The Wolf Case (Barbarian & Belladona1)
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf Case (Barbarian &amp; Belladona1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 10:08:40</strong>
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				The narrow street was dark and grim, a mixtured scent of filth, sweat and blood could be felt from the edge of the main road. The light did not move much inside the street. Those few who used the main road tried to avoid the entrance to the street carefully, they did not care nor try to see what happened there. And for those who knew of something more about the scent, there was more to discover.<br><br>Two large men were holding another who had been made to stand on his knees. The caught man seemed cold and careless of the situation. He was not trying to escape, although there would be a tiny chance against the huge hands that held him if he tried. His long dark hair covered his face and a reflection of his eyes escaped through them. Another one slowly walked near and came towards the caught man. The two guards bowed their heads and it could be seen that this new face was their chief.<br><br>"You have crossed my path for the last time, hunter." His voice came out as a gnarl from deep inside the throat. The green eyes were now burning with anger and large fingernails started to grow wilder and sharper. It grabbed the head, fingers holding it tight covering the face.<br><br>After a few minutes, the blood traces spilled from inside the street towards the main road.<br><br>"There are other ones here." Lothar gave a nod to his guards and they jumped into the shadows to climb the seemingly flat walls of the buildings. He stayed there for a moment, trying to figure out those around. A female human was walking at the far end of the street, tracked by some foul enemies, children of the night. Their scent of grave filled his nose and he readied himself for the action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Case (Barbarian &amp; Belladona1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 01:22:51</strong>
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				It had been another long, arduous day at The Daily News for Raven Daniels and not because she was knee deep in a headline stealing story but for the exact opposite reason.&nbsp; With only two weeks under her belt in her first <em>real</em> job as a journalist since graduating college, she was considered too "green" to be assigned to any of the <em>good</em> leads that poured in to the station on a daily basis and was instead given ridiculously dull tasks such as covering a local library's grand reopening or the expansion of City Hall.&nbsp; The boredom was enough to kