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

Evasive and quick, Drogan managed to bypass most of the horde by using simple climbing skills and moving fast. Soon enough he could see the others. One of them, a male, turned quickly and drew a weapon. "Who the hell are you?"

Drogan stopped whistling and grinned. He raised his hands, still holding the head in a bag.
"Please, allow me to introduce myself,"

"Thats what I was asking for."

"My name is Walter Drogan. And I am a vampire."

"Whats in the bag?"

"Ah, now that, my friend, is the question isnt it? Of course to tell you would be to lose any upper hand I may or may not have. Simply put, that's for me to know, and you to find out."

The sounds of thumping on the huge stone doors echoed down the crypts corridors and Avlynn turned her head to listen more clearly. "Either the zombies are beating at the door or Emeline actually made it back."

Fen huffed, "Typical."

Avlynn didn't bother pointing out that the vampire's survival was almost key to their own. "I'll get it."

Fen shook his head. "You need my help, those doors are too heavy for one werewolf."

The pair made it to the doors without anymore undead revealing themselves. "Who's there?" Avlynn shouted at the door and winced as her voice echoed down through the crypt.

"Emeline and Black, now let us in!" Emeline shouted in response.

Avlynn pried her fingers into the door's handholds on her side and pulled as Fen did the same on his side. The doors parted enough for someone to slip in sideways. Emeline didn't hesitate.

"There's someone else out there," Emeline commented as Black slipped through.

"We can't exactly hold the doors open for them," Fen replied as he started shifting his.

Avlynn started shutting her door but a hand from above waved, "Wait! We climbed!"

Avlynn looked up to see the vampire dressed like a gangster, the one who'd had the amulet. "Shall I shut the door?" she asked Emeline.

Fen pulled a gun on this newcomer. 

"Who the hell are you?"

"Please, allow me to introduce myself,"

"Thats what I was asking for."  Fen growled his response and cocked his revolver.

"My name is Walter Drogan. And I am a vampire."

"Whats in the bag?"

"Ah, now that, my friend, is the question isnt it? Of course to tell you would be to lose any upper hand I may or may not have. Simply put, that's for me to know, and you to find out."

Another new vampire.  This was making Fen uncomfortable.  And Fen didn't like this package he carried with him.  It could be a bluff.  Was he bluffing?  Fen was having a hard time telling.  He lowered the gun and was about to attempt to close the door when he looked outside. Fen spied a lone figure walking towards them.

"Eyes up.  We have another visitor."

The man wore a hoodie and walked as if he was human.  Fen sniffed.  Not fully human.  Vampire.  Another damn vampire.

"What are you doing here?"

"Me?"

"No.  Him."  Fen pulled a pistol and shot a zombie approaching up behind the stranger.  "Of course you.  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now.  One less vampire in the world would make my life a lot easier."

Dan and Lev slowly crept down the vine into an ever darkening chasm. After a few moments, Lev touched down and squinted in the darkness. Dan heard the characteristic sound of a Zippo lighter being lit.

Coming up behind Lev, Dan turned on his chest flashlight and Lev looked and it, shrugged, and turned off the lighter, the SKSM coat of arms engraved on it disappearing into his pocket.

"Well...what a wonderful smell you've discovered." Dan said and looked around the cave. This area seemed to be cheap passage that was formed somehow, and may lead to another part of the crypt.

"Yeah...well you lead since you've got your oh-so-handy flash light." Lev said, stepping around in the muck.

The floor seemed to be moist, and the damp musty smell was bothersome. The two stalked through the chasm, and into the continuing black void. Dan's flash light seemed to end right in front of them, and when he turned on the laser on his G36c it stretched on until he could see it no longer.

After what felt like an eternity, Lev stopped Dan.

"Hold it."

Dan looked back and he could see Lev's shadow motioning him to the side. Entrenched into the wall was a corridor the flashlight couldnt pick up at its angle. They decided to change course and went down the passage until they reached a ledge.

Dan lowered his small flash light and he could see the floor some ways down.

"Ok, its not that far, we can lower ourselves." Dan said and crouched down. Lev was looking over Dan's shoulder, down into the pit.

"Dan...why does the floor, move?" Lev said and held Dan by the shoulder. Dan looked down and noticed it. The floor seemed alive. It pulsed and swayed...and slithered.

It was then that they heard what they ignored at first. The 'hissing'. Lev listened closely.

"Asps...very dangerous.....you go first." Lev said and released Dan's shoulder.

"Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?" Dan said and leaned against the wall. Just then Dan and Lev looked at each other. Something was odd...

Lev spun and walked a few feet then stopped abruptly.

"Dan, the light!"

Dan turned and shone his flashlight down the passage they came, but there was no passage.

Lev ran his hand across the rock wall that had appeared out of thin air and sealed them in the snake pit chamber.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

Ozzy was confused he didn't know were he was going or if hes even on the wrong side. He didn't like it that he was working with vampires, werewolves were ok but vampires didn't make him to comfortable he didn't like vampires even thou he was half vampire they had taken away most of his life and spread it out in a very confusing way that ruined it. A gangster vampire was in front of him dressed like a gangster, although he could some suspicion in the vampire as if the vampire had just noticed something very disturbing. Ozzy had heard the vampires name a couple of times, Drogan, the name was odd even for a vampire. As they cept moving Drogan would look back a couple of times, Ozzy couldn't stand the awkwardness and said:

"Ok, Drogan i don't know what your problem is but my name is Ozzy. And i would really hate to say this but, how about we work together instead of having an awkward phase. By the way whats in the bag it looks like a head."

Drogan didn't answer he just shrugged even more. Ozzy walked past him and went to go talk to the werewolf that found him that was talking to a female.

Name: Keliel Nostuvien (Kel for short)
Species:Regular Vampire
Gender:Male  Age: 265 years old
Affiliation: Exiled Vampires
Appearance:

WOC:Stamira (Blade of weariness, usually sheathed/ Shown in characters hand in pic above ),
x2 Custom 9mm pistol
(Other weapons may be seen in the future at the loss of one's shown here)

Kel's eyes flitted opened. Groginess flooded him. Where was he. He couldn't remember then slowly it started to fall back in place, who he waswhat he'd become in order to save his fragile incompetence of a life. He waited for the memories to return, knowing now that he was in his chambers, in his coffin. He'd have to check with his servants what the year was.
Why had he wokened though. A regular like him would have no reason to be summoned, unless by an elder in need of assistance. Slowly his mind churned and gears ground in his mind in ponderance. Finally the answer found him. The amulet of Delkath had been re-discovered. He made ready for his quest, heading to a freezer of sorts and grabbing two leather sacks, each containing blood that would soon thaw out and be drinkable. He then stepped over to his weapons cache grabbing Stamira and his two handy 9's. Filling his coat pockets with differant variants of ammunition. SIlver bullets for wolves, UV for enemy vamps, and explosive rounds for any other undead ******* in his way..Fully geared he headed upstairs to the manor's Base floor.  Kel now headed into a room containing a seer stone of sorts. It had belonged to the Elder of his previous coven and required a powerful will to look into it and receive answers. Kel shut both doors behind him and placed his hands upon the stine. He delved into the murky lights within the orb, seeking an answer to his question. Where was the amulet? Shadows assaulted his mind from within the orb and soon the right one made contact. Marley's point, it had shrieked. Kel released his grip on the orb immediately. With his question he would now seek out the amulet. He stormed  into the dining room and announced "Ximaran, Fenduras. Get your things together we're headed to marley's point" The  two bolted to thier living quarters, within minutes Kel's force was ready and out the door entering a black 1949 Cadillac. The three sped out away from the dark manor and out onto the road. It would take quite some time to get to Marley's point.

(Just to point out, Ximuran is Male/Fenduras is female. Both Regular vamps.)

The area they were in now was a small hallway.  Avlynn began walking the tunnel.  This place would be his doom.  Fen did not like being sequestered in a tomb.  The indoors made him agitated.  He always thought of himself as more of a free spirit. 

"I feel so cramped in here.  Never was good with small spaces."  Fen found himself panting in the dank tunnel.

Avlynn chuckled.  "There was that one time when some hunters managed to capture you Fen.  I recall them sticking you in a cage.  When I managed to track you down and break you out, you almost took my hand off you were so upset."

Fen muttered under his breath, "Slept outside for the next few weeks."  The three continued their walk down the hallway.  Fen kept eyeing the walls.  Suddenly he thought he saw the wall budge an inch.  He stopped and did a double take.  Sure enough the walls on either side.

"The walls are closing in!"

Emmeline tisked.  "Do not let your fears get a hold of you now Fendren."

"No you stupid Vampire, the walls are moving!"  Emmeline and Avlynn both looked at the walls which were now moving faster.  What was 6 feet was now 5.

Avlynn looked down the hallway not seeing an end and screamed, "Run!"