Jul172008
04:38:38 pm
04:38:38 pm
Past Role Play Segment - And By Night, They Walked
Trembling and quivering madly, he hastily popped open the black and grey film container, pouring the small, round, red pills into the palm of his shaking hand. The drugs spilt out in numbers he did not require, consequently causing him to groan impatiently and in a loud, aggravated manner, as he attempted to sort out just two, while pouring the rest back in to its camouflaged canister. Hurriedly stuffing the container back into his jean pocket, the man, who appeared just under thirty, threw his head back, throwing the pair of pills in his mouth, and swallowed.
Letting out his breath, he placed his sturdy hands on top of the sink, allowing it to support his weight as he leaned there for a moment, head down, allowing the drugs to kick in, thereby enabling his trembling muscles to relax and return to normal.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, rolling his neck around, popping it back into place.
Lifting his head, the man forced himself to look into the mirror, whose modern silver frame was just as brilliant as the day it had been attached to that wall. His hair, somewhat disheveled, around four or so inches long off his head, was pure white, though not with age, and his scruffily sideburns grew all the way down to his jaw bone. Despite its unwashed condition, his hair was healthy and young, and, had it been properly taken care of, would have reflected that of perhaps a model in a magazine at a salon. His eyes, his right blue and the left green, were dazzling, radiantly more colorful than the average person without the aid of contacts. He didn't possess any beard, but did have hints of one, where small, prickly, persistent white hairs grew in - his five o'clock shadow.
Sighing, the man ran a hand through his hair once, causing it to stand up slightly more, before withdrawing himself from the public restroom, which, currently, he had been the only one occupying.
He emerged out into a semi-dim, vast, open room, whose walls were made of powerful steel, and whose ceiling stretched on for what seemed like ever, closing off in a dome-shape at its highest point. This was the Empire State Building of the underground, though whose purpose was to serve as a common meeting ground and safe-haven for his kind, the most trusted sanctuary, known only as "The Shelter," a covert named that could be easily referred to on the surface, above ground. It had quickly become the most popular of all the buildings of the underground for him and others like him, as it was easily the safest and largest. In addition, it lay just under - a full 300 feet under - the city of Phoenix, Arizona. This was only one of hundreds of compounds that none other than the United States government had built for his kind, all of which were either connected by a series of tunnels if they were close, or by their own transportation system, via a magnetically levitated train, capable of speeds up to six hundred miles per hour.
It all was far more than he himself had ever dreamed possible, and all these modern commodities easily surpassed anything he had personally owned, lived in, or experienced while living up above ground. Prior to settling down in the earth, he had experienced his share of bargain motels and nights alone under bridges or in alleyways, suppressing his now instinctual urges and stealing and pick-pocketing for money and food. That all had changed since coming here. Well, for the most part. He still enjoyed thieving whenever possible.
"Velganos," called a man to him from over by the water fountain who appeared to be around his age. "It's dusk! Are you going out tonight? It's a full moon, you know..." His voice trailed off as his lips formed a menacing smile.
Vel grimaced before he turned around to face the man addressing him. "Yes," Velganos answered shortly, patting the slight bulge from the canister in his pocket. "I think I will."
~
"You're not serious?" asked the scrawny, short man - though one could hardly call him a man. He was perhaps in his early twenties and still in college.
The woman sitting across from him, far the contrast in appearance, with her tall, slender, yet curvy body, nodded slowly, a tantalizing smile present on her rouge lips. "Oh, but I am."
Beyond her noticeably pale, almost sickly complexion, she was a sight to be had, and often was, by countless men within the crowded bar that night. Her medium-length brown hair was perfectly straight and often concealed one of her equally brown eyes, causing her to lift a finger, sweeping it away with sensual grace, then returning her hands onto the black hardwood veneer tabletop, she would tap her long nails in a seductive fashion in front of this mistake of a man.
"R-Really?" stuttered the man sitting across from her. "Well, alright, but I don't have a car. I just called a taxi, b-but I can go to the pay phone now and get another one!"
Taxi? A pay phone? This human was even more of an embarrassment than she had thought.
"No, there's no need," the woman replied quickly. "We can...go 'round back." She softly placed one of her slender hands on his, causing him to jerk nervously. "I think that should be more than fine. Don't you?"
"Back?" the small man questioned in a high-pitched voice which she thought suited him. "Y-Yeah," he laughed uncomfortably. "That'd work! Let's go then. I mean, if y-you're ready?"
The brunette had to make a conscious effort to not roll her eyes in humiliation. "Quite."
With her male escort, who was even shorter than she, the woman exited the bar, consequently causing a number of the more attractive men to offer her an array of questionable looks. The couple made their way around back. It was only around seven o'clock or so, yet the streets of Phoenix were already filling up this pleasantly warm Friday night.
Once the two were in the privacy of the back of the pub, out of sight, the man started to turn around to face her, asking, "Um, what was your name again?"
"Syrena," she replied, a less than fake grin on her face now.
Before he turned around fully, Syrena threw out her arm with such force, that it caused the frail, little man to fly up into the air and land up against the brick wall. Before the confused man had time to stand, she pulled him up, lifting him with one hand off the ground, so that he was eye-level with her. His expression turned to utter fear as she gazed into his frightened wide-eyes.
"I always love a cheap meal."
With that, Syrena, whose white fangs were clearly more evident now, sank into the man's thin neck, sucking the blood from his veins, allowing the warm fluid to caress the back of her tongue until every last drop had been drank.
"Ah," said the woman, appearing no older than a mere eighteen, throwing down the lifeless body near the dumpster. "Well that was a nice appetizer." Turning her attention back towards the busy streets, whose street lights just flickered on, she grinned wickedly. "Now time for the main course."
Letting out his breath, he placed his sturdy hands on top of the sink, allowing it to support his weight as he leaned there for a moment, head down, allowing the drugs to kick in, thereby enabling his trembling muscles to relax and return to normal.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, rolling his neck around, popping it back into place.
Lifting his head, the man forced himself to look into the mirror, whose modern silver frame was just as brilliant as the day it had been attached to that wall. His hair, somewhat disheveled, around four or so inches long off his head, was pure white, though not with age, and his scruffily sideburns grew all the way down to his jaw bone. Despite its unwashed condition, his hair was healthy and young, and, had it been properly taken care of, would have reflected that of perhaps a model in a magazine at a salon. His eyes, his right blue and the left green, were dazzling, radiantly more colorful than the average person without the aid of contacts. He didn't possess any beard, but did have hints of one, where small, prickly, persistent white hairs grew in - his five o'clock shadow.
Sighing, the man ran a hand through his hair once, causing it to stand up slightly more, before withdrawing himself from the public restroom, which, currently, he had been the only one occupying.
He emerged out into a semi-dim, vast, open room, whose walls were made of powerful steel, and whose ceiling stretched on for what seemed like ever, closing off in a dome-shape at its highest point. This was the Empire State Building of the underground, though whose purpose was to serve as a common meeting ground and safe-haven for his kind, the most trusted sanctuary, known only as "The Shelter," a covert named that could be easily referred to on the surface, above ground. It had quickly become the most popular of all the buildings of the underground for him and others like him, as it was easily the safest and largest. In addition, it lay just under - a full 300 feet under - the city of Phoenix, Arizona. This was only one of hundreds of compounds that none other than the United States government had built for his kind, all of which were either connected by a series of tunnels if they were close, or by their own transportation system, via a magnetically levitated train, capable of speeds up to six hundred miles per hour.
