stale beer that had been left on the counter. He smelled the shirt he was currently wearing and decided it was definitely time for a shower. He had a weird feeling like he was forgetting something but continued to ignore, he kind of had that feeling a lot. He then went on to fix his mohawk, using quite a bit of the cheap hair gel that kept it in place and it wasn’t until a good while later, while eating a bowl of cereal that he remembered what he was supposed to do today.

”Shit.” He muttered, he was supposed to meet that Marcus guy for an audition. He looked over at his alarm clock which was blinking a 12:00 and clearly no help, he really needed to fix that sometime. He searched around a bit until he found his phone, he was very much late, and quickly threw on some clothes. Luckily the rehearsal studio wasn’t too far from his apartment, actually pretty much everything in town wasn’t too far; it was a pretty small town. He left his apartment, hopped on his bike, and grinned as the engine made a satisfying sound as it started up.

He parked near the studio and walked the rest of way until he spotted Marcus laying on the ground with a girl, and a couple of others gathered around. “Hey Marcus, you forming a band or a harem? Cause I’m only interested in the first one.” He asked grinning before offering out his hand to help them up.
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Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)


Wyatt sized up Father Luca as he entered the room, the man was not at all what he expected, and he looked nothing like the other men of faith involved in vampire hunting. Truthfully, he didn’t look like he’d last more than a minute against a hungry vampire and he certainly carried himself like a priest more than like a hunter. Lilith addressed the man first, letting some questionable language slip out in front of the Father. Wyatt managed to not audibly chuckle at the exchange, but by the time Nicole let out a ‘speak of the devil’ he was smirking slightly. His mother had been a relatively faithful Irish Catholic so it would take more than a doe-eyed priest to make him lose composure. Just from looking at him Luca seemed much more laid back than the fire and brimstone preachers that he normally encountered while hunting or during his youth. Nicole requested, not for the first, nor he would guess, for the last time, that he call her simply Nicole rather than Miss Jackson. ”Is that a request or a command, ma’am?” He half joked in response.

”Father Luca, it’s great to finally meet you, glad we’re able to help with you, Wyatt paused for a brief second before adding, ”infestation.” He said, greeting Luca before following him and the others to the side chapel to discuss business. He also gave Lilith a gentle nudge as they walked. “Hey, I’m sure years of vampire hunting more than makes up for swearing in church. I mean, probably at least…” He joked to Lilith in a hushed tone.




Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Kyle (@Metronome), Seb (@dragonbutts)


Bas nodded in agreement as Kyle explained the strike at the post office. “I remember the good ol’ days when the fat cats would get out of line, heads would roll, and revolutions would bring bloody chaos to entire countries. All that adrenalin puts a nice flavor to the blood, makes for some real good eatin’.” Bas rambled on, losing himself for just a moment in his memories. He took a long drag on his cigar and allowed the ash to fall to the floor. He vaguely remembered someone asking him not to smoke in the house but couldn’t recall who or even if they were still around. Quite a few vampire’s he’d known had come and gone from their coven. Kyle was flipping through channels on the television and Bas was far too restless to be interested in television.

Daytime was boring, this town was getting stale, and Bas growing sick of blood bags and animals. He wanted a hunt, or a fight, or something new to do, he hadn’t done anything new for a while. Kyle had paused on the Animal Planet channel, a lion or something was hunting its prey and Bas faintly wondered if it would draw too much attention if he tried to break into the zoo and sample some of the more dangerous exhibits. That would probably cause the rest of the coven to get even more annoyed with him, so then he wondered if there were any bears nearby. A bear hunt would be exciting, hunting other predators was always more fun than deer or some other prey animal. He threw the rest of his cigar into the kitchen sink and headed back towards the study. For now, he’d have to be content with poking a different bear.

Recently they had added another vampire to the coven, one who was practically as old as dirt and who shared his name. Seb, or Sebby as he hated to be called, could usually be found trying to be alone in the study and Bas always found amusement in messing with their new ally. He knocked hard on the door to the study, ”Hope you got yer pants on Sebby.” He announced before throwing the door open and strutting in, one could never be too careful when living in a house full of lonely vampire bros. The study was one of the more boring rooms in the manor, full of dusty old books and equally old and dusty junk. He wandered around the room a bit, touched one of the old knick knacks on the book shelf which subsequently fell and broke, and pretended, fairly poorly, like he was looking for a book. He opened a few books, closed them loudly, and put them back on the shelf. Bas seemed to have a talent for making more noise than was necessary no matter the situation. ”Whatcha up too? He asked the vampire who seemed to be sitting in a chair literally doing nothing.
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