RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 3 of 27)

Name: Paul Dumas
Age:  110  (30 in human years)
Affiliation/ Species: Werewolf
Class: Regular Werewolf
Appearance: 6'2".  Scruffy blonde.  Piercing blue eyes.  Wears a trench coat (:P)  Peak physical condition.
Paraphernalia: Carries two sai.
Personality:  Loner.  Would be viewed as the omega wolf in Crispin's pack.  All this abuse he has received has made him a hateful person.  Is very aggressive and has been known to lash out.
History:  Was bitten at age 14.  Has always been shunned in the pack because immediately after he was bitten and transformed, he killed the one who infected him.

Paul observed Loxley as he tried some of his mooth moves on Daphne. Paul sneered.  Does this man not take a hint?  Loxley seeing Paul immediately turned aggressive.

"Well well if it isn't the Omega.  Come for your daily beating?"

Paul walked towards him.  "Maybe I have.  But hey I can see you really are hitting it off with the ladies."

"Why you little piece of..."  He struck Paul causing him to fall to the ground.  Paul was seeing red.  As Loxley turned back to Daphne smiling, Paul was on Loxley shoving him to the ground.  He no longer knew what he was doing, the wolf in him was savagely beating Loxley fist after fist.

Fort was making his way to the nightclub the freelancer told him about. "The doors in the ally behind the pawn shop on the corner of Oak street and 10th ave. Big guy, dreadlocks." He remembered.

He decided to walk, it was close enough. He loved the stares he got because of his giant sword on his back as his trench coat flapped around him. The stares were few however, not many people wandered the streets at this time in this city. That was wise of them.

Fort turned a corner and a taxi went cruising by him. As he watched it drive away and turn another corner he noticed a man with a black sweater and its hood over his head walk out of an alley next to him.

Fort sniffed the air, it was a vamp...a young one. He was smoking a cigarette, but it didnt cloud his scent too well in this proximity.

"Got a grit?" said the man. This was obviously an amush, he had just asked for a cigarette while he was smoking one. He wasnt doing to well for one of his first assaults.

"You already got one in your mouth... but let me take care of that." Fort said.

Fort quick drawed his large .44 magnum and blasted the vamp in the mouth before he could react. Its body was sent flying into the dark alley as second vampire, slowed because of the surprise attack, leapt from an open window in the building next to Fort.

Fort watched as it grabbed a lamp post and swung downward, aiming its leg at Fort's chest. He quickly holstered his magnum then side stepped and grabbed the vamps leg with his left hand and slammed his right elbow into its knee, hyper-extending it. It growled in pain and tried to struggle out of Fort's grasp, but his grip was firm.

A third vampire ran from out of the shadows of the alley and snarled at Fort as it leapt at his face. Fort swung the vamp in his arm in a wide arc and sent the other vampire flying across the street. He then slammed the vamp in his hand into the ground and brought out Nasher, his sword. He impaled the vamp through the heart so hard that his sword bit into the sidewalk beneath him.

The third vampire recovered and ran up to Fort again, yet kept its distance, it learned its lesson...though it would never use that knowledge again. Fort lifted Nasher high above his head and launched it at the vampire. It flew across the street with a great whooshing sound and impaled the vampire in the chest. The vampire flew into the building across the street and slammed against it, dead.

Fort unhitched his shotgun from his leg and shot underneath his right arm. Blood and bits of bone rained against his back as the shot echoed through the streets. He placed the shotgun back on his thigh and walked across the street. He reached down and picked up Nasher, gently sheathing it on his back.

He wiped some blood off his arm and walked into the night.

Nick shrugged, nodded, and then offered his arm to Daphne; it was only polite.  They walked through the forest, talking about the weird deaths as of late.  About six of their pack had wound up dead, and there hadn't been any surge in vamp movement, as far as Nick could tell.  Eventually, Nick's curiosity got the better of him.

"So, why is Loxley back there always like that?  He seems protective of you, but in a very obsessive manner.  As in, he would rip my head off for talking to you, if he wasn't already trying to do the same to Paul. What'shis beef?"

"Damned if I know. Since he's reached maturity he's followed me round like a bad smell. It's not like I'm anything special, you'd think he'd be chasing Clara but no for some reason he's fixated on me." Daphne said wishing that Loxley would have fancied a different she-wolf preferably one of the ones attracted to him.