It all was far more than he himself had ever dreamed possible, and all these modern commodities easily surpassed anything he had personally owned, lived in, or experienced while living up above ground. Prior to settling down in the earth, he had experienced his share of bargain motels and nights alone under bridges or in alleyways, suppressing his now instinctual urges and stealing and pick-pocketing for money and food. That all had changed since coming here. Well, for the most part. He still enjoyed thieving whenever possible.
"Velganos," called a man to him from over by the water fountain who appeared to be around his age. "It's dusk! Are you going out tonight? It's a full moon, you know..." His voice trailed off as his lips formed a menacing smile.
Vel grimaced before he turned around to face the man addressing him. "Yes," Velganos answered shortly, patting the slight bulge from the canister in his pocket. "I think I will."
~
"You're not serious?" asked the scrawny, short man - though one could hardly call him a man. He was perhaps in his early twenties and still in college.
The woman sitting across from him, far the contrast in appearance, with her tall, slender, yet curvy body, nodded slowly, a tantalizing smile present on her rouge lips. "Oh, but I am."
Beyond her noticeably pale, almost sickly complexion, she was a sight to be had, and often was, by countless men within the crowded bar that night. Her medium-length brown hair was perfectly straight and often concealed one of her equally brown eyes, causing her to lift a finger, sweeping it away with sensual grace, then returning her hands onto the black hardwood veneer tabletop, she would tap her long nails in a seductive fashion in front of this mistake of a man.
"R-Really?" stuttered the man sitting across from her. "Well, alright, but I don't have a car. I just called a taxi, b-but I can go to the pay phone now and get another one!"
Taxi? A pay phone? This human was even more of an embarrassment than she had thought.
"No, there's no need," the woman replied quickly. "We can...go 'round back." She softly placed one of her slender hands on his, causing him to jerk nervously. "I think that should be more than fine. Don't you?"
"Back?" the small man questioned in a high-pitched voice which she thought suited him. "Y-Yeah," he laughed uncomfortably. "That'd work! Let's go then. I mean, if y-you're ready?"
The brunette had to make a conscious effort to not roll her eyes in humiliation. "Quite."
With her male escort, who was even shorter than she, the woman exited the bar, consequently causing a number of the more attractive men to offer her an array of questionable looks. The couple made their way around back. It was only around seven o'clock or so, yet the streets of Phoenix were already filling up this pleasantly warm Friday night.
Once the two were in the privacy of the back of the pub, out of sight, the man started to turn around to face her, asking, "Um, what was your name again?"
"Syrena," she replied, a less than fake grin on her face now.
Before he turned around fully, Syrena threw out her arm with such force, that it caused the frail, little man to fly up into the air and land up against the brick wall. Before the confused man had time to stand, she pulled him up, lifting him with one hand off the ground, so that he was eye-level with her. His expression turned to utter fear as she gazed into his frightened wide-eyes.
"I always love a cheap meal."
With that, Syrena, whose white fangs were clearly more evident now, sank into the man's thin neck, sucking the blood from his veins, allowing the warm fluid to caress the back of her tongue until every last drop had been drank.
"Ah," said the woman, appearing no older than a mere eighteen, throwing down the lifeless body near the dumpster. "Well that was a nice appetizer." Turning her attention back towards the busy streets, whose street lights just flickered on, she grinned wickedly. "Now time for the main course."
Her long strides were confident, a reflection of her straight posture and high chin. The young woman was filled with more self esteem than any others her age (or rather, what appeared to be her age), so much so, that it almost seemed unnatural, giving her the appearance as if something was just off about her, something unusual. None the less, the girl turned heads from boys and men of all ages as she strolled down the sidewalk that evening. It filled her with exuberance when the occasional car would honk its horn at her or a stranger passing by would whistle or make some remark. She loved the attention. She had lived longer than a lifetime, but one thing this young woman had never grown tired of was the way people - both men and women - observed her with anxious, flirtatious, and jealous eyes, unable to resist the slight chance that she would perhaps meet their gaze in return.
This was the way that Syrena thought and the way that she perceived herself. It was not that far off from the truth, but gave her the overwhelming sense of arrogance and a vain appeal. She had not a care in the world, for she was over 300 years old and feared not even death.
Rounding a corner and entering a small alleyway, the girl, whose wicked brown eyes flashed slyly, leapt up into the air with ease and poise, landing with more grace than even a cat could muster atop an anonymous building. She broke into a run, gliding from rooftop to rooftop, her elevation increasing with each building, as she darted and flew, eventually reaching the higher of the buildings, whose roofs dared to pierce the very sky itself. The lower clouds of the night had kissed the rooftops that Syrena shot through, dampening her crimson camisole and dark wash skinny jeans.
Suddenly, just as quickly as she had accelerated, she stopped, pausing. She focused her ears, which far surpassed any human's, honing in on the area where the near silent gunshots had been fired. She gazed out across the city, but the sound had not been born there. Rather, its location she pinpointed to one of the nearby buildings, somewhere from the rooftops not far.
Curious, she thought to herself, and continued on in search of a bit of excitement, unsure of all that this night had yet to reveal to her.
~
The ride to the surface was surprisingly short, or at least, it would have been surprising, had he not have familiarized himself with the passage countless times prior. The steel, oval elevators were all but silent and smooth, operating on a completely different scale than those on the surface. Feeling privileged, Velganos thought himself one of the few lycans to appreciate all that had been given to them, provided by their great government. True, he thought, they did only spend millions of the tax payer's dollars on all this to simply get them out of the public's hair, but in the process, they had granted his kind (along with the vampires, whom he chose not to reflect on regularly) a peaceful, safe place that was extraordinarily contemporary and appealing.
Once the elevator's doors opened, an equally modern room with glass, steel, and marble was revealed to him. It was the headquarters of Primal United, a facility owned and operated by the very teams of government, or the subdivisions to be precise, that had pulled for their subsurface cities in the first place. Primal was, to the public, a government corporation which focused on trade - a Trade and Development Agency which "advances economic development and U.S. commercial interests in developing and middle income countries. The agency funds various forms of technical assistance, early investment analysis, training, orientation visits and business workshops that support the development of a modern infrastructure and a fair and open trading environment." However, behind the public's eyes, their true nature was human-interspecies relations. Primal United, simply put, was a association that united both vampires and lycans and who were the highest agency in charge of dealing with all legal matters concerning the two.
Velganos stepped out to be greeted with the recognizable scene of numerous business men and women about, completely wrapped up in their own personal agendas. The building itself mirrored the one below, in that the place stretched upward forever, a glorious skyscraper whose various levels housed unknown mysterious to Vel. Though the atmosphere wasn't all that dissimilar from that below, he still, to this day, couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that was ever persistent in his brain.
Walking wasn't a favorite pastime of his. Unlike some of his kind, whom had walked since their own day, back long before vehicles were ever invented, he had embraced all that technology had to offer. Of course, that isn't to say that he actually bought his own car. After regrettably feeding on a man who, more than likely, had no family to return home to (for he was dressed in the finest suit, drove the finest car, and was on his way home past midnight - clearly, he, at least in Vel's opinion, was not supporting a family), Velganos had made the best of the situation by allowing himself to take the now devoured man's car - a bright red 2005 Lamborghini.
