RPG: Supernatural II: Rise of the Vampire Mage (Page 4 of 7)

"What is the deal with that amulet?" Avlynn said as she watched the vampire claw its way up the hood of the Hummer.

"It's a bad amulet," Dan's friend replied.

Avlynn shook her head, "I can see that." She was just getting ready to leap out of the Hummer to clobber the vampire when another vampire beat her to it. "Man, they're coming out of the woodwork tonight."

She aimed her gun at the new vampire that looked like a gangster but the thing was lacking ammo. "Dammit," she muttered.

**Didn't Adeptus's character just steal the amulet or has he turned back into a werewolf?

Re-reading what I wrote, it isn't very clear... will fix it later.**

hi im new here and i wanna join is that ok

Lev navigated the Humvee through the alley, dodging large trash bins and parked cars. The vampire grasping the hood skidded across to the passenger side in an attempt to kick in the windscreen.

"Wolfie, you best be buckled in," Lev fired a shot through through the glass from his .44, hitting the vile creature in his shoulder. "-because this is gonna be rough!" He smashed the Humvee against the brick alley building wall, knocking paint and truck parts off in an attempt to rid the vehicle of it's unwanted passenger.

"You're just plain crazy." Avlynn said dryly.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Lev jerked the wheel of his Humvee hard to the left, cutting across traffic out of the alleyway, tires screeching on the damp road surface. Lev floored the pedal in an attempt to follow Dan through an intersection, running a red light. Next thing he knew, the Humvee was upside down inside a building. A garbage truck had clipped the rear end of the Humvee, forcing it to spiral and flip into one unlucky corner Chinese curio shop.

"Got...to get out of...here..." Lev frantically unbuckled his seat belt, and tried crawling out of the broken driver's side window. Everything was blurry, and his ears were ringing. A figure grabbed his forearm a hauled him out of the wreck.

"...get you.......of here..." Lev tried shaking his head to clear the image, but no to avail. "...Daniel Fortes..."

He was propped up against a broken china cabinet, continually wiping his eyes with his forearm. Suddenly the ringing stopped and Lev could hear. "Slow down...I can't see..."

"You have oil or something in your eyes, Jimbo. Can you stand up?"

It was Dan he heard. ...oh ****... "Yeah I think so."

"Easy there..." Dan helped him up. "You know, It's a funny thing..."

"Don't start with me Squire..."

**Okay my previous post is null and void... here’s the update**

Avlynn had blacked out for a moment as the Hummer had come to a messy stop. The roof had been crushed so that she couldn’t open the rear doors. Wiping a hand under her nose, Avlynn realised she was bleeding. “I ain’t got time to bleed,” she muttered as she kicked the door off the Hummer to crawl out.

Someone at that moment asked, “Is everyone okay over here?”

“Just peachy,” Avlynn growled as she pulled her gun from the wreckage. “So where’d the psycho leach with the amulet go?”

"Dont start with me Squire..." Lev said as Dan helped him up. He was getting tired of his title..

"Hey, is everyone ok over here?" An unknown voice called. Dan instinctively whipped out his pistol and threw his aim back to the voice. It was a man with long hair wearing a trenchcoat, he could see a weapon behind his back.

"Just peachy. So where'd the psycho leach with the amulet go?" Avlynn rose from the wreckage and answered.

"I don't know. But...identify yourself." Dan said to the stranger.

(sorry, tiny post, but idk what to do)

Opal glanced at the moonlight spilling languidly in through the old windows. In the ash and pale  light, the man on the other side of the room hadn't conceived of what was about to befall him. Opal had work to be done, and she needed all the strength and power she could muster. She would allow herself to feed again.

Alex couldn't believe his luck. A beautiful woman hitting on him? Sure he had flirted with many women in his time circling the bars in town, hoping one would actually take him up on his offer to his place. But this one, oh she was different. And a blonde at that. Oh did Alex have a weakness for the blondes. He couldn't believe his luck when she lightly moved up next to him standing at the bar, glancing around the room for girls. His housemate, Pat had already found one and was talking to her over in a booth on the other side.

"I'm Opal, can I buy you a drink?" she had said in quality that was unmistakable. He'd used it before. She wanted him bad. She played the game better than he did, and soon she was floating out the door and into the night with him, heading to his house.

Now in the dark and moonlight, he wasn't sure if he saw her at all. He looked over at her, and she seemed like a wisp of air and silver. "shake out of it Alex" he thought. " that's the Jack and coke talking." He smiled as she brought her pale face towards his.

Alex's smile drained away from his face, in shock and horror. She didn't kiss him as he thought she would. The pain was acute, swift and before his sex addled brain could register what was happening, it all went dark. The light was replaced by the safety and warmth of a swift death.

