RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 6 of 27)

"Well," Fort said to Daphne. "that all depends on what kind of demon it is. Right now I cant tell from the looks of the body. I need to run some tests on it first. When I send the results to Headquarters they'll tell me what kind of demon it is and then i'll know what to do. So, mind if she comes home with me today?" Fort asked Daphne, referencing the body on the floor.

Audrey took the gun and looked at it like it was a dead fish. “What am I supposed to do with this? As far as I can remember vampires don’t die by being shot.”

“Yeah but it certainly hurts.” John pointed out.

Audrey nodded, as she knew that for a fact. “Do you often kill other vampires?” Audrey asked, “I thought it would have been against some sort of moral code.”

John swallowed, what was he going to say? “I tend to live on the outer.”

Audrey smiled, “Ah so you’re a rebel.”

“You could say that,” John said as he looked out the windscreen.

Audrey looked at the gun again. “You know this might work if you dipped the bullets in holy water or is that just a myth?” Audrey remembered the drop of blood she tasted from the sword, “Oh wait, holy water must work. It did nasty things to my tongue. Do the other things work? You know stake through the heart, decapitation and garlic?”

As Clara returned to the conclave she went to see Crispin. She had been disturbed to see Daphne with a slayer. Clara went to her room briefly as she transformed back into her human form. She dressed in a white blouse and red skirt.

She walked down the hall swiftly and saw Crispin watching the television with a few of the pack females. “Excuse me, Crispin. May I have a word?”

Crispin looked up and saw the look in her eyes. He gave a nod and stood much to the disappointment of the women around him. “What is it?” he asked as he approached Clara.

The walked along together. “I saw Daphne out in the forest. She was with a slayer. He tried to attack me but Daphne defended me. But then when he tried to turn on her she refused my help.”

Crispin took this in, it had to be Fortesque. “We have a very tenuous agreement with that particular slayer at the moment.”

“He’s half were, I could smell it. He also started to change when Daphne pinned him down. He seemed really angry about it, like he doesn’t want to change.” Clara told.

Zan smiled to himself as the intruders ran off. "Finaly," he thought. "No more interruptions of my new morning." Zan flew off in the direction of his cave. As he flew back to his cave he passed over, one of the Werewolf dens, this one owned by Crispin. He decided to pay a visit, and find out if anything was happening today.

((Just to make Zans history clearer: Zan's parents were killed by slayers when he was stil a hatchling, Werewolves found him and was raised by them. But he now lives on his own in his cave. He views all the Werewolves as a whole and not as individual packs. He likes to help them whenever he can.))

“How many have you actually spoken to? I doubt they’d be particularly happy knowing you were there to kill them.” Daphne pointed out. She didn’t mention that nearly all of her family were dead, such things made a person realise what was important in life.

The pair lifted Tiffany’s body and lowered it into the bag. As Nathaniel zipped it shut he looked up at her. “I’ve been attacked first you know.”

Daphne lifted a brow, “We are naturally territorial, but we also go through certain stages in life. Young werewolves are very aggressive. It’s like the need to hunt and kill is almost as vital as breathing.”

“I get the impression you’re passed that stage,” Nathaniel said as he watched her.

“I’ve been pasted that stage for many years now.” Daphne told.

“So how old are you exactly?” Nathaniel found himself asking.

“It’s not polite to ask a lady her age,” Daphne said teasingly.

Nathaniel hefted Tiffany’s body over his shoulder. “Fine don’t tell me then,” he said.

“Why does it matter?” Daphne asked. Then she thought about it, “Oh you’re trying to fit me into a category.”

"Yes, I believe that hunter has become a bit...estranged with his better half, so to speak." Crispin replied to Clara. "I believe he may,in fact, be at least partially part of the pack. If he is, then we shall not harm him until he strikes first."

Crispin noticed some displeasure in Clara's eyes. "And that is final, my dear."

Clara grumbled something not fit for print, for muttering "As you wish" and going away to tend to other business.

Crispin sniffed the air. He could vaguely make out the smell of brimstone and soot from far away. It appeared an old friend was coming in for a visit.

((That's you, Mandal.))

Paul snorted Griggs as he left. 

Stupid coward.  But it couldn't all be blamed on Griggs.  Zan was pretty imposing.  I was trying to help.  And he does what everyone else does to me he brushes me off.  One day they'll see I was meant for so much more than Omega.  Paul thought to himself.  Paul shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way back to the conclave.

((Uh, Sev?  Could you kinda read my last post? Nicky already left.  And had some hot chocolate.  And came back.  And went on a walk.))

