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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 11, 2011 18:38:49 GMT -5
 .x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
The playful banter of two vampires, playing like there had never been anything to come between them, a wedge to force them apart. Two vampires each over a century old, one over a millenia or several, and neither seeming to notice the fact that things were really not going well for either. But Gloria was better at soaking up change than Michael was - he wasn't used to living without his daughter, even though he'd done it once before... Her instincts and information were better than his, and she'd helped him get this far. Now it was just a matter of finally managing to track Rachel, to find his way to her without causing her any more problems. Because for him not to be able to find her for three years, she must have a lot of problems she wanted to keep him out of. Michael wasn't one to enjoy being 'protected', especially not by his daugher. He was supposed to look after her, not the other way around...
And so the vampire found himself in the Olympic ranges, moving slowly as he concentrated on the spotty scent. Rachel had not been here in some time, so her scent was weeks old and not easy to track. In places it'd been washed away altogether. But of course there were other scents here. The Cullens had moved away long ago, but vampires tended to flock to this place thinking they were still here. What was Rachel doing in this place? Either she'd completely missed the vampires and managed to avoid them - she was good at this - or she'd gotten caught up with them and shit was happening for her. Either way, he was fairly concerned about his little girl...
The man tracked and hunted slowly, stepping over rough ground below him in muddy converse and jeans frayed at the ankles. His top half was in better condition, due to the fact that his leather tended not to get dirty easily, but his hair was its usual messy style and his gold eyes dark with thirst.
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 15, 2011 22:32:18 GMT -5
Roland did not really plan on staying here long, he had just wanted to see this place that had been a shelter to so many vampires for a long time. He was just curious, there had been a rather large coven here and the only human deaths had been from basically one grope of vampires that had passed though. He was wondering if there was something here that stopped the from needing human blood besides plain animal blood. He had tried to hunt animals, but he had lasted about three weeks. The smell of human blood had been to tempting. So he had decided to see what there was about this place that made so many vamps not kill humans.
He had been in Washington for about two days and had finally made it to the Olympic peninsula. It was a nice place, but there was lots of green... to much green. He felt like he was basically in some sort of mold world. He had just killed an animal and was rather put out to say that the damn dear tasted like the hundreds of other damn dears he had swilled. Whipping the blood off his hands and onto a tree he looked down at the dead animal then left. He was only walking for a few moments when he caught the sent of another vampire. Growling he narrowed his eyes and looked around trying to find the vampire. |
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 15, 2011 22:46:09 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
The scent he smelled... It was too familiar. Too... Dangerous. And immediately he knew where it came from. Nova. The vampire was stricken with grief, staring down at the bite on his hand. It'd not been enough. Nova had died, despite the effort he'd put in to save her that day. He'd prolonged her life, but really had just delayed her eventual death at, for all he knew, the hands of humans. Hard eyes darted around, scanning for one of the three faces he knew the scent could belong to. Two vampires had been killed, but three had managed to run. One, because he'd been too injured to fight and by the time he was able to get up could only run. Gloria's pretty little 'army' had been decimated within the hour.
"You..." The vampire quite literally spat venom. Everything felt black. Not only was his temper weakened by worrying about Rachel, this vampire had just brought back to him the memories of the last time Michael failed to protect someone he loved. Where... He could hear the growling, and it was easy enough to pinpoint a general direction through scent, but he couldn't yet see the vampire. That was easy fixed; he followed the scent, refraining from the urge to growl himself in return. And the moment his gold eyes found the other, Michael knew he was right. It was like looking at the opposite of himself. Similar black hair and the same white skin, but with red eyes instead of his own gold.
"Still can't control your bloodlust? I'll never forgive Gloria for creating you filth..."
Hatred was an almost-painful thing. He should forgive this vampire - it wasn't his fault that he'd been young, no more than a newborn and had never been taught how to control his need for blood - but Michael just couldn't. He didn't know how. He couldn't let go of the fact that his daughter was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. No way to bring her back. And so all he could feel was hatred, in vain.
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 16, 2011 0:33:16 GMT -5
It did not take Roland long to realize that he knew who that small belonged to. He recognized it as much as he would have recognized his creators and his old cove. He was the one that had killed his friends. All because of some little human he was probably keeping as a pet, or a late dinner. Cracking his knuckles he waited for the other vampire. He remembered that they had been similar in appearance, except Roland had been shorter than him, it had been rather unfair to him.
