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

[Bratty]

Her body slams against a wall as she feels it seeming to wretch from within, twisting. She turns so that she is on her knees, as she is trying to wretch up the blood. But nothing comes out. Still, her body resists, eyes becomming reddened from blood rising up and overtaking her. She gags and crawls inch by inch to the exit, gasping for something she does not need anymore.

It burns, oh Mama, it hurts so bad.

Yet she crawls anyway, snarling and gagging.

Cold washing over her body in ways she has never known. The kiss of Death. It is not a beautiful fairy tale where the kiss wakes the princess and she lives happily ever after.

She is the monster who will never wake up.

[frigidmagi]

Jason lifted his blood streaked head, seeming to almost sniff at the wind. His wounds were healing. He shoved himself to his feet leaving Wright to feed alone at the corspe. He surveyed the scene. What a mess. What a fucking mess.

"Damn." He was all he could say.

[Charon]

Marcus walked up to the body of the dead woman, she'd lost a lot of blood. After another quick glance to make sure all the kine were away he dragged her up to the car and began to drink. He didn't get much, but it gave him a fuller belly. Being this close to the flames was frightening, but relaxing because of it.

[Josh]

Wright lifted his head out of the gaping wounded he'd chewed to get access to the choice arteries and veins, eyes glazed over and head swaying drunkenly. He looked up at the flaming warehouse and groaned.

"Aaaah fuck..."

With that, his face plopped back into the wound.

[Cynical Cat]

Now that the gunfire was safely over, a horde of firefighters and cops would be on there way. The former to work, the latter to take bribes. And then there would be the reporters. Chicago's lattest gangland battle would be big news.

[Josh]

Slowly, painfully Wright dragged himself to his feet. He staggered over to lean on a car.

Okay, fine, he could handle this.

For damned sure this wasn't O'Banion. This was Cargo.

He reached down and collected Big Dog's tommy gun as he jammed blood through his system to heal.

He wasn't going to give the fucker time to realize the hit had failed and prepare defenses. He was going to go down to the fucking rail yards, kill Cargo and every goddamned long neck the fucker had in stock.

[Charon]

Marcus finished feeding and looked up at the almost completely engulfed warehouse. Well, so much for this place. He walked over to Wright.

"What happens if we just bolt now, no bribes given? And if we've got the time I think it's time we got ourselves some explosive toys to give back to Cargo."

[Josh]

"Fuck booms," he said. "We don't wait." He stooped down, collecting a spare drum of ammo for the Tommy gun. "He doesn't know if we made it or not. We hit the rat fuck now, we kill everything that moves."

He remembered how Rossi put it when they were planning to hit O'Banion's warehouse.

"We're going Carthage on his ass."

[Bratty]

Cassie had made it to the outside of the church, before curling into the corner of nearest piller in pain. How long had passed? Truth be told, it felt like an eternity, but was only a moment or two. The feeling of the body dying is something that pains within. Once the ecstasy of her bodily fluid sucking her existance down the drain of life was replaced with burning blood, everything changed. This was not like the blood she had received before. This blood consumed like a virus, taking over her body, and transforming her.

First, the body had to fully decay. The rotting must begin.

The pain she felt continued in agonizing waves, encompassed by the sensation of the heart no longer beating and the lungs no longer needing air. Much like suffocation or drowning, the feeling of helplessness as life slips further and further away. It hurts, the body and the soul. All Cassie can do is curl up into a ball. Inhuman sounds weeze from her. And then all is black - at least for Cassie.

Mary, on the other hand, wakes up in the corner. Goddamn that fucking Sadistic Prick! She will make him pay! It is fucking cold. Mary can hear the sounds in a distance she shouldnt be able to hear, and smell scents she should not be able to smell. Her nose lifts in the air as she inhales ferally, her tongue pressing against her reforming teeth as she does so. Meat. Fresh meat. BLoooooooooooooood!!! Her bloodshot eyes go red as she gets up in a hunched fashion, due to the crushed kneecap. Almost like an extra appendage, she drags her leg along as she scurries into the night, looking for blood. Mary is ALIVE!

[Charon]

Marcus grinned. "Always liked what the Romans did to Carthage. Wonder how much of the railyards will be left." Marcus began walking towards his car.