The engine growled and hummed with the turn of the key. It was hard not to smile, at least slightly, with the purring of his prized vehicle. Stepping on the gas, Vel squealed out of the parking lot behind the looming building and flew out, disappearing down the street. Looking up, the moon was almost nearly fully visible now as the sun was setting in the west. The change would come before he had arrived. Thankfully, his windows were nearly black, tinted darker than the legal limit for the state of Arizona.
It happened at a stop light. The beast within him erupted, overtaking his physical form. Howling in agony, all Vel could do was clutch the wheel, his white knuckles sprouting fur within moments. Hastily, he removed his clothing, not wanting it to tear and rip to shreds as it often had in the past. Throwing it on the passengers seat, he sat there for but a moment, naked. All of the sudden, the realization occurred to him - he would be too big to fit in his seat. Thinking quickly, a hand flew down to the seat adjustments and he pushed it as far back as it would allow, leaving room for his enormous wolf body. By the time the light turned green and traffic began moving again, he was completely transformed.
The den was on the outskirts of town. The forest was a nature preserve, untouched in its majority by the public. It was the perfect place. He screeched his tires as he swung into a place to park his car, sliding somewhat as he did so - a signature 'hello' of his, which allowed those already present within the den to become aware of his presence.
Kicking the door open, which flew upward in its famous signature fashion, the large, white wolf fell out, causing the sports car to bounce up from the weight that it had been relieved of. Shaking his head, Velganos peered up, staring at the entrance only he and his pack knew of. To the average eye, it appeared to be nothing more than an old bunker, perhaps for a war, that had been closed and boarded up for many years. He of course knew better.
Letting an excited bark escape his jaws, Vel stammered towards the entrance and forced his way in, shoved the thick door closed behind him and emerging into the near pitch black entrance hallway, the sudden cool temperature change from the underground causing his fur to stand up. He payed little attention to the large conference-type rooms off to his sides and instead continued on straight, headed for one large meeting area he knew the rest of the pack would be. Would they all be transformed by now to?
The great white wolf stood on his hind legs before entering the room, which in turn caused him to walk with an almost petrifying lumber. He was here. He was home.
This was the way that Syrena thought and the way that she perceived herself. It was not that far off from the truth, but gave her the overwhelming sense of arrogance and a vain appeal. She had not a care in the world, for she was over 300 years old and feared not even death.
Rounding a corner and entering a small alleyway, the girl, whose wicked brown eyes flashed slyly, leapt up into the air with ease and poise, landing with more grace than even a cat could muster atop an anonymous building. She broke into a run, gliding from rooftop to rooftop, her elevation increasing with each building, as she darted and flew, eventually reaching the higher of the buildings, whose roofs dared to pierce the very sky itself. The lower clouds of the night had kissed the rooftops that Syrena shot through, dampening her crimson camisole and dark wash skinny jeans.
Suddenly, just as quickly as she had accelerated, she stopped, pausing. She focused her ears, which far surpassed any human's, honing in on the area where the near silent gunshots had been fired. She gazed out across the city, but the sound had not been born there. Rather, its location she pinpointed to one of the nearby buildings, somewhere from the rooftops not far.
Curious, she thought to herself, and continued on in search of a bit of excitement, unsure of all that this night had yet to reveal to her.
~
The ride to the surface was surprisingly short, or at least, it would have been surprising, had he not have familiarized himself with the passage countless times prior. The steel, oval elevators were all but silent and smooth, operating on a completely different scale than those on the surface. Feeling privileged, Velganos thought himself one of the few lycans to appreciate all that had been given to them, provided by their great government. True, he thought, they did only spend millions of the tax payer's dollars on all this to simply get them out of the public's hair, but in the process, they had granted his kind (along with the vampires, whom he chose not to reflect on regularly) a peaceful, safe place that was extraordinarily contemporary and appealing.
Once the elevator's doors opened, an equally modern room with glass, steel, and marble was revealed to him. It was the headquarters of Primal United, a facility owned and operated by the very teams of government, or the subdivisions to be precise, that had pulled for their subsurface cities in the first place. Primal was, to the public, a government corporation which focused on trade - a Trade and Development Agency which "advances economic development and U.S. commercial interests in developing and middle income countries. The agency funds various forms of technical assistance, early investment analysis, training, orientation visits and business workshops that support the development of a modern infrastructure and a fair and open trading environment." However, behind the public's eyes, their true nature was human-interspecies relations. Primal United, simply put, was a association that united both vampires and lycans and who were the highest agency in charge of dealing with all legal matters concerning the two.
Velganos stepped out to be greeted with the recognizable scene of numerous business men and women about, completely wrapped up in their own personal agendas. The building itself mirrored the one below, in that the place stretched upward forever, a glorious skyscraper whose various levels housed unknown mysterious to Vel. Though the atmosphere wasn't all that dissimilar from that below, he still, to this day, couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that was ever persistent in his brain.
Walking wasn't a favorite pastime of his. Unlike some of his kind, whom had walked since their own day, back long before vehicles were ever invented, he had embraced all that technology had to offer. Of course, that isn't to say that he actually bought his own car. After regrettably feeding on a man who, more than likely, had no family to return home to (for he was dressed in the finest suit, drove the finest car, and was on his way home past midnight - clearly, he, at least in Vel's opinion, was not supporting a family), Velganos had made the best of the situation by allowing himself to take the now devoured man's car - a bright red 2005 Lamborghini.
The engine growled and hummed with the turn of the key. It was hard not to smile, at least slightly, with the purring of his prized vehicle. Stepping on the gas, Vel squealed out of the parking lot behind the looming building and flew out, disappearing down the street. Looking up, the moon was almost nearly fully visible now as the sun was setting in the west. The change would come before he had arrived. Thankfully, his windows were nearly black, tinted darker than the legal limit for the state of Arizona.
It happened at a stop light. The beast within him erupted, overtaking his physical form. Howling in agony, all Vel could do was clutch the wheel, his white knuckles sprouting fur within moments. Hastily, he removed his clothing, not wanting it to tear and rip to shreds as it often had in the past. Throwing it on the passengers seat, he sat there for but a moment, naked. All of the sudden, the realization occurred to him - he would be too big to fit in his seat. Thinking quickly, a hand flew down to the seat adjustments and he pushed it as far back as it would allow, leaving room for his enormous wolf body. By the time the light turned green and traffic began moving again, he was completely transformed.
The den was on the outskirts of town. The forest was a nature preserve, untouched in its majority by the public. It was the perfect place. He screeched his tires as he swung into a place to park his car, sliding somewhat as he did so - a signature 'hello' of his, which allowed those already present within the den to become aware of his presence.
Kicking the door open, which flew upward in its famous signature fashion, the large, white wolf fell out, causing the sports car to bounce up from the weight that it had been relieved of. Shaking his head, Velganos peered up, staring at the entrance only he and his pack knew of. To the average eye, it appeared to be nothing more than an old bunker, perhaps for a war, that had been closed and boarded up for many years. He of course knew better.