At that moment there was a scream from Loxley. "Oh crap," Nick said.

Daphne raised a hand to her face, "Great Paul must have got the better of Loxley, this won't be good. He'll be seeking revenge."

Daphne returned to see that Loxley was missing a fair chunk of flesh from his back. “I’m guessing the omega’s not so easy to beat anymore,” she commented.

“I’ll skin that bastard,” Loxley growled.

“Calm down,” Nick said and Loxley stared daggers at him.

Daphne knew it was up to her to calm Loxley even though she’d probably give him the impression that she actually cared. It was a double edged sword but she’d rather Nick left alive.

Daphne squatted down beside Loxley to look at his injuries. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled but far less aggressively.

“Do you want me to help you stand?” Daphne asked.

He had his hands placed on the ground and was breathing heavily as if concentrating. “Just give me a minute.”

Daphne backed off. She looked around and it was clear that Paul was long gone. She turned back to Loxley, “Do you want some time alone.”

“No, wait for me.” He insisted.

Daphne knew that would be the answer she looked at Nick, hoping he’d stay with them too.

Fort had almost made it to the nightclub when the sun rose. It was probably closed now. He would have to go tonight. He headed back to the Murk Motel instead to sleep.

When he entered his room he opened his supplies crate first. He wanted to go over his things before he slept. He took off all his weapons and placed them on the bed. Then he peered into the large crate and examined everything inside.

There were some rations...he would use those only if necessary. Extra funds of course...always needed money. Lots of silver ammo, naturally. a wetstone to sharpen his sword. Some other tactical equipment. Various handguns...an uzi...several stakes....lots of silver knives and blades. Then he lifted a large bottle of holy water from the crate. A great addition to his weapons.

Many of the slayers now adays didnt use it because it was too old fashioned for them. Just like they didnt use garlic. Fort had some garlic laced mace he used occasionally to subdue vamps alive. What ever worked.

He looked some more and found several other smaller bottles of holy water to be clipped onto his belt. He left them there for now. He opened the large bottle and placed it on the table next to him. He unsheathed Nasher and put the sword on his bed and took the sheath to the table. He took the bottle and gently poured some holy water into the sheath. The inside was metal so it wouldn't leak out. He used this tecnique every once in a while.

He resheathed Nasher over the sink in the bathroom and a little exess holy water poured from the sheath. He placed the sword against the small table next to his bed and placed everything away again. He took off his tactical vest and pants and crawled under the covers in his underwear. He suddenly realized where he was again....that was stupid of him. Oh well, too late now. His eye lids slowly closed over his one blue and one green eye.

Daphne stood stock still as she heard another bout of gunfire. "Not again," she cursed.

"Do you think it's at Paul?" Nick asked.

"Who cares." Loxley growled.

Daphne would have slapped him up the back of the head if he wasn't already bleeding, "He's a pack member we need to protect him."

"He's an omega." Loxley growled deep in his throat.

Nick shook his head, "I'll check it out. Daphne get him out of here."

Daphne let out a sigh, great she was stuck alone with Loxley again. She grabbed his arm and pulled it over her shoulder to assist him in walking upright.

"Thanks, Daphne." He said softly.

"Yeah whatever," Daphne grumbled.

"Wait Simmons?"  Paul stopped and settled down and licked his paws.  He could tell this man did not want to fight.  What a pity.  Oh well. He calmed the wolf within him and slowly changed back.  "I was talking about Loxley.  What happened to this Simmons?  How was he killed?"

Daphne decided to lug Loxley to her now breeched haven. He was dripping blood badly so she refused to take him back to the conclave. Daphne sat Loxley down in under the small overhang and removed the shredded parts of his shirt back. He winced at her touch. “I’m just having a look,” Daphne told. She could see that the wounds were already healing, though he was still a mess.

“How bad is it?” Loxley asked with a grimace.

Daphne raised a brow, so now he was the poor hurt lamb, interesting. “It’s nasty but I’ll heal.”

“That omega needs to learn his place,” Loxley growled.

“And you need to learn to control your temper,” Daphne countered as she placed the shredded bits of fabric back over his wounds to protect them. She sat down next to him but not too close.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to get so nuts at times.” Loxley confessed as he looked at her for forgiveness.

