RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 4 of 27)

Catching the sent of Humans and Werewolves, Zan proceded to land. Landing aloft on a large tree branch, Zan held as still as possible to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Soon after, Zan caught the fragments of a conversation. Zan then begain to investigate...

((this is you Sev Fett, and Lord Revan))

(Does holy water affect werewolves?)

(Also, Ph43r is your talking about me, im like that anymore, im fighting Loxley)

Fort leaped from the bed as the wolfman flew throught the room and towards him. What had he said? "Stay away from my female..." .

He was probably referring to the female lycanthrope he met earlier. The Luna Eclipse was coming soon so he was probably her mate and tracked Fort down after smelling his scent on her.

The werewolf landed on the bed and then jumped at Fort again....who was still half naked. Fort ducked and the werewolf slammed into the wall and the impact knocked the TV onto the floor. Fort took the opportunity to grab Nasher and unsheath him.

The lycan rose and looked at the giant sword, he kept his distance now. His back seemed to be wounded... Fort backed up and grabbed his .44magnum from the night table and quickly shot at the werwolf. The werewolf dodged by jumping to the other side of the room. He was pretty fast, even for a wounded lycan. But Fort was no amatuer.

From there the lycan leapt at Fort once again and Fort lifted Nasher in defence. He hand his magnum in the other hand so he couldn't parry if he blocked. The clawes of the werewolf struck the black and sent sparks flying off of it. Fort dropped his magnum and took Nasher with both hands. The wolf struck at him again and Forts supernatural reflexes and strength helped him deflect. Fort parried and slashed the lycan across the chest. It wasnt too deep, it would live.

It leaped backwards to reset his attack position. It looked down at its wound and snarled at Fort. Fort looked down at his underwear and shrugged.

The werewolf leapt at Fort again and Fort ducked underneath him. The lycan crashed through the window and outside the room. Fort backed up just as the lycan leapt through the window once more and Fort blocked its left claws, however it expected this and swung its right under the sword. Five red lines appeared on Fort's chest and blood slowly trickled down to his abs.

Fort swung Nasher at the werewolf once more and it leapt to the now vacant little table where the TV had once been. It crouched there and growled at Fort once more. The table buckled underneath its weight however and it splintered beneath it. It adjusted its footing after the surprise collapse of the table, yet it was too late. Nasher hung, stabbed onto the wall. The werwolf's head was impaled upon the sword. The sound of its skull crunching was somewhat satisfying to Fort...a sound of victory.

The sword no doubt had gone through the dry wall and into the next room. Fort sighed...he hoped no one was next door and got freaked out. Oh well. Fort pulled out Nasher and the lycan collapsed into the pile of shattered wood that was the table.

(Can I kill Loxley Mel?)

((I’d prefer not, I’ve got plans for him later. Besides you can play hunt to kill him in the meantime…))

Crispin didn’t waste his time he went to the next room. He found Loxley impailed by a near naked man. With a sigh, Crispin stepped in. Loxley might be an aggressive fool but he was still part of his pack, Crispin swiped at the Halfling and looked at Loxley’s wounded head. It was amazing that he wasn’t dead. Crispin racked it up to Loxley being in his humanoid wolf form as the skull was very thick.

“I want to know where my daughter is?” Crispin demanded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” said the Halfling.

Crispin sniffed the air which was fully tainted with sweat and blood. The scent, so like Anita’s, came from this Halfling. Crispin raised a brow. “Who is your mother?”

“What does it matter?” the Halfling replied.

“You reek of my daughter’s scent.” Crispin told.

Loxley scrabbled to his feet, his face showing a terrible raw wound. He glared at the Halfling. “He wants Daphne, he won’t have her.” He growled.

Crispin rolled his eyes, “Loxley now is really not the time.”

Loxley dropped back to the floor, his hand going to his head. He transformed back into his human form so his head healed fully along with his other wounds. Loxley stood with his long black hair draped down his muscular chest. He cracked his knuckles wanting to go another round with the Halfling.