When the taller, yellow eyes vampire came into his view he halfway smirked and halfway bared his teeth at him. He studied the vampire for a moment, still snailing and smirking at him. "Well if your to old to smell or see I'll just tel you that my last meal was a god awful dear a few miles back. How is the old crone by the way havn't seen her in a long time" He said in a snaky voice and pushed some of the long black strands of hair out of his face. Staring at his with his amber colored eyes Roland cracked his knuckles again, waiting to see if there would be a fight. |
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 16, 2011 0:59:19 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
And the kid hadn't gotten any smarter, either. Michael was considering whether it would be kinder to kill him now, or let him live a bit longer, drag it out; he didn't want to let the idiot off easily. A vampire like him, who couldn't control himself, should not by rights last very long. Had Michael been human, he might have been shaking from anger. His breath might have started to come more rapidly and his heartrate might have jumped up. None of these things happened. The older vampire was completely motionless apart from the clenching of his jaw being the only thing to give away his slowly rising anger. The majority of Rachel's temper came from her mother, but that didn't mean he hadn't contributed.
"I can see." His words were clipped. "I can see the amber in your eyes, but I can see the red. I could kill you right now, watch your venom stain my hands, with no remorse. Whatsoever." There was a flicker of movement in his eyes; for just a moment they narrowed, before returning to the previous position. "The same way I killed your leader, the one who gave me this scar. The same way you tried to kill her."
He barely noticed the way the other spoke about Gloria. No, he didn't care. It was not his place to defend Gloria's 'honour' or to take offence at what was said about her. It was just his place to tear apart anyone who so much as attempted to lay a finger on his family.
"Put it this way: you're only still walking because you found enough dumb luck and instinct to run off. What was it like to get beaten up by a girl? By a half-breed?"
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 18, 2011 19:25:17 GMT -5
Roland smirked at him. He could see he was angry, but it was still fun. He had never really had time to mature, hell he'd only been 23 when he had been changed. He was probably no where near being a mature adult at the time. So he was probably not the best when dealing with angry people. It was clear that the vampire would attack him soon, but Roland had never been the smartest when it came to these sort of things. He seamed to have just gotten him dumb boy hormones times ten when he had been hanged.
When he listened to the older vamp he rolled his eyes, similar to a teenager being told of by a teacher. Cracking his knuckles eh waited till he was over. "Whatever, its not like i try to eat just any pretty girl on the street... At least most of the time. But i like to mix it up, animals can you blame me?" He said, giving the other vampire a cheesy smart ass smile. When he herd the older one speaking about Samuel he started growling. Sam had been his friend, its not his fault that Samuel had smelled blood and gone in for it. The had just been new bornes. He hadn't realized that he had grabbed onto the tree till he felt the wood shattered in his hand then fall to the ground in thousands of tiny bits of sawdust. Looking he saw the indent he had make in the still standing tree that was about the size of his fist. He was still pissed off that the only thing he heared from the other vampire was the word half breed. "A what?" He asked looking at his quizzicaly. Hearing that had made the science nerd on Roland come out. |
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 18, 2011 22:28:51 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
And he didn't even have control of his own strength... Not too hard, if it came down to it, to kill this vampire. All it would require was to trigger the kid's instincts for fight. But it seemed that his old enemy was distracted at the mention of Nova. It was not unusual for people to be curious about hybrids, but for them to break off from insulting and go straight to questioning... A bit odd. Michael didn't let this minor surprise show on his face, nor did he allow the question to throw him off guard. He was still considering killing the kid...
"Not your business. But a half-breed. A half vampire. Nova. My daughter. You knew there was something odd about her smell. You knew that she wasn't a normal human. And yet you still tried to kill her."
Now he just sounded more hurt; the tone of his voice changed ever so slightly, indicating just how much he missed her. How much he would be willing to do to see this vampire suffer. Because, despite the true cause for Nova's death, vampires were to blame in his mind. He was a vampire, and if it hadn't been for his species, she never would've been in the position to be hunted in the first place.
"Everyone does stupid shit sometimes. Your friend had it easy; I killed him before he could do too much damage."
Stepping forward, Michael made it quite clear he was about to attack. He wasn't one to just jump at someone from thin air and hope to get the right angle. His body was instead crouched, eyes locked on his target, waiting for the fight or flight reflex of his adversary to kick in. Not obvious attack... While he moving in from the front, he didn't plan on attacking from that angle. Michael knew it would be best to confuse him, make him think he was coming from one way, then come from another. Gloria likely never taught her expendable children the basics of combat like she'd taught Michael. The difference? She'd actually cared whether Michael lived or died? He didn't know. But he did know he was about to kill another vampire, and the first in four years.
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 25, 2011 20:50:04 GMT -5
Roland had a feeling he might not walk out of this meeting alive. He wasn't certain exactly why he had this vampire hated him, besides the fact that he tried to kill the dark haired girl. When he spoke it for Roland's attention even more. He didn't know vampires could have children... but it was an interesting theory he would not exactly mind testing out. "How where we supposed to know, we where hungry i didn't know she was different till the bitch floored me. And i mean shes alive isn't she last I checked it was us that was running away and you and her celebrating around a funereal pier of our friends body's." Roland hadn't really been paying attention to the sound of his voice, if he had he might have been a bit more respectful to him... maybe. just a little.