Daphne let out a sigh, “I’m sure you don’t but you’ve got to learn. Paul was just revving you up, he wanted a fight.”

Loxley’s face turned dark, “And he got one, the little mother f-“

“Hush, I don’t want to hear that sort of language.” Daphne said as she looked away from him and at the newly rising sun.

“Sorry,” Loxley repeated but Daphne could tell that he didn’t really mean it. She didn’t bother turning around. After a couple of minutes she felt his hand touch her shoulder. “Daphne, look at me.”

She shifted slightly and turned her head. “Yeah?” she asked impatiently.

Loxley cleared his throat, “Have you decided who you’re going to be with during the Luna Eclipse?”

Oh great, just the question she’d been trying to avoid. “No I haven’t,” she stated coolly and looked away.

His grip on her shoulder tightened to get her attention, “I-I was wondering if you’d-“

“Look Loxley, I’m not interested okay. I thought you would have gotten the hint by now.” Daphne said finally turning to look at him full on.

“I was hoping you’d change your mind,” Loxley said looking very hurt.

Daphne growled in her throat with frustration, she didn’t want to hurt him but the man was as persistent as ants at a picnic. “Look Loxley, you’re sweet but not-“

“Sweet? You think I’m sweet? Do I look sweet to you?” Loxley said with rising ire.

Crap, she’d said the wrong thing and he was already getting on his knees so he sat higher than her. “I take it back, you’re not sweet. You’re a pigheaded jerk who attacks anything male that talks to me. Hell even my male friends are afraid to talk to me because they think you’ll rip out their throats.”

Loxley opened his mouth and pointed his finger at her, “You didn’t see the way they looked at you.”

“Loxley, they’re allowed to look. It’s when touching happens and it’s unwanted that it’s a problem.” Daphne said as she rose to her feet, now at the higher position.

Loxley wobbled a bit but managed to stand, he was taller than her and he was using that to appear more dominant. “I was only trying to protect you.”

“No Loxley, you alienated me from everyone else. Hell Nick was worried that you’d attack him just for walking with me.” Daphne snarled.

“Did he touch you?” Loxley rumbled low in his throat.

“That’s none of your business,” Daphne said as she leant forward with aggression.

“He did, didn’t he? Slimy bastard,” Loxley growled.

“He offered me his arm while I walked with him. He was being polite.” Daphne told as her voice grew louder with anger.

“He was putting the moves on you but you are mine.” Loxley said with his head down and his eyes focussed on her possessively.

“I am not yours. Get that thought out of your head right now. I’d prefer to date the guy with the sword.” Daphne yelled feeling the beast in her coming to the surface. She wanted to lash out at Loxley. She wanted to take him down. She wanted to pin him to the ground with her muzzle around his throat and sink her teeth down slowly. The thought shocked her, he was infuriating but he was still part of her pack. She backed down and took a step back thinking about her sudden inclination.

Loxley watched her and took her motion as submission. “You will come to me during the Luna Eclipse.”

Daphne’s nose switched a moment before she snarled and launched herself at him. Her momentum sent them both to the ground. She grabbed his shirt front while her knees pinned his arms down. “I am not interested in you. Get that through your thick skull,” she said as she thumped his head into the ground for emphasis.

Loxley let out a slow breath and looked at her tight lipped then he flipped her over so he was now on top. “No you listen to me. I’m not one to give up easily. I will change your mind.”

Daphne raised her knee up hard and caught him in the groin. He grabbed his crotch and rolled away from her. “No Loxley, you’ll be the one to change your mind.” Daphne snarled as she got to her feet and walked away from him. “Sleazebag,” she muttered to herself as she merged back into the forest.

Nick found Paul talking to a strange human, but their scents were...wrong.  At least one of theirs was, at least.  He morphed into his lupine form and stalked around them, his senses heightened and aware.  And then he settled into the shadows and listened.

Nick emerged, in full lupine form.  While Paul was indeed an omega, Nick did his best to treat him with respect whenever possible.  He sat down in front of Paul, between him and the other one, tongue lolling out, doing his best to look like a normal wolf, hoping dearly that this other man did not have the aility to detect his true nature.  And then he waited for the mn to actually do something.  Shifting into human was not an option right now; his clothes had been shredded during his transformation, and he didn't really want to embarrass himself by going back to his uncovered human form.  So the wolf one would have to do for now.