RPG: Supernatural II: Rise of the Vampire Mage (Page 2 of 7)

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Hotel Maracaibo, Venezuela, 0355 Hours

Lev leaned against one of the hotel lobby's finely carved marble support pillars, eying the the front revolving door. He was awaiting a particular subject of interest: a wealthy, terrorist-funding vampire known simply as Vance. At exactly five minutes 'til four, an elderly man wearing a particularly expensive looking suit, walked through the front door.

"Gotcha."

Lev unholstered his .44 and followed the man to the gold plated elevator. The distinct *clack-kachink* of his boots prompted the old man to look over his shoulder, suddenly quickening his pace. The doors to the elevator were almost closed when a gloved hand caught and parted them, and Lev casually stepped in.

"Floor?"

"I know who you are, you're making a very grave mistake."

"Well, I'll just assume you're going down," He pushed the *Close Door* button. "...straight to Hell."

The old man, who was not just simply an old man, gave a sinister toothy grin. "You first, Silver Knight of Saint Michael...!" The vamp shoulder-slammed Lev into the ebony-lined elevator wall, knocking the wind out of him. "Pathetic. This is the best they can do? Ha. A child-"

Lev regained his composure and headbutted him, Vance stoopered backwards. "You should act your age, old man." Suddenly he was now on the ground trying to hold the vamp off his neck. "...****...get off... me...!" Lev brought his knee up hard into the vamp's left kidney several times before he could roll him off. He frantically fled to the corner of the elevator and squeezed off 3 .44 Magnum rounds before Vance was in his face. Lev was holding off a knife attack with his left hand, while  trying to twist his right hand free enough to make a killing shot.

"You...assumed I was...an incompetent...old man? Fool..." It happened all too quickly, the vamp released his grip and brought the ivory-handled knife down and straight into the right side of Lev's ribcage. But he was not without injury, the sacrifice had cost him as well. There were now two large holes dead center of his chest. Vance rasped for breath, coughing blood. "If I go, I'm... *cough*...taking you with...*hack* *rasp*...me..." He griped the knife hard and pushed it as hard as he could into Lev.

"raaAAAHHH!" Pliskin screamed in pain, grabbing Vance's hand, pulling the knife out. The vamp was dumbfouned with confusion, it was over. Lev twisted the knife from Vance's grip, bringing his arm around into a chokehold. "A good man always knows his limitations..."

"H-How...*rasp*...black...*cough*...blood..."

Lev buried the muzzle of the .44 hard into the side of Vance's head, cocking the hammer. "Do me a favor...*gasp*...and die already."

*KOOM*

He dropped the now-headless body on the marble elevator floor, and stood for a moment, looking over the chaos that had ensued; just listening. They said elevator music was supposed to be soothing and stress relieving, but he didn't think so. Lev hit the *Open Door* button, and casually walked out, clenching his side.

Pliskin hailed a Taxi, and got in. "To the airport, kind sir."

Marus stood on the roof where he could see the street from a crow's view. He had been following a pack of wolves that had been using an old house as their base of operations for two days now. What he didn't expect was to pick up the scent of another vampire... specifically a female... coming towards the house with all the werewolves. If they picked up her scent, they would indefinitely pick up his, and being outnumbered and cornered was not the tactical advantage to take at the moment. Softly, but with a booming echo, he spoke to the other of his kind.

"It's suicide if you try to take them on by yourself."

Leaping down from the rooftop corner, Marus stood up next to the female.

With her superior hearing Avlynn heard the gunfire at the back dock first. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Julian grumbled as he continued examining his clipboard.

“Sounds like gunfire,” Eva, one of the other workers, said.

Julian’s brow wrinkled, “Gunfire? You can’t be serious.”

Avlynn snorted, “Fine I’ll check it out.”

“Be quick about it, we’ve got a lot to do.” Julian huffed.

It took enormous effort for Avlynn to avoid rolling her eyes in Julian’s view. The man was a self-absorbed simpleton. He considered nothing else but his own agenda. Avlynn hoped he was moved elsewhere, chances were the only way that’d happen is if he were promoted.

The sound of gunfire became more prominent the closer Avlynn got. Then it stopped, she heard something more disturbing. Voices speaking in a language she didn’t recognise, but she was pretty certain it was magic connotations. Before she could think much further she reached the back docks. The gunfire continued and she looked out just as a green flame flickered and vanished, along with the chanting.

The man with the gun stopped firing. Avlynn eyed him warily, she tried scenting the air but the strange green fire had left an odd smoke behind that befuddled her sense of smell.

The man stood rubbing his eyes, “Crap... I’m blind.” His eye rubbing became more furious.

Avlynn decided it was probably best to declare her presence, as she really didn’t like the idea of being shot. “Hey mister, are you okay?”

The man immediately turned his head and squinted in an attempt to see her, “Who’s there?”