Letting an excited bark escape his jaws, Vel stammered towards the entrance and forced his way in, shoved the thick door closed behind him and emerging into the near pitch black entrance hallway, the sudden cool temperature change from the underground causing his fur to stand up. He payed little attention to the large conference-type rooms off to his sides and instead continued on straight, headed for one large meeting area he knew the rest of the pack would be. Would they all be transformed by now to?
The great white wolf stood on his hind legs before entering the room, which in turn caused him to walk with an almost petrifying lumber. He was here. He was home.
The unmistakable heavy thumping of footsteps caught Velganos's attention just after he began walking on his hind legs within the confines of their secure underground den. At first, he assumed it was merely his pack mates coming to greet him. However, this idea quickly changed once he caught sight of the lumbering Zaheer, now fully transformed and larger than any wolf Vel had seen. There was a distinct air of hostility about him, and for a moment, Vel had thought he caught a whiff of malice surrounding the elder's aura as he rapidly approached him in the dark, now breaking into a full sprint. It became quite clear that something was not at all right.
The larger wolf lunged at Vel, striking him back with such force, that it knocked the air right out of him. Howling, Velganos screamed in pain and confusion as the dark wolf dug his own claws into him, kicking madly. Unable to get up, Vel was already defeated. What is happening, he managed to wonder in the midst of his searing pain. Perhaps, Zaheer had thought that he was some intruder, infiltrating their base? But that was very unlikely. All werewolves had sharp noses and Velganos's scent would be entirely distinct the moment he entered the bunker. Still, he could not think of such a reason why his elder and his mentor would be attacking him in such a way that lead him to believe that this would be his death this night.
Dragging Vel into one of the larger rooms, Zaheer threw the smaller wolf into the concrete wall which crumbled from the incredibly forceful impact. Vel fell hard on the cold cement, looking up in the dark at the glowing eyes of Zaheer, unable to speak, only able to muster up a weak whimper, his every muscle aching, his sides bruised and bloodied, causing him a great deal of effort to manage to breathe properly. In response, all Zaheer did was howl and snarl back at him, clearly unwilling to stop there.
Charging, Velganos attempted to prepare himself as best he could from the incoming attack, cowering against the wall, trying to shield himself with his limbs, his tail far between his legs. Nothing could have prepared Vel though for the worst of it yet. Diving forward at the subdued wolf, Zaheer sank his large fangs into his lower neck. Rather than releasing him, the massive dark wolf pulled Vel straight up, clinging to him hard, while tearing into him with more force than the lycan thought possible. In one last effort to perhaps kill Vel, Zaheer dug his claws into his sides and threw him once more into the concrete wall before returning to his human form.
For a brief moment, Velganos thought he had honestly died, for he laid there, unable to breathe, unable to move or think or do anything. His eyes were open, gazing about the darkened room which his enhanced eye sight allowed him to see was covered in his own blood. It was a gruesome and ghastly scene. It wasn't until his lungs, numb with pain, forced him to cough up his own blood that he realized he was truly still alive.
Zaheer's voice was distant and fuzzy. Even his own ears had been bitten and clawed in the fight, he realized, giving him a terribly dizzy feeling, even while laying there, broken, defeated. The human? Velganos was able to make out a few words. So that's what this was all about. Was Zaheer referring to the one whom he had taken the Lamborghini from? If he weren't in so much pain and hadn't been nearly beaten to death, Vel might've laughed. The human man deserved what he had coming to him. True, Vel did not often feed on humans these days, but how could he refuse lashing out on a wealthy, successful businessman who drove such a desirable sports car? Yet, clearly, his mentor disagreed, causing Vel to rethink himself.
Was Zaheer honestly telling Vel to stand up now? Dazed, Velganos tried lifting a paw, but slipped in the puddle of his own blood. Groaning loudly, he couldn't even manage a howl before he transformed back into his human form, nearly lifeless and cold, nude in the dark.
Somehow, by means even unknown to him, Vel forced himself to stand, a wrenching feeling in his gut almost causing him to get sick. He glared at the large, black man for a moment, panting and out of breath, but didn't say a word.
~
She didn't have to continue on far. Syrena had leapt to but a single neighboring rooftop before stopping in her tracks once again. Something was watching her. The elder vampire gazed around the evening atmosphere, searching for something or someone who had yet to be seen. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She was most certainly being watched.
There, catty-corner from where she currently stood, was a man - of perhaps only a man in gender. Her eyes landed on him for but a moment before he simply disappeared, faster than her own eyes could follow. How was that possible? Perplexed and startled, Syrena spun around in place, pivoting in search of the disappearing man. When he reappeared beside her, she had smelt him before feeling him, and it was clear immediately that he, like her, was a vampire. His arm was flung around her stomach instantly, pulling her back. Suddenly, he then grabbed her arms as he maneuvered around her in mid-air, tossing her down to hit the roof hard.
Frowning, the young woman - or the woman who appeared young - immediately rolled to the side, attempting to free herself of this strange attacker. Instead though, anticipating her moves, he had landed directly on top of her, and hard.
After hearing him out, her frown turned into an even deeper grimace. Just who did this Seth think he was? She was born in the year 1616, which made her nearly 400 years old. How dare he speak to her in such an arrogant manner? It wasn't possible that he was even older than she - was it?
In response, Syrena spat in his face and made an earnest endeavor of kicking him off her, but he blocked with ease and, in turn, only moved up on her. Seeing her odds were astonishingly slim, Syrena realized it wise to play into this little game. She wasn't about to loose her life any century soon, and especially not to one of her own kind. How humiliating.
She watched this dark-eyed man carefully, examining as his gaze warily shifted over to a black case that was sitting on the rooftop from whence he had come. Puzzled, a new look formed on her soft features. Just what was all this about? Was he the one she had heard firing the weapon?
"I have no idea who you are," she admitted, though without care. "My name is Syrena and it is I who those around these parts fear, my friend," she said in a tantalizingly seductive voice, a teasing grin on her rosy lips, still glistening with gloss. "I don't know who you are or how you seem to have..." she paused, eyeing his arms which firmly held her down in place, "this much power, but I assure you, your conflicts lie elsewhere."
Just as she had finished, the skirmish from below sounded and Seth responded accordingly. She eyed him again, raising a brow curiously.
"Just who are you?"
The larger wolf lunged at Vel, striking him back with such force, that it knocked the air right out of him. Howling, Velganos screamed in pain and confusion as the dark wolf dug his own claws into him, kicking madly. Unable to get up, Vel was already defeated. What is happening, he managed to wonder in the midst of his searing pain. Perhaps, Zaheer had thought that he was some intruder, infiltrating their base? But that was very unlikely. All werewolves had sharp noses and Velganos's scent would be entirely distinct the moment he entered the bunker. Still, he could not think of such a reason why his elder and his mentor would be attacking him in such a way that lead him to believe that this would be his death this night.
Dragging Vel into one of the larger rooms, Zaheer threw the smaller wolf into the concrete wall which crumbled from the incredibly forceful impact. Vel fell hard on the cold cement, looking up in the dark at the glowing eyes of Zaheer, unable to speak, only able to muster up a weak whimper, his every muscle aching, his sides bruised and bloodied, causing him a great deal of effort to manage to breathe properly. In response, all Zaheer did was howl and snarl back at him, clearly unwilling to stop there.