His eyes narrowed when he was told his friends had it easy. No they did not, if they had gotten it easy they would still be alive. They where dead so in his book they had gotten it hard. He agreed with the older vampires words that people did stupid shit but not about his friends having it easy. Roland never really took his eyes off the other vamp. He didn't trust him. He wasn't going to attack but he wasn't certain that the old man would not attack him out of revenge. He would fight if he had to, but he hadn't ever really fraught that much after the first few years, so he wasn't really looking to fight with him, but it it was his ass on the line he might fight... but there was a better chance he would just run... and maybe swim to Asia... but that was just depending on the other vamp. |
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 25, 2011 21:36:26 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
He could smell the repulsive animal blood on him, but it wasn't going to be enough to save the kid. Where were his instincts, though? Michael knew it was not normal for another vampire to calmly defend themselves using words; someone like this kid should be running for his life by now, like he had the last time things had gone to shit for him. The boy's words about Nova bit right into Michael; he couldn't believe the nerve of this idiot who must know he was looking at a vampire willing to kill him. Michael already had tried to kill him...
"Watch your mouth! She's dead." Just like the words he spoke, Michael's voice was cold and rather anguised. "Killing vampires may not be enough to save her, but it sure as hell makes me feel better about you filth. If you don't want to die, I'll give you one last chance: get out of here. Go." It was a free pass. One that Michael didn't quite enjoy, but he wasn't sure if he could kill this vampire, if he truly wanted to see him die. He might just pull him apart and then leave him to figure out the rest, but even that would be unneccesary for the kid. And Michael was leaving too many tracks here. "I know you don't trust me; I don't care. Just go."
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 25, 2011 22:26:40 GMT -5
Roland could tel that he had hit a nerve with the older vamp. He was not certain if that was going to lead to him getting out of here alive or being, for lack of a better word, cremated hear in the woods. He was hoping he would be able to talk his way out if the brute chose the latter but he was not thinking so. Getting into a more protective stance he watched him, waiting for a sine to ether fight or flee.
He knew he was probably gonna get killed by the vamps response to what he said. How was he supposed to know she was dead. It wasn't like he had killed her. If he had then Brutus over there would have tracked his sorry ass down and turned him into tinder about 90 years ago. He could not help himself with his next reply. "How did she die? Ya eat her?" He asked a smart ass smile on his face. After less that a fraction of a secant he realized that he might have just sinned his contract to be fire wood.
It seamed before the vampire fully herd his comment he offered him an out. Roland was not stupid... most of the time. So he took the out, rather similar to a bat flying out of hell. He was not certain how far he would make it before the older guy tracked his ass down and used him to roast marshmallows, but he intended to try and get as far away as possible. But then again, Roland had never really been known for his speed. |
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 25, 2011 22:38:18 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
Of all the stupid, idiotic, smartass remarks that the kid could have made, that had to be the worst. Michael found himself slightly stunned for a moment, but his eyes were fixed on the spot where the vampire had stood. The kid was running; right now, running was not going to be enough. Michael was a good few inches taller, and was not afraid to use that strength to his advantage as he followed his prey, taking more time than he'd like to make up the head start he'd given. But eventually he was upon the idiot, almost literally. All he could think of was getting his arm around his neck, tearing flesh from flesh and watching the idiot burn. He'd given him chances. He'd done all that he could do to avoid turning his prey into a vampire jigsaw
Finally Michael managed to grab his shoulder, using the momentum of the run to pull him up short. Expert arms dropped the kid to the ground, Michael holding him down by shoving his foot up against the chest of the smaller vampire. He knew the pressure was enough to not only hurt but to break a vampire - Michael had been a tough sort of guy in his human life, and anger didn't become him well. He leaned down so that his face was closer, his eyes narrowed.
"You. Want. To die. Don't you?"
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Mar 25, 2011 23:42:47 GMT -5
Roland was surprised that he had gotten as far as he had before he ate the dirt. he knew that the vamp would be piss mad, so he was just hoping that he could at least keep his life. Maybe if he just acted pathetic it would help. He seriously douted the though. He at least hoped that he would be put to good use at firewood. maybe roast a marshmallow or two. He let out a yeps when he felt arms grab him.