“My name is Avlynn, I work for the museum.” She said and was able to draw close enough to finally scent him. The guy was human.

He let out a sigh, “I was... attacked. I can’t see.”

“What did they hit you with? Pepperspray?” she asked though she was fairly certain something more sinister had happened. However if she asked chances were this guy would think she was a fruitloop.

Fen stood confused as Ian ditched him.  Didn't Fen say he wanted to go hunt vampires?  And Ian just ditched him to go hunt vampires?  No matter.  Fen turned to follow him.  But he picked up a scent.  Fainter this time.  Fen took off at a sprint towards the smell.  After a short way he made out voices in the night.  He sniffed once again.  Two of them.  He rounded a street corner and saw them. 

He singled the female out but she dodged him and fled.  Cowardly.  He went to gave chase but the male jumped and him with inhuman speed.  Fen rolled and threw the man off.

"Look at you scum protecting your females.  I didn't know the undead had morals!"  Fen snarled and launched himself through the air towards the vampire.  They tussled on the ground but in human form the vampire had the edge.  Fen managed to shove him off and stood up to face him once again.

Dan stood in the back alley of the museum trying to adapt to the blindness like some sort of cavern dwelling creature.

“Hey mister, are you okay?” Came from a female voice approaching him.

“Who’s there?” Dan turned to her, his hand discreetly slipping over his gun.

“My name is Avlynn, I work for the museum.” The woman said as she came closer. Now he was in trouble... So much for stealth.

Dan sighed and responded, “I was... attacked. I can’t see.”

“What did they hit you with? Pepperspray?” the woman asked naively. Although something in her voice was odd.

"Not exactly..." Dan sensed her pause. She was observing him.

"Are you sure it was you who was attacked, and not the other way around?" The woman asked, taking note of his tactical appearance, and the sword hanging on his back. Dan felt he should have worn a trenchcoat like everyone else at this point.

"I uhh-" just as suddenly as it had come, the darkness fled his eyes, and Dan was able to see again. The spell had worn off.

Dan blinked hurredly at looked at his new acquantance. She had blond hair, up in a bun, and vivid green eyes. She still wore her museum uniform, so that much was true.

"Alright I'm fine now I think. Thank you for trying to help."

"I didnt do much for you to be thankful for. Well you know my name..." Avlynn said, extending her hand, and a smile. Dan looked at it for a moment, then smirked and took it.

"Daniel Fortesque, call me Dan."

Emeline would have cursed as she drew closer to the source of the Brotherhoods presence but it was a waste of breath. When she realised where the trace was coming from she didn’t hold back. The faint smell of the Brotherhoods departure was also present. Someone had managed to kill the mongrels.

With caution Emeline turned the corner. She saw a door close as she arrived on the scene. The scent of the departed Brotherhood minions was strongest here. Her nostrils flared as she touched her own amulet: the Amulet of Trekin. Its blue stone glowed slightly in response to her touch.

In her mind the scene unfolded that had transpired only minutes ago. Four Brotherhood minions had arrived and been ambushed. The surprise was that it was by one lone man. Emeline suspected that he must be supernatural. Then he admitted to being part of the St Michaels’ group. So he was human... damn.

Emeline knew all about the St Michaels bunch. Generally they tried to kill her whenever they came across her. Like most humans they simply assumed she was a typical vampire. If only they knew she was guarding them from a much greater evil. Although chances were she might be too late to reach the Amulet of Delkath. She hurried to the slightly ajar door and made her way into the museum.

"I dont want the uhhh- attackers to return." Dan said, and hurried Avlynn off by the arm. He took notice of something becoming very warm in his side pocket. Reaching in with his free hand without notifying Avlynn.

He could feel one of his two warding stones becoming hot, and pulled them out quietly. The werewolf warding stone was a clear yellow stone, and was shining brightly. The vampire warding stone was a deep red, and was shining dimly. This meant a werewolf was very close, and a vampire was near.

The warding stones are holy devices used by the Silver Knights to warn its slayers of nearby enemies. There are all kinds of stones, warding against trolls, minor undead, goblins, etc. However the werewolf and vampire stones are the most useful, and each member of the Knights is given each as one of the tokens of joining. When the stones' creature is near, it glows and becomes warm.

Dan looked to Avlynn as they hurried into the museum and he stuffed away the stones. It seems he wasn't the only one keeping secrets... Why this werewolf hadn't ripped him to pieces yet, he didnt know. But by now she probably knew he was a slayer. He'd have to play along.

The two entered through the loading dock door, and shut it behind them. It was unusually quiet.

"Where are the workers? and where's Julian..." Avlynn said, looking around the crates of the back area. It was dimly lit by a few service lights.

"There were people here?" Dan was growing uneasy...could she be setting him up for a trap?

"Yes but....they're gone. Come, i...sense something." Avlynn said, motioning for Dan to follow.