Charging, Velganos attempted to prepare himself as best he could from the incoming attack, cowering against the wall, trying to shield himself with his limbs, his tail far between his legs. Nothing could have prepared Vel though for the worst of it yet. Diving forward at the subdued wolf, Zaheer sank his large fangs into his lower neck. Rather than releasing him, the massive dark wolf pulled Vel straight up, clinging to him hard, while tearing into him with more force than the lycan thought possible. In one last effort to perhaps kill Vel, Zaheer dug his claws into his sides and threw him once more into the concrete wall before returning to his human form.
For a brief moment, Velganos thought he had honestly died, for he laid there, unable to breathe, unable to move or think or do anything. His eyes were open, gazing about the darkened room which his enhanced eye sight allowed him to see was covered in his own blood. It was a gruesome and ghastly scene. It wasn't until his lungs, numb with pain, forced him to cough up his own blood that he realized he was truly still alive.
Zaheer's voice was distant and fuzzy. Even his own ears had been bitten and clawed in the fight, he realized, giving him a terribly dizzy feeling, even while laying there, broken, defeated. The human? Velganos was able to make out a few words. So that's what this was all about. Was Zaheer referring to the one whom he had taken the Lamborghini from? If he weren't in so much pain and hadn't been nearly beaten to death, Vel might've laughed. The human man deserved what he had coming to him. True, Vel did not often feed on humans these days, but how could he refuse lashing out on a wealthy, successful businessman who drove such a desirable sports car? Yet, clearly, his mentor disagreed, causing Vel to rethink himself.
Was Zaheer honestly telling Vel to stand up now? Dazed, Velganos tried lifting a paw, but slipped in the puddle of his own blood. Groaning loudly, he couldn't even manage a howl before he transformed back into his human form, nearly lifeless and cold, nude in the dark.
Somehow, by means even unknown to him, Vel forced himself to stand, a wrenching feeling in his gut almost causing him to get sick. He glared at the large, black man for a moment, panting and out of breath, but didn't say a word.
~
She didn't have to continue on far. Syrena had leapt to but a single neighboring rooftop before stopping in her tracks once again. Something was watching her. The elder vampire gazed around the evening atmosphere, searching for something or someone who had yet to be seen. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She was most certainly being watched.
There, catty-corner from where she currently stood, was a man - of perhaps only a man in gender. Her eyes landed on him for but a moment before he simply disappeared, faster than her own eyes could follow. How was that possible? Perplexed and startled, Syrena spun around in place, pivoting in search of the disappearing man. When he reappeared beside her, she had smelt him before feeling him, and it was clear immediately that he, like her, was a vampire. His arm was flung around her stomach instantly, pulling her back. Suddenly, he then grabbed her arms as he maneuvered around her in mid-air, tossing her down to hit the roof hard.
Frowning, the young woman - or the woman who appeared young - immediately rolled to the side, attempting to free herself of this strange attacker. Instead though, anticipating her moves, he had landed directly on top of her, and hard.
After hearing him out, her frown turned into an even deeper grimace. Just who did this Seth think he was? She was born in the year 1616, which made her nearly 400 years old. How dare he speak to her in such an arrogant manner? It wasn't possible that he was even older than she - was it?
In response, Syrena spat in his face and made an earnest endeavor of kicking him off her, but he blocked with ease and, in turn, only moved up on her. Seeing her odds were astonishingly slim, Syrena realized it wise to play into this little game. She wasn't about to loose her life any century soon, and especially not to one of her own kind. How humiliating.
She watched this dark-eyed man carefully, examining as his gaze warily shifted over to a black case that was sitting on the rooftop from whence he had come. Puzzled, a new look formed on her soft features. Just what was all this about? Was he the one she had heard firing the weapon?
"I have no idea who you are," she admitted, though without care. "My name is Syrena and it is I who those around these parts fear, my friend," she said in a tantalizingly seductive voice, a teasing grin on her rosy lips, still glistening with gloss. "I don't know who you are or how you seem to have..." she paused, eyeing his arms which firmly held her down in place, "this much power, but I assure you, your conflicts lie elsewhere."
Just as she had finished, the skirmish from below sounded and Seth responded accordingly. She eyed him again, raising a brow curiously.
"Just who are you?"
Staring madly up into the eyes of the wickedly strong vampire, Seth, Syrena quickly began to get a feel for his seniority. There was a certain presence about him that, given time, anyone could see he was not even close to the age he resembled. With years came maturity, knowledge, and wisdom far surpassing those who only had one lifetime to live. This vampire, on the contrary, had many under his belt.
The heavy breathing and footsteps were what caught her attention first. Struggling to move under the authoritative grasp of the elder, Syrena gazed over to their recent company, a law enforcer. She wasn't exactly what you would call on a friendly basis with them, and his sudden and unwanted appearance in turn caused her grimace to return to her otherwise pleasant features.
"Police! Police!" he yelled over at them. "Drop the knife!" What a fool! He assumed that Seth was a common crook, here to take advantage of her. When Seth refused to respond suitably, the policeman barked once more, "I said drop it!"
The onslaught of lycans were upon them within moments after Seth had allowed Syrena up. She scarcely had time to prepare herself for battle. But only just.
Kicking herself up with composure, the female vampire took on a defensive stance just as the pack of lycans leapt up onto the rooftop, coming down on them with heavy force. The majority, to her surprise and relief, seemed attracted to Seth, engaging him in mortal combat with ruthless and unmerciful deadly intent. The other two lunged for both her and the cop. Grinning in a maleficent manner, Syrena swung around, avoiding the rush of the attack by the easily larger opponent, turning to see how the human would handle himself. She could hardly keep from snickering as she watched in interest while dodging and avoid attacks with ease, her speed and grace clearly outmatching this tall, lumbering lycan, wearing him out in turn.
Something on the wind stole her attention away from the battle for a moment. Sniffing the air, it became quite evident that yet another vampire was nearby, and quickly approaching. Within mere seconds, a female wearing tight leather leapt onto their roof and joined in assisting the elder vampire take on the now three lycans he was dealing with, already having killed the forth. Assuming the two had already been acquainted, Syrena disregarded her appearance for the moment, returning her attention back to the massive, furry creature which seemed intent on destroying her.
He came at her with his jaws wide open, snarling, claws outstretched threateningly. Giggling, Syrena could, with honesty, say she enjoyed seeing this creature, apparently not familiar with battle, or at least certainly not a veteran fighter, tire himself out as he, again and again, attempted to reach her with little success. In anger and frustration, the lycan roared out with heated aggression, pausing for a moment in place as he eyed her up and down. Amused, Syrena thought of herself, or at least, what she use to look like. It was so very long ago now, hundreds and hundreds of years, when she had last gazed upon her body. The mirrors no longer reflected what soul no longer existed in her body. Still, she had an idea of how she might have appeared, simply by gazing down at her slim figure. She didn't look a day over eighteen, and, to those who were to have met her on the street, seemed anything but threatening. It was perhaps this major fact that had kept her out of trouble numerous times in her past. At this moment though, her small frame was succeeding in only infuriating this much larger and seemingly more intimidating adversary.