"Lets go then. Two of those bastards got away and are probably headed for Cargo. For now we've got the drop on him but in ten minutes that might change." Marcus reached in the back, grabbing his sword and his last pistol. "Best to avoid the authorities for now, back alleys?"

[Josh]

"This is my turf. Just follow me."

He passed by the back of the warehouse, grabbing an old rake that leaned against the wall, he snapped the handle in half, then stuck the Tommygun under his armpit and began whittling the broken handle down to a point...

[imperfect vision]

Holden simply watched as the two took off, and took a moment to catch his breath and use the properties of the blood to heal the bullet wounds and slashes in his corpse. He decided to search the bodies for anything interesting and leisurely walked away from the burning building.

[Cynical Cat]

As Wright and company walked away, Iron John's body began to decay at an accelarated pace. Flesh shrivelled and rotted on the bone as Wright's cronies and tools scuttled into the darkness of huddled down and waited for medical attention to arrive. As to where Wright was heading, that was his own business.

[Josh]

Wright guided Marcus (and presumably Jason) through the back ways of the rail yards, sneaking toward the area where they'd encountered Cargo before.

He had finished his improvised stake, and jammed it into his belt.

[Cynical Cat]

Mary scuttled forward as a beefy man in a soot stained suit headed down an alley in her direction. He kept looking behind him.

[Charon]

Marcus kept his blade at his side, keeping it as unnoticable as possible. Better to be safe than sorry. He spared a glance at the stake Wright had made. So he wanted him alive... this would make things more difficult.

[Bratty]

Thump thump. Thump Thump. Thump Thump.

She can hear the heartbeat echoing with maddening throb through her ears. She does not see a man, but a carrier of her sustinance.

Something awakens inside of her with the thrill of the first hunt. Thump Thump. Here kitty kitty kitty. THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Even in this single focused state, where her eyes have taken a reddish resilence and her newly formed fangs have exposed themselves, she seems to know to stay to the shadows. They enfold her in warm embrace, comforting like nothing else she has known. A love affair which has not even scratched the surface of its importance, not even had opportunity to unfold to its fullest.

Closer, Closer.

[Cynical Cat]

Marcus, Wright, and Jason made their way into the trainyard as firemen and policemen arrived on the scene. Flashbulbs wents off as photographers and reporters arrived in packs and began their own form of predation. The front page of every newspaper was being decided here. The year or so of peace in Chicago's gang wars had been broken violently. Those reporters with police contacts knew that this wasn't the first time Wright's place had been the site of a gun battle.

Back tracking to where they had first seen Cargo took a while. The vampire prowled through the mostly deserted trainyard until they reached the same general location. The vampires were presented with long rows of apparently deserted box cars and coal cars, with no sign of Cargo anywhere..

[Josh]

Wright hadn't expected him to just hang around this section of the yard every night, but if he regularly held the auctions out here, there was a good chance he'd leave a trail of some sort. Witnesses. People that could be persuaded to talk. He began prowling around.

[Charon]

Marcus kept within yelling distance, but went off to widen the search for witnesses. With any luck, he wouldn't run into Haakon again.

[imperfect vision]

Holden kept to the alleys, what with his shirt in the state that it was in, covered with what used to be useful Vitae. He didn't pay much attention to the kine resting in its shadows, nor to anything else really. He rubbed his forearm where he had been shot, a throwback to livelihood.

Damn, that was almost fun.

[Josh]

As he tracked along, something kept nagging at him. Finally, it struck him.

He stopped and stood upright with an abrupt curse. "FUCK!"

[Bratty]

She closes the distance, and by the time she shows herself from the shadows, she is right up on him. Her fangs expose, her mouth already forming grotesquely. A feral growl comes from her as she grabs him and pulls him forward to rip out his throat.

[Charon]

Marcus stopped his search and ran towards where he'd heard the yell. He stopped when he saw Wright, a hand was on his sword. "What is it?"

[Bratty]

Blood sprays all over her face as she hits an artery, literally spitting the chunk of flesh off to the side. The juice bag is held with inhuman strength, powered by a Hunger and Instinct that one cannot know in the mortal world. She greedily sucks at the wound. The blood consumes her, soothes her.