"Sense?" *CLANG* "Cut the charade. I know you're a were, and you know im a slayer. I'm not falling for this." Dan said. He had Nasher out, and cut into a large wooden crate behind Avlynn. The blade ran across her neck as he held it, and she had to hold herself away because the silver blade was burning her neck.

Avlyn hissed with the prescense of silver, "Look, I keep to myself, I dont kill humans. I'm not in a pack. I have a job for god sakes. Theres a bigger problem right now, if you know im a were then for sure you know theres vampires in here doing who knows what."

"Maybe, but what reason do I have to trust you?" Dan said, not moving the sword. The smallest gesture and she'd be decapitated.

"I would've killed you while you were blinded. I dont bother anyone Dan, please." Avlynn pleaded, looking into Dan's eyes.

She wasn't really pleading for her life. She may be able to use her speed to escape, but that would start a fight where she could die before transforming. Dan could see she really didn't want trouble, and the human in him decided to listen where many other slayers would kill without reason. He lowered the sword.

"You must understand that this was necessary." Dan said

"Perhaps. None-the-less, your trust would be nice."

"We'll see about that. Let's check out what these vamps are up to." Dan said, taking out his pistol and handing it to Avlynn if she wanted it.

Emeline walked into the museum as silently as a ghost. She could hear the faint hum of voices ahead of her. Stealthily she moved faster to catch up. A female werewolf was speaking to the slayer. It seemed completely at odds with what Emeline knew of the St Michael’s assassins but she decided it was probably a case of let’s deny what we are to each other and I’ll kill you when your back is turned.

It seemed that they were heading for the South Wing. Emeline already knew the layout of the museum from her studies of the layout. She knew how to bypass the odd pair and get to where the amulet was.

She approached the room she knew was designated for the amulet. Before she arrived she heard the chatter of voices and caught the distinct scent of other vampires. She touched her amulet to extend her senses. It seemed the other vampires were after the amulet too.

The amulet told her something else too: the man with the clipboard was lying. The amulet had been one of the first things put on display. It was in the chamber three rooms up.

She immediately made her way to it. It stood encased in a glass cube, laying on red velvet with a number of other jewellery from newer eras surrounding it. Emeline stopped in her tracks as she felt the impulse to pick up the amulet. “Ansgar is awake and calling,” she said quietly to herself.

Before she could chant the counter spell she heard someone approach. It seemed fighting was going to be inevitable. Emeline reached for a sword hanging from the wall and poised herself in waiting...

As the brawl progressed Fen easily saw the vampire had the upperhand.  Fen was bleeding from numerous cuts and scratches and he could tell something in his arm was broken.  He hadn't had the time pull out the scimitars let alone shift into wolf.  He cycled through his options and the only thing he figured he could do was flee.  He cursed himself.  At the first oppurtunity he got Fen leapt at the vampire and landed a hard punch across his face.  He jumped off the dazed vampire and turned and sprinted down the main street. 

Where to go?  The pack gathering was out of the question.  It was too far and the vampire might pursue.  If he were to change now he would be injured and that wouldn't help him at all.  He needed a few minutes before he was recuperated enough to change forms.

Fen took left and right turns until he finally stopped.  Marley's Point Museum.  Why had he come here.  No matter.  He needed to get inside.  Fen smashed the glass door and crawled through the opening.  He immediately stopped in the lobby.  There were vampires inside.  Someone's blood had been spilled.  And everything just smelled...wrong. 

Fen cautiously headed into the museum not sure what he would find.

Marus walked in with one of his twin Berettas held out, ready to fire. The museum was quiet, and unsurprisingly he was not the first one inside after hours, that much was obvious. Tracing the female vampire wasn't the hard part, he could smell her from a mile away. Keeping his scent to a minimum from the nearby werewolves was his challenge.

Drawing nearer, Marus gave into a sprint.

She's just around the corner.

Sure enough, there was the female vampire he had met earlier, standing around a display case and whispering so soft that no normal human could ever hear this, even if only three feet away.

“Ansgar is awake and calling.”

The female noticed Marus' presence and grabbed a sword and broke into a ready stance, eager to take down whoever came through the doors. Casually walking into the room, Marus lowered his pistol and began to break the ice.

"Not a bad place. Who's Angsar? We might want to get out of here, there's some nearby puppies that probably would have no trouble in disposing of us. Human too."

Ian was happy, he had decided to start a new life. He decided to start in the museum, he stood at the door and breathed in. It wasn't long after that he smelled an unexpected surprise he smelled again to make sure, but it was still their it was Fen. He had tried to avoid him since the discussion, after he had saw Avlynn he had fell in love again but with Fen their he wasn't to sure he could start over. He walked in silently, Fen was talking to a human. Ian climbed from the walls to the ceiling, he used the smell from the human to hide his smell. Ian saw Avlynn in the room chatting along.