Crispin didn’t look at him but said the name that would get Loxley’s attention, “Daphne’s found another body, one of our own. See if you can help her retrieve it.”

Loxley stalked out of the room but stopped at the doorway. He glared at the Halfling, “I’ll be back for you. No one touches my Daphne.”

Daphne had gone back to the conclave to get help in returning Fang’s body. Deciding she’d had enough male company for the time being she’d gotten help from Clara, one the most attractive female werewolves in their conclave. Clara wasn’t the smartest cookie, but she had a good heart.

The pair of she-wolves travelled on a quad-runner, it didn’t take them long to find Fang’s corpse.

“Oh he looks so gross,” Clara said as she viewed the body.

“This is the fifth one we’ve found this week in this condition,” Daphne said as she brought out the stretcher.

“Will he disintegrate if we move him?” Clara asked.

Daphne shook her head, “I doubt it. The others were solid enough.”

The pair moved Fang onto the stretcher and lifted it onto the small trailer behind the quad. Once he was secure they headed back to the conclave.

“I wonder what method the vamps are using to kill this way.” Clara said as they travelled back.

“I don’t know as there’s no obvious wounds to suggest some sort of poison or anything.” Daphne replied.

“What about powers? Perhaps the vampires have figured out a new one?” Clara suggested.

The thought made Daphne cold, if the vampires could do this with their abilities it was very scary. Then she remembered that some vampires had show up dead in the same manner.

“I wonder if it’s the slayers, we’ve had dead vampires found in the same way.” She informed Clara.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Clara said in response.

Both women remained silent for the rest of the journey as they pondered their own thoughts. They were unloading Fang’s body from the trailer when Loxley appeared. Daphne noticed he’d ditched his black shirt. She also saw the way Clara lit up at the sight of him.

“Hello Loxley,” Clara gushed.

“Hi Clara,” he said without much feeling. “Hello Daphne,” he said with a more throaty tone. “I met your lover.”

Daphne’s brow furrowed, “Lover? What lover? I don’t even have a lover.”

Loxley took a step closer and Daphne could see that his skin was taunt and there was the faint mark of a new scar under his right eye. “I could smell him at your under hang where you left me. I tracked him back to town. The bastard used a sword on me.” Suddenly the truth dawned on Loxley, “He was the guy that attacked you, wasn’t he?”

Daphne nodded with a condescending smile, “That’d be the one.”

Loxley put his hand agitatedly to his head, “Damn it, I should have realised. I should have stayed and killed him.”

“You what?” Daphne said, “You attacked him?”

“Of course I did, he was tainting your honour.” Loxley said to justify himself.

Clara swooned, “How romantic.”

“He could have killed you, he’s a slayer.” Daphne told.

Loxley snorted, “He only managed a flesh wound.”

Daphne held the end of the stretcher with one hand and poked the fresh skin on Loxley’s face, “That looks like more than a mere flesh wound scar.”

Loxley flinched, “He impaled me with that damn sword.”

Daphne shuddered, “It’s a miracle you’re alive.”

“Crispin stepped in,” Loxley admitted. “He thought Anita was there.”

Daphne tilted her head slightly, so Crispin had picked up on the half-wolf’s scent too. That was interesting. “Did Crispin know who he is?”

Loxley shrugged, “Don’t know.” Loxley reached for the stretcher and took it from Daphne, “I’ll carry this for you. Who is it by the way?” he asked as he looked at the tarp covering the body.

“It’s Fang,” she said feeling a touch of grief. Fang had always been a happy soul. He’s always had a joke to make everyone laugh.

Loxley noticed her reaction and snorted, “He’s better off dead. Couldn’t tell a decent joke anyway.”

Daphne glared at him but didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go, Loxley,” Clara chirped as she still held the other end of the stretcher.

Loxley gave a nod but kept looking at Daphne over his shoulder until he couldn’t see her anymore.