Syrena couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he had been turned. A few days? A month? A year? It couldn't have been any more than a couple years, she told herself as she, yet again, managed to slip under and out of the way of a powerful blow. His inexperience and desperate attempts at an attack were mockable. The female vampire turned her gaze to the others just as a dog leapt up over to the aid of the policeman. It was quite a sight, even for her aged eyes. The canine had succeeded in taking on a full-grown lycan! She laughed out loud this time, unable to conceal her amusement. Just who did these lycans think they were? Obviously, they were not well trained and were being easily defeated right and left. Even the policeman managed to take them on! Much to her utter surprise, Syrena was shocked to see that the human had lived this long.
Suddenly, and nearly out of nowhere, a fifth person joined them on the roof. "I'm Apple Raines with the US Government. I'm gonna need a status update from you," she heard the girl who looked around her age say. The officer responded to her in a harsh and stern fashion, ordering her off the building. The conversation was background noise to Syrena as she toyed with the lycan, pestering him from the side and the back as he began to slow down even further.
She could hear the sounds of a crowd of people gathered below them - the public had caught sight of their peculiar battle. Thinking it wise to end it now, the vampire leapt over to the edge of the rooftop, balancing and steadying herself as the lycan approached yet again, this time in a full sprint, lunging for her in hopes of shoving her off the roof. It was a silly idea, she managed to think to herself in the moments before he reached her. If she were to allow herself to fall, she would simply land with all the grace and more of a feline, unharmed. This lycan had absolutely no idea how to kill one of her kind, or in the very least, was too worked up to think over strategy.
As the large wolf charged at her, Syrena maneuvered quickly, side-stepping out of the way, but this time lifting her leg in a high kick, aiming straight for his neck. She succeeded in at least crushing his airway, as he struggled for breath, wheezing as he tumbled over the roof. He had gained too much momentum to stop, and, with the help of the powerful kick, backed by her vampire strength, the lycan flew over the edge, landing with a deep and heavy slam on the concrete sidewalk below. A few screams and gasps could be heard from the gathering crowd as they backed up in terror, their own curiosity getting the better of them in the end, as they refused to leave the scene.
Dangerously spinning around to face the small crowd of their own, Syrena stared savagely at the rest who also succeeded in defeating their lycan foes. She felt the strong, desirable urge to flee, to disappear into the night and continue on with her plans for a big meal. Something, though, managed to keep her grounded.
~
He didn't need light to illuminate the expression which Zaheer no doubt had on his face. It was quite clear in his voice and the stern yet fatherly tone the elder lycan had taken with him before exiting the bloodied room that he was both displeased and disappointed with Velganos. He only nodded in submission, averting his eyes as the large figure exited, leaving him in his own pain and remorse.
The room stunk with him. The scent of his own blood would remain trapped in here, even after being properly cleaned. The majority of the blood would end up staining the walls permanently. It would be an ever present sign of his disgrace and shame that he brought upon not only his pack, but the entire lycan kind. He knew that feasting on humans was something that the elders did more than just frown upon. He almost wondered, from time to time, if they themselves could recall the days when their lycanthropy was new and the urge and instinct to eat only the finest outweighed the consequences. True, he was no longer a 'pup,' and his ability to control his mind while transformed was increasing, yet the hunger ever remained, which was why Vel chose to stay away from the humans as best he could. Living in one of the largest cities in the United States though proved this task to be somewhat burdensome.
As soon as Zaheer was far enough away to the point of satisfaction, Vel allowed himself to collapse once more into his own bloody pool. The blood itself, to his surprise, was no longer even warm any more. The cold cement and the air itself from the underground had saw to that. He heaved a great sigh and closed his eyes, concentrating on Zaheer's words. "Focus on one wound at a time. Concentrate on that injury alone. Try to block out everything else." He found this undertaking to be more than just daunting; it was outright near impossible. The elders of his pack may have been able to focus their energies into healing even more quickly, but he was still young and reckless, his mind too clouded by outside distractions to direct all his energy into once source. In addition, the searing and throbbing pain all over his body was more than enough of a distraction. All his wounds hurt equally and unpleasantly. How could he simply just think of one?
After a few more minutes of trying, Vel let a deep and throaty groan escape him just as footsteps and the sudden scent of his pack mate, Lillith, filled the air. He snorted. There was no way he could fully concentrate now. Forcing himself to stand yet again, the naked, bloodied, and beaten man went to fetch icy cold water and a sponge.
The endeavor, unlike his attempts at healing himself, was genuine and more successful than he had anticipated. The cold water was effective at removing a good majority of the blood on the walls and floor. Much of it though has seeped into the ancient cracks, forever filling them with deep red. After he had finished, and the once clean water in the bucket was dark with blood, Velganos finally accepted his punishment, and came to terms with both it and what he had done.
He was excused, but where would he go? He longed to join with his pack and to be side by side with their leader, Lucian. Such a hopeful thought was foolish though, as this night, being anywhere near Lucian would signal him to Vel's disgraceful actions, as he had been unsuccessful in quickening his healing process. However, by the time he had finished cleaning the room, his own body had done quite a lot. Already, the deep cuts and gashes were beginning to close and the terrible agony was, in part, lifted. He hadn't even noticed until he was done with his work, but was relieved and thankful for the fact that lycans did tend to heal much more rapidly than any human.
Storing the bucket and sponge, Velganos took one last look into the dim hallway which lead into the rooms of importance where Lucian no doubt would be.
Turning, the naked, white-haired man exited the den and entered the sweet, warm night with a renewed sense of self.
The heavy breathing and footsteps were what caught her attention first. Struggling to move under the authoritative grasp of the elder, Syrena gazed over to their recent company, a law enforcer. She wasn't exactly what you would call on a friendly basis with them, and his sudden and unwanted appearance in turn caused her grimace to return to her otherwise pleasant features.
"Police! Police!" he yelled over at them. "Drop the knife!" What a fool! He assumed that Seth was a common crook, here to take advantage of her. When Seth refused to respond suitably, the policeman barked once more, "I said drop it!"
The onslaught of lycans were upon them within moments after Seth had allowed Syrena up. She scarcely had time to prepare herself for battle. But only just.
Kicking herself up with composure, the female vampire took on a defensive stance just as the pack of lycans leapt up onto the rooftop, coming down on them with heavy force. The majority, to her surprise and relief, seemed attracted to Seth, engaging him in mortal combat with ruthless and unmerciful deadly intent. The other two lunged for both her and the cop. Grinning in a maleficent manner, Syrena swung around, avoiding the rush of the attack by the easily larger opponent, turning to see how the human would handle himself. She could hardly keep from snickering as she watched in interest while dodging and avoid attacks with ease, her speed and grace clearly outmatching this tall, lumbering lycan, wearing him out in turn.
Something on the wind stole her attention away from the battle for a moment. Sniffing the air, it became quite evident that yet another vampire was nearby, and quickly approaching. Within mere seconds, a female wearing tight leather leapt onto their roof and joined in assisting the elder vampire take on the now three lycans he was dealing with, already having killed the forth. Assuming the two had already been acquainted, Syrena disregarded her appearance for the moment, returning her attention back to the massive, furry creature which seemed intent on destroying her.