The stranger left, along with Tiffany, apparently, which provoked a question.  What the heck would a vamp be doing talking to a lycan and a halfling?  The stranger passed his hiding spot, and Nick caught sight of the bag slung over his shoulder.  That made sense; they had caught a diluted vamp spying on their territory, knocked her out, and were shipping her back to town.  Simple.  Nonetheless, he stayed in hiding, even though the danger was past, and he continued to observe.  He knew that Daphne had caught his scent, but he wanted to see why this meeting had been caleld, and he wanted to find out what was going on.

Nick nodded.  It was advantageous to work as a team, and besides, this way they would be helping the alpha which was always a big plus.  It's not like he was doing anything pressing at the moment anyways.

"Sure, I'll tag along.  Lead on."

((Sure Kaster, we're in need of vampires if that helps))

Daphne led Nick back to where she’d last scented Anita. “I’ll shift into wolf form.” Daphne said as she undressed and handed Nick her clothes. Nick didn’t look particularly surprised no one liked ruining a good set of clothes. Daphne transformed into her wolf form and began sniffing the ground. It only took her moments to find Anita’s scent and start to track her.

Nick kept up the pace also scenting the air for confirmation. They followed the trail for an hour and it led them back to the water hole where Daphne had originally started. Nick spotted Anita at the water hole, still in wolf form. Daphne howled to let Anita know she was part of the pack. Anita howled back in response.

Daphne and Nick approached her and both she-wolves shifted into human form. Nick handed Daphne her clothes and averted his eyes from Anita in respect.

“Why do you seek me out?” Anita asked as her honey coloured hair fell in waves around her elfin shaped face. As Daphne looked her in the eyes she could definitely see the resemblance to Nathaniel.

“I have come across a half-wolf that smells remarkably like your scent and has eyes very similar to yours. I was wondering if he was related?” Daphne told.

Anita looked surprise, her eyes slightly haunted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He wants to meet you,” Daphne said.

Anita looked flustered, “Why would he want to meet me?”

“Because he’s never known his mother.” Daphne explained.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Anita said as she paced looking agitated.

“You’re his mother, aren’t you?” Daphne questioned hoping she wasn’t about to be attacked.

Anita suddenly shifted back into her wolf form and made a run for it.

-

Clara had been disappointed at Crispin’s decision to leave the half-wolf slayer alone. Clara could smell that he was trouble. As Clara walked away from Crispin she realised she was nearing Loxley’s quarters. She smiled to herself, although it was clear to everyone that Daphne was not interested in Loxley, he seemed blind to it. Now Clara had something she could use to convince Loxley that he should be with her for the Luna Eclipse.

Raising a hand, Clara knocked on the door. She heard the scuffle of movement behind the door and then it opened. Loxley looked terrible, his eyes had dark shadows beneath them, his face was covered with stubble and he had a defeated look in his eyes that hadn’t been there yesterday.

“You don’t look so good,” Clara stated as she pushed her way inside.

Loxley stood back and let her do so then he seemed to become angry. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came for a chat,” Clara said innocently.

“You’ve ruined my chances with Daphne,” Loxley growled as he sat on the edge of his bed glaring at her.

“You never had any chance with her. Besides you kissed me as much as I kissed you.” Clara pointed out.

Loxley turned his head and ignored the comment. “You should leave.”

Clara sat down next to him and crossed her legs elegantly. “Look Loxley I came here to tell you something. I saw Daphne in the forest today and she’s paired up with a slayer. Not only that he’s a half-were.”

“What!” Loxley said as he rose to his feet.

“I’m guessing that she’s decided she wants someone dangerous as her partner for the Luna Eclipse.” Clara said knowing it was completely untrue.

“I’ll kill him. I’ll rip every bone out of his body and drink his blood.” Loxley vowed.

Clara waved a hand at him, “Don’t be so dramatic. Besides why worry about her when you’ve got me.”

Loxley glared at her and she decided to stand. Loxley came at her so fast she barely had time to brace herself. Grabbing Clara by the throat Loxley pinned her to he wall. “Why would I want a pathetic excuse of a she-wolf like you? You can’t even defend yourself.”

Clara shifted into her humanoid wolf form and threw him across the room. “Pathetic? You’re the pathetic one, wanting a female who despises you. Forget it I’ll find a better male than you.” Clara raked a claw across his face, “I prefer my men sane.”

Loxley bit at her arm in response but she pulled away. “Get out of here you piece of filth.” Loxley snarled as he put on a clean shirt and jeans. He was going hunting for the half-wolf.