He had never been one to fight, at least not after he had stupidly killed his brother, but he would try his hardest not to get riped up. Feeling himself being flipped over and a foot put to his chest he hissed like a cornered cat. Giving it his strength he swung his leg upward trying to get him where it hurt and making him let go. He also tried to claw at his legs. hoping the other would let go. Roland knew he did not have size on his side, but he was hoping that he could use all his cheep fighting tricks to get out of the jam he found himself in. |
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 26, 2011 1:20:30 GMT -5
 .x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
This was getting beyond a joke now. Rachel knew she needed blood. Her human food could only sustain her for so long, and given she refused to bite anyone - should have tried with that annoying human chick who kept smoking in front of her, but there were too many people - Rachel was having serious iron-deficiency problems. Her skin was pale and she felt uncharacteristically tired; thus, the girl could realise she needed to hunt. She'd never fed on animal blood before... Tasted it, but never actually fed on it. Rachel knew this was going to be a new experience for her. And while she wasn't exactly happy about that, blood was blood and she'd make do.
But an unfamiliar, and yet also a familiar, scent pricked at her nose and pulled her up short. Vampire, but what was he doing here? There was another with him, one that she didn't recognise. Was she too late? No; he'd never lost a fight. He would never lose a fight. But what if he was already gone, and she'd completely missed him? She followed the scent, not going far before it cut out and there was no more she could track. Damn you, Gloria, her mind cursed, not even having a face to put to her father's sire and the one who'd taught him to hide his trails. The way she was going it would be easy for her to follow him in the polar opposite direction. But, blindly, the girl picked her way through the bush. She was just a little girl again, searching for her father in the forest... She remembered the last time that'd happened... She never could find him - he'd managed to trace her frantic searching and find her. That was before she even really had a sense of direction, though, and Rachel wasn't looking for a repeat.
"Dad..."
Well, at least she wasn't too late. But where had all these vampires suddenly come from? First that little German girl, and now this guy. She tensed as she saw the movement of the other vampire's leg swinging up in an attempt to throw her father off his chest. It was like watching a fight between two brothers, and it actually seemed to creep Rachel out. She couldn't do anything, though. Yes, vampires were dangerous. Yes, this one had red eyes. That was the biggest difference between the two: the eyes. Rachel suddenly found the urge to run, but not after three years.
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Post by Michael Stryker on Mar 26, 2011 1:34:13 GMT -5
.x. .x. Michael Robert Stryker
So Darken Your Clothes or Strike a Violent Pose;
Maybe They'll Leave you Alone, but Not Me...
He didn't have a lighter... But honestly, how hard would it be to destroy this monster? Vampire venom was among the most flammable substances Michael had come across in his time on the earth. Incredibly stable, but flick a light to it and it'd go up in smoke like pine oil. He would have been able to avoid the strike if his attention had not been suddenly diverted by the scent of blood. And this was no human blood. Then her voice, as she broke through the treeline and, keeping her distance, spoke in the high voice he'd missed so much. Michael felt the pain as the blow made contact and his leg buckled; it was the first time in a century and a half someone had managed to hit him so hard. Not to mention that he could hear the ripping of his already-dirty jeans as his prey clawed at his leg. That too tended to hurt, but not as much as the first desperate attempt this idiot made to stay alive.
Michael dropped his knee onto the kid's chest as he fought away the pain, throwing his left hand up against the vampire's neck in an attempt to still him. He wasn't ready to kill him yet but with the distraction of Rachel suddenly showing up he had to immobilise the kid fast. Didn't want a repeat.
"Get out of here," he called to her, worried what might happen if the guy happened to smell her blood. He didn't even look up at her; his eyes were fixed on the vampire and on trying to avoid being torn apart himself. "Rachel! Go..."
He was still in pain, though, and his hold wasn't exactly the greatest. Though Rachel could defend herself if it came to it the scar on his wrist reminded him how dangerous that was.
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Post by Roland DeLuca on Apr 6, 2011 22:51:37 GMT -5
Roland had thought that his plan might work, but it had worked a bit better. He'd almost expected the bastard to no be affected at all, but it helped. He had almost gotten out until he was distracted by the sent of blood. He had not smelled something like that he had not smelled in 80 years. it was still a very attractive sent, but not as attractive as it had been and not as attractive as humans. But it was all the distracting that was needed for him to end up with the older vamps knee on his chest.
Feeling an arm against his neck he growled as he looked from the vamp to the hybrid. He was almost in shock, the girl looked like the hybrid that he had just been told was dead. looking at her he was almost speechless at the site of her. Even if she was not exactly like some of the vampire chicks he'd been with in his 80 years she was very attractive. "So you had another one did you?" He asked looking up at Michael with an eye brow raised and a smart ass smile. "She looks rather similar to her sister don't you think?" He asked him. Turning his head to face her he smiled. "Hi beautiful, I'm Roland." He said to her smiling at her. |
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