Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Charon]

Marcus sniffed the air, trying to pick out something beyond the smoke and blood. Perfume Did she wear perfume? He took another deep sniff.

[Cynical Cat]

The shadow spoke again. "I am waiting for you to renounce the Demiurge. Far worse fates await you if keep your faith in the Uncaring One."

[Cynical Cat]

If she did nothing lingered in the air. Not that being able to smell her over the smoke was likely.

[Charon]

With a curse Marcus looked around one last time. Nothing. She'd come back though. Marcus turned back down the alleyway and ran back towards the fight.

[Bratty]

What the hell does she care? Pride is the only thing that has kept Mary from spilling yet, but her face is torn wide open.

"I dont believe in god, the devil, angels, and I dont believe in you, you miserable fuck."

Cassie begins to cry. Oh god, he left her. He left her and Mary to rot in this creature's hands. She whispers softly, "Make it stop" Cassie's request is wrought with fear.

[imperfect vision]

Holden paused, watching. Damn. Just damn. He then snagged the nearest trash can, and emptied the contents as he ran with it to charge into battle yet again, giving the empty hunk of metal a nice heave at Big Dog.

[frigidmagi]

Jason rolled off the car... He needed a new plan... Rip the motherfuckers legs off one at a fucking time. He gathered himself and threw himself at the Blonde's neariest leg.

[Cynical Cat]

The shadow's voice was mild. "That's unfortunate. Devils, angels, and I definitely exist. You've been receiving evidence of that for a while. What doesn't exist is a merciful God who will lift a single finger to save you."

[Cynical Cat]

Big Dog staggered as the trashcan hit him. His distraction proved very timely for Jason as he charged.

[Josh]

Wright drooled blood on the ground and flopped about a bit, attempting a growl that came out more like a feeble mewl.

[Bratty]

Cassie weeps, "What do you want from us? Why do you do this?" She clutches at the darkness, writhing to try and get away.

Mary growls suddenly, "Any god would help those who help themselves. What the fuck does he need angels, devils, or YOU for?"

Cassie begs, Please Mary, Dont make this worse.

Mary snaps back, worse than your god? I am beginnin' to think you are the crazy one.

[Cynical Cat]

The shadow laughed. "You stupid bitch. I never said a word about serving God. You're the one who came in here and knelt at his altar. You bent your kneck like a good sacrifice and I'm here to take it because God doesn't give a shit. The Demiurge's throne crumbles and that which predates his feeble creation will hold sway on the rest of the universe. It seems that you're too stupid to graps that. And the True Powers demand that stupidity be punished. How shall I punish you?"

[frigidmagi]

Jason slammed into Blondie's leg, his fist smashing at his kneecap the other grapping and pulling his ankle up and away. His fangs plunged into the back of his prey's thigh seeking to rend and tear tendons and hamstrings.

[Cynical Cat]

Jason's impact knocked Big Dog down. The Caitiff's fangs tore through muslce and the ghoul screamed. Sweat, precious blood filled Jason's mouth as he savaged Big Dog.

[Bratty]

Mary grows silent. She is out of her league. Cassie looks up at the rafters, eyes heavenbound. She confesses her sins, no longer hiding behind Mary, "You are right. He isn't here. He doesn't care."

Her eyes level on him, frightened but with newfound realization. "I am going to die, aren't I?" Her voice shaking as she says it, but somewhere in her soul, she was prepared from the time she was in the basement.

[frigidmagi]

Jason's fangs tore deeper seeking more, his left arm shot out to grab at the ghoul's head seeking to slam it against the pavement.

[Josh]

Snarling weakly, Wright dragged himself over. It wasn't even an enemy he was seeking anymore, his fuddled brain too far gone at the moment to even be more than vaguely aware of events, shadows of light, noise, and the scent of sweet, sweet blood. Grabbing the nearest available chunk of Big Dog, he sank his fangs in and began to drink.

[Cynical Cat]

"That depends," the shadow said. "Is death a suitable enough punishment for your stupidity?"

[Charon]

Marcus reached the fight as the caitiff grabbed onto the man and bit down. Fucking hell. He made a quick look to see where the kine were.

[Cynical Cat]

The two mauled vampires crawled over the ghoul, hands graping fangs tearing. He was strong. He strungled. To no avail. His strength was waning as their's waxed.

[Bratty]

There are things worse than death? Her brow furrows, contorting in pain, she closes her eyes.

"You have taken from me the one thing I still held in my heart. What else can you take from me?" Her eyes open, sadness intermixing with the fear.

[Cynical Cat]

"Whatever I wish to," the shadow replied. "For I am armed with the Truth and I am strong while you are weak and ignorant."

[imperfect vision]

Holden narrowed his eyes and leapt onto 'Dog, intending to use his weight to trap him for the others. No need to feed, nothing a good tailor and a day's rest won't fix, he rationalizes.

[Bratty]

"T-truth?" She is shaking now almost violently. She has never been this frightened before in her entire life. Now she is faced with the unknown and it strips her bare.

She tries with the remainder of her strength to free herself of this demon, external and internal, and run.

[Cynical Cat]

The shadow growls. "Yes, you stupid cunt the Truth that I have been sharing with you that your feeble mind seems to refuse to grasp. I want you to remember this: if you had never entered this building you would have been gone about your cow life as you had before. If you had shown a little wisdom you would have left here unharmed and enlightened. You would possess the Truth. What happens to you know, you deserve."

The seized her and bit her throat. There was a brief explosion of savage pain and then unimaginable ecstasy as her life flowed away. Her eyelids fluttered, her conciousness ebbed and then the pleasure ended and something that warmed her insides and scalded them as well trickled down her throat.

The shadow threw his fledgling across the church. "Don't worry about your cheek. That's the least of your worries. Wonder about how the Embrace treats your leg. Could go either way." The shadow raised his hands and spoke something in a language not ment for human throats. Green flames blasted the ceiling of the church.

"I would leave soon if I were you," said the shadow as he walked away, leaving his new childe alone in the agonies of a Nosferatu rebirth.