Opal stood tall as the body fell, drained of all blood. She felt stronger now. Strong enough to start down the only path she knew how to tread. Oh her love would have what he needed. She could feel the power of the amulet, even at this distance. It was calling to her, pulling her towards it. She reasoned on it. If she was feeling its pull, others would have to know of its importance by now. Secrets never stay as they should.

So Opal left the emaciated and lifeless body where it landed and she headed out into the moonlight. Heading the call of her master, in his service. Towards the amulet.

One of the figures had a gun.  Figured.  Morgan brought his gunsword to rest beside him, in the other person's view.  it wasn't a threatening gesture, but it showed that he didn't have any surprises up his sleeve.

"My name is Gre-- Morgan Black.  I just got into town.  What is going on over here?"

As he said that, someone growled behind him, snarling, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take off your sorry head and be done with another of your wretched kind."

Morgan turned to look, immediately cursing himself for turning his back on the jumpy guys with guns.  There was a man in tattered pants holding a scimitar to another figure's neck.  The hostage appeared pale and kind of twitchy.  The swordsman appeared... feral.  Wait.  He smelled like a werewolf, musky and animalistic, with a barely checked rage.  Black's grip tightened on Fate but he would rather he find out what was going on in this messed up town before he started firing blindly.  So he slipped to the side, in such a way as to keep the Hummer crew and the newcomers in his field of view.  And that was when he realized it; there were two werewolf scents...and one of them female.

**My apologies guys, my brain is rather frazzled due to the latest events... allow me to fix**

Avlynn snorted, "Great I run into Fen and now everyone wants to kill one another."

Suddenly the weirdos with the green smoke puffed in.

"I should not have opened my mouth," Avlynn muttered as she lifted her gun. As her finger pulled the trigger to shoot the nearest weirdo, the gun clicked empty. "No ammo, you've got to be kidding me."

"None shall stop the amulet from reaching the master," one of the weirdos claimed and then they began to chant.

Fen had the life of this vampire in his hands.  It would be so easy to separate the head from the shoulders and be done with it.  He pulled the sword back but didn't notice the mages once again materialize.  He was clipped by an impact spell that sent him spinning.  He managed to swing his sword and gash the vampires arm.  But he was immediately assailed by one of the mages.

Fen ducked and rolled as spells came flying in.  He zeroed in on the one mage who was focusing on him.  Fen ran to the wall and leapt off, scimitar slicing through the mage before he had a chance to create a shield.  Fen eyed the new Slayer and Dan diving behind a truck.  He quickly sprinted over taking cover with them. 

"Listen.  As much as I want to splay open your throats where you stand, I believe it would be beneficial for all of us to help one another out.  Alright slayers?"

Well, having strange creatures pop out of thin air hadn't been high on Black's "this is what I expect to happen tonight" plans.  Then again, those plans rarely went down smoothly.  He fired a round at one of the creatures, missing, but causing it to jump away from him, giving him time to sweep Fate around, and remove its head.  Apparently, the vampire-threatening werewolf had decided to join up with the occupants of the Hummer.  In the current situation, Black didn't blame them.  He killed another minion that had tried to 'port in behind him, and growled low in his throat.

Go on, do it.  Embrace the change.  Become what you need to so that you can kill these pests.  Show them true power!

"NO!"  Black leaped over the hummer, and killed two more of the creatures, fighting not only against them, but against himself, and the monster beneath his skin.  It was then that he heard the sirens approaching.  They would ask too many questions that he did not want to answer; he had to get out of there.  The Hummer crew was crowded behind a pickup truck, one of them on a motorcycle.  So far, everything seemed to be hinging on them, for what reasons, Black didn't know.  Whatever the reason, these magical creeps made this personal... and the hummer crew were in the best position to give him an explanation.

He sprinted the distance to his bike, and revved the engines, just in time to narrowly avoid getting hit by a Peterbilt truck.  This just wasn't his night for riding...

Name:Chaos king of the four faces.
Species:Elder Vampire (Rouge)
Age:848
Appearance:

Weapons:Johan soul stealer

, his physical power, his knowledge and the power to morph.
History:Leader of the local clan he once ruled a clan in Ireland and grew it hear to America, now the father of seven sons and the husband of twelve wives he rules all werewolves in the area of Jason Swamp. He is also aware of his enemies return.
Personality:Mood swings left and right hens giving him his name king of the four faces.
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Chaos came off of his throne and watched outside of abandon mansion, he had herd about the amulet and prepared for the danger coming to Marley Point. He counted the seconds, but backwards he was counting down to the exact time. Chaos sat back down and called upon one of his many followers.