Daphne let out a sigh. She needed to find Crispin and find out what was going on.

Daphne rang Crispin’s chauffeur to find out where he’d dropped off the alpha. She wrote down the street name and jumped in her car. As she drove along the street she saw a crummy looking motel that had obvious signs of a brawl. Surprisingly the Police weren’t there. Daphne wondered if such behaviour was a common occurrence.

Daphne parked near a well-lit service station even though the sun was starting to fill the sky with soft light.

Walking quietly, Daphne made her way to the Murk Motel and stepped around the broken glass that littered the ground. A doorway stood open and Daphne saw that Crispin was inside talking to someone. She couldn’t see who but she heard some of the conversation and the other voice did sound like the half-wolf.

Daphne didn’t interrupt Crispin, she knew her place when around the alpha. Daphne was not a blood relative to Crispin as her father had been adopted by one of the dominant females when his true mother had died during a pack war. Her mother had come from a rival pack but had been accepted when her father took her as his mate.

Daphne cleared her thoughts of family, she’s lost too many of her own.

She decided to move to a better vantage point to see what was going on. As she squatted down beside a car she was rather surprised to see the half-wolf talking to Crispin in only his underwear. Red marks marred his chest, Daphne ground her teeth, it was obviously Loxley’s work as Crispin was talking not fighting.

Daphne knew she shouldn’t be concerned about Loxley’s attack on the slayer, as he’d probably come after her eventually. But because he was half-wolf she felt that she owed him an apology for Loxley’s irrational behaviour.

There were wolfs out there, John could smell them. It was faint, they were probably in their human forms. He tried to decide if he should try to kill them, he looked over at Audrey, pointing his gun at the wall, near where the sword had been sticking out.

There were several seconds of awkward slience.

"Alright, state your business before I get annoyed and someone here dies." Fort said to Crispin and Daphne. It was partly a bluff. Fort wasn't foolish enought to take on an alpha werewolf and another werewolf while only wearing pants and not having all his weapons at hand.

After her last statement Daphne turned to leave after Crispin. Fort placed Nasher against the door frame and snatched Daphne's wrist. He spun with increadible speed, her fist headed straight for Fort's face. But it hadn't connected, Fort caught her fist.

"Watch it missy." He said.

"What?" She asked, frustrated as she yanked her arms out of Fort's grip. Crispin turned to watch them. He would strike if necessary.

"Where...where can I meet this Anita?" Fort whipsered to Daphne. He had to know. He had to know for sure...

Fort hesitated... this was COMPLETELY against protocol at the Silver Knights of St. Michael. Yet, it was a family matter. He must know. He extended his hand.

"Sir Nathaniel Fortesque, pleased to make your aquantance. What might your full name be?"

"Oh...riviting tale im sure. But now I gotta pay the repair bill your little wannabe mate made. Happy Luna Eclipse!" Fort said mockingly and he backed into the room and shut the door.

He was normally not so agressive, he usually kept his cool. But the recent information about his possible mother and the upcoming Luna Eclipse sending his hormones crazy was really playing with his emotions. He lifted Nasher unto his shoulder and ran his other hand through his hair and sighed. How was he going to explain the destruction of the room? He'd do that later.

He resheathed Nasher and placed it next to the bed again. He placed his revolver under his pillow. He wasnt going to take anymore chances. He crawled back into bed to finish his rest. He was on a night schedule now, he slept during the day and it was now morning. he would pursue the nightclub with the man with dreadlocks later.

Daphne knocked on the door. Nathaniel opened it, "What?"

"You didn't get my number? Obviously you're not too worried about Anita." Daphne pointed out.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Nathaniel said looking slightly embarrassed.

Daphne handed him a piece of paper, she'd had the chance to write her number down when he'd shut the door in her face.  "By the way, it's obvious you never had a mother. She would have taught you better manners." With that Daphne turned her back on him once more and walked to Crispin, he took her arm and glared back at the slayer in warning. The alpha would protect his own.