He came at her with his jaws wide open, snarling, claws outstretched threateningly. Giggling, Syrena could, with honesty, say she enjoyed seeing this creature, apparently not familiar with battle, or at least certainly not a veteran fighter, tire himself out as he, again and again, attempted to reach her with little success. In anger and frustration, the lycan roared out with heated aggression, pausing for a moment in place as he eyed her up and down. Amused, Syrena thought of herself, or at least, what she use to look like. It was so very long ago now, hundreds and hundreds of years, when she had last gazed upon her body. The mirrors no longer reflected what soul no longer existed in her body. Still, she had an idea of how she might have appeared, simply by gazing down at her slim figure. She didn't look a day over eighteen, and, to those who were to have met her on the street, seemed anything but threatening. It was perhaps this major fact that had kept her out of trouble numerous times in her past. At this moment though, her small frame was succeeding in only infuriating this much larger and seemingly more intimidating adversary.
Syrena couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he had been turned. A few days? A month? A year? It couldn't have been any more than a couple years, she told herself as she, yet again, managed to slip under and out of the way of a powerful blow. His inexperience and desperate attempts at an attack were mockable. The female vampire turned her gaze to the others just as a dog leapt up over to the aid of the policeman. It was quite a sight, even for her aged eyes. The canine had succeeded in taking on a full-grown lycan! She laughed out loud this time, unable to conceal her amusement. Just who did these lycans think they were? Obviously, they were not well trained and were being easily defeated right and left. Even the policeman managed to take them on! Much to her utter surprise, Syrena was shocked to see that the human had lived this long.
Suddenly, and nearly out of nowhere, a fifth person joined them on the roof. "I'm Apple Raines with the US Government. I'm gonna need a status update from you," she heard the girl who looked around her age say. The officer responded to her in a harsh and stern fashion, ordering her off the building. The conversation was background noise to Syrena as she toyed with the lycan, pestering him from the side and the back as he began to slow down even further.
She could hear the sounds of a crowd of people gathered below them - the public had caught sight of their peculiar battle. Thinking it wise to end it now, the vampire leapt over to the edge of the rooftop, balancing and steadying herself as the lycan approached yet again, this time in a full sprint, lunging for her in hopes of shoving her off the roof. It was a silly idea, she managed to think to herself in the moments before he reached her. If she were to allow herself to fall, she would simply land with all the grace and more of a feline, unharmed. This lycan had absolutely no idea how to kill one of her kind, or in the very least, was too worked up to think over strategy.
As the large wolf charged at her, Syrena maneuvered quickly, side-stepping out of the way, but this time lifting her leg in a high kick, aiming straight for his neck. She succeeded in at least crushing his airway, as he struggled for breath, wheezing as he tumbled over the roof. He had gained too much momentum to stop, and, with the help of the powerful kick, backed by her vampire strength, the lycan flew over the edge, landing with a deep and heavy slam on the concrete sidewalk below. A few screams and gasps could be heard from the gathering crowd as they backed up in terror, their own curiosity getting the better of them in the end, as they refused to leave the scene.
Dangerously spinning around to face the small crowd of their own, Syrena stared savagely at the rest who also succeeded in defeating their lycan foes. She felt the strong, desirable urge to flee, to disappear into the night and continue on with her plans for a big meal. Something, though, managed to keep her grounded.
~
He didn't need light to illuminate the expression which Zaheer no doubt had on his face. It was quite clear in his voice and the stern yet fatherly tone the elder lycan had taken with him before exiting the bloodied room that he was both displeased and disappointed with Velganos. He only nodded in submission, averting his eyes as the large figure exited, leaving him in his own pain and remorse.
The room stunk with him. The scent of his own blood would remain trapped in here, even after being properly cleaned. The majority of the blood would end up staining the walls permanently. It would be an ever present sign of his disgrace and shame that he brought upon not only his pack, but the entire lycan kind. He knew that feasting on humans was something that the elders did more than just frown upon. He almost wondered, from time to time, if they themselves could recall the days when their lycanthropy was new and the urge and instinct to eat only the finest outweighed the consequences. True, he was no longer a 'pup,' and his ability to control his mind while transformed was increasing, yet the hunger ever remained, which was why Vel chose to stay away from the humans as best he could. Living in one of the largest cities in the United States though proved this task to be somewhat burdensome.
As soon as Zaheer was far enough away to the point of satisfaction, Vel allowed himself to collapse once more into his own bloody pool. The blood itself, to his surprise, was no longer even warm any more. The cold cement and the air itself from the underground had saw to that. He heaved a great sigh and closed his eyes, concentrating on Zaheer's words. "Focus on one wound at a time. Concentrate on that injury alone. Try to block out everything else." He found this undertaking to be more than just daunting; it was outright near impossible. The elders of his pack may have been able to focus their energies into healing even more quickly, but he was still young and reckless, his mind too clouded by outside distractions to direct all his energy into once source. In addition, the searing and throbbing pain all over his body was more than enough of a distraction. All his wounds hurt equally and unpleasantly. How could he simply just think of one?
After a few more minutes of trying, Vel let a deep and throaty groan escape him just as footsteps and the sudden scent of his pack mate, Lillith, filled the air. He snorted. There was no way he could fully concentrate now. Forcing himself to stand yet again, the naked, bloodied, and beaten man went to fetch icy cold water and a sponge.
The endeavor, unlike his attempts at healing himself, was genuine and more successful than he had anticipated. The cold water was effective at removing a good majority of the blood on the walls and floor. Much of it though has seeped into the ancient cracks, forever filling them with deep red. After he had finished, and the once clean water in the bucket was dark with blood, Velganos finally accepted his punishment, and came to terms with both it and what he had done.
He was excused, but where would he go? He longed to join with his pack and to be side by side with their leader, Lucian. Such a hopeful thought was foolish though, as this night, being anywhere near Lucian would signal him to Vel's disgraceful actions, as he had been unsuccessful in quickening his healing process. However, by the time he had finished cleaning the room, his own body had done quite a lot. Already, the deep cuts and gashes were beginning to close and the terrible agony was, in part, lifted. He hadn't even noticed until he was done with his work, but was relieved and thankful for the fact that lycans did tend to heal much more rapidly than any human.
Storing the bucket and sponge, Velganos took one last look into the dim hallway which lead into the rooms of importance where Lucian no doubt would be.
Turning, the naked, white-haired man exited the den and entered the sweet, warm night with a renewed sense of self.
The previous rooted feeling Syrena had felt which kept her from fleeing now abandoned her the second the distant sound of helicopters could be heard. Though inaudible by the human ear, she knew that it wasn't just her who had picked up the repetitive humming, seeing it written all over the faces of Seth and this newcomer female friend of his. More trouble than any of them had bargained for was fast approaching. Even the muffled sounds and voices of the gathering crowd below grew more anxious and rowdy. This was Phoenix, Arizona. This was not just some backwater town in a remote state out in the country. By now, reporters and the news would be all over this story. This was far more attention than even Syrena preferred, which was saying quite a lot.
Cautiously, the female vampire leaned over the edge of the thirty meter tall building, gazing down and across the mass multitude of people, many of whom were already tipsy or even wasted, colorful paper wrist bands present around their wrists from the various bars they had already hopped through. They thought this was exciting? Didn't they even remotely realize what was happening here? There were, at least, three bodies of dead lycans at the foot of the building whom had tumbled over. Gunshots had been fired, and, in the very least, there were people gathered on a roof, which already wasn't normal. It seemed odd to Syrena, who still clung to the old customs she had grown up with so long ago, that all these strangers would be so interested in them, even to the point of perhaps risking their own lives just for a glimpse.
The vampire named Seth began hastily asserting himself to the government agent whom, until now, Syrena has taken little notice of. She was only a girl. It was rather surprising to see that she had already risen to the ranks of the government in such a short amount of time. After he had finished, he flung the girl over to the adjacent roof from whence he himself had originally come, which shocked her even further. Perhaps he was in a hurry to leave, not exactly looking to deal with any more this evening.
Then he addressed her. "As for you. Maybe you'll hear more about me if you stick around the human I just discarded and this other being," Seth said to Syrena before leaping over to the roof where his case had been left.
She eyed all those around her curiously and let out a malicious laugh. "Yeah. Like I'd want to hang out with any of you losers." Syrena's eyes met the policeman's, a large and almost seductive smile she commonly wore present on her lips. "You, well, you're just going to have tons of fun. Aren't you?" She laughed again.
Police! More of them. They were here. She could hear the squadrons from below now. These weren't just ordinary cops though. BAM! They had broken into the building that the group stood on top of. These were SWAT teams, and they were definitely not the types of humans Syrena was feeling like devoting any more of her time to. They might not have been able to kill her, especially if they were unaware of just what she was, but they certainly could do some damage, if nothing else.
"Well, sweeties," she said, her voice just as young as the day she had died, "it's been real fun. We should do this again sometime, yeah?"
Grinning, the brunette took off with supernatural speed, proceeding in her hurdling of rooftops, picking up exactly where she had left off.
~
The night was anything but silent this evening. Besides the relentless secada bugs that littered the trees, more and more adding to their own chorus, there was the ever-present sound of vehicles driving by, some faint, others louder and closer. A horn or car alarm would go off every so often and, at one point, Velganos though he had heard an array of police car sirens sound simultaneously and then disappear into the distance.
This was everything he loved about being a werewolf. As a human, he never had known just how many sounds, scents, and even sights he was missing out on. All his senses were heightened, much to his own satisfaction. Peacefully, he let out a sigh, then laid down in the cool grass. Ah, grass. So green, so vibrant and beautiful and full of life. It tickled his naked body while cooling him off at the same time. He missed grass, which was one of the reasons why he loved being at his pack's den so much. Anywhere outside this sanctuary of a nature preserve, red sand and rock dominated and claimed the ground. It was still partially unknown how the greenery did so well and could flourish in this specific area and no where else, but he wasn't one to question nature, especially if it was in his favor.
The moon was even brighter than the last time he had seen it. It illuminated his shaggy white hair, giving it a glowing effect as he gazed up at it through the leaves in the trees. He would turn any second now. The gradual changes inside his body were a quick reminder.
Quickly, Velganos stood up. He couldn't turn again. He couldn't bare any more pain at this moment. His body was just starting to heal. Making haste, the man sprinted for the door back into the bunker. He knew it probably seemed odd to return to, but this was his pack's home - his home. Even the place he stayed at underground built for his kind by the government could never amount to the way this place made him feel.
Slamming the thick steel door behind him, Vel slowly stepped down the hallway, his bare feet hardly making any noise along the concrete. Lillith's scent was even heavier in the air. She was very close. Then, turning a corner, he saw her, in only a robe, standing at a closed door.
Cautiously, the female vampire leaned over the edge of the thirty meter tall building, gazing down and across the mass multitude of people, many of whom were already tipsy or even wasted, colorful paper wrist bands present around their wrists from the various bars they had already hopped through. They thought this was exciting? Didn't they even remotely realize what was happening here? There were, at least, three bodies of dead lycans at the foot of the building whom had tumbled over. Gunshots had been fired, and, in the very least, there were people gathered on a roof, which already wasn't normal. It seemed odd to Syrena, who still clung to the old customs she had grown up with so long ago, that all these strangers would be so interested in them, even to the point of perhaps risking their own lives just for a glimpse.
The vampire named Seth began hastily asserting himself to the government agent whom, until now, Syrena has taken little notice of. She was only a girl. It was rather surprising to see that she had already risen to the ranks of the government in such a short amount of time. After he had finished, he flung the girl over to the adjacent roof from whence he himself had originally come, which shocked her even further. Perhaps he was in a hurry to leave, not exactly looking to deal with any more this evening.
Then he addressed her. "As for you. Maybe you'll hear more about me if you stick around the human I just discarded and this other being," Seth said to Syrena before leaping over to the roof where his case had been left.
She eyed all those around her curiously and let out a malicious laugh. "Yeah. Like I'd want to hang out with any of you losers." Syrena's eyes met the policeman's, a large and almost seductive smile she commonly wore present on her lips. "You, well, you're just going to have tons of fun. Aren't you?" She laughed again.
Police! More of them. They were here. She could hear the squadrons from below now. These weren't just ordinary cops though. BAM! They had broken into the building that the group stood on top of. These were SWAT teams, and they were definitely not the types of humans Syrena was feeling like devoting any more of her time to. They might not have been able to kill her, especially if they were unaware of just what she was, but they certainly could do some damage, if nothing else.
"Well, sweeties," she said, her voice just as young as the day she had died, "it's been real fun. We should do this again sometime, yeah?"
Grinning, the brunette took off with supernatural speed, proceeding in her hurdling of rooftops, picking up exactly where she had left off.
~
The night was anything but silent this evening. Besides the relentless secada bugs that littered the trees, more and more adding to their own chorus, there was the ever-present sound of vehicles driving by, some faint, others louder and closer. A horn or car alarm would go off every so often and, at one point, Velganos though he had heard an array of police car sirens sound simultaneously and then disappear into the distance.
This was everything he loved about being a werewolf. As a human, he never had known just how many sounds, scents, and even sights he was missing out on. All his senses were heightened, much to his own satisfaction. Peacefully, he let out a sigh, then laid down in the cool grass. Ah, grass. So green, so vibrant and beautiful and full of life. It tickled his naked body while cooling him off at the same time. He missed grass, which was one of the reasons why he loved being at his pack's den so much. Anywhere outside this sanctuary of a nature preserve, red sand and rock dominated and claimed the ground. It was still partially unknown how the greenery did so well and could flourish in this specific area and no where else, but he wasn't one to question nature, especially if it was in his favor.
The moon was even brighter than the last time he had seen it. It illuminated his shaggy white hair, giving it a glowing effect as he gazed up at it through the leaves in the trees. He would turn any second now. The gradual changes inside his body were a quick reminder.
Quickly, Velganos stood up. He couldn't turn again. He couldn't bare any more pain at this moment. His body was just starting to heal. Making haste, the man sprinted for the door back into the bunker. He knew it probably seemed odd to return to, but this was his pack's home - his home. Even the place he stayed at underground built for his kind by the government could never amount to the way this place made him feel.
Slamming the thick steel door behind him, Vel slowly stepped down the hallway, his bare feet hardly making any noise along the concrete. Lillith's scent was even heavier in the air. She was very close. Then, turning a corner, he saw her, in only a robe, standing at a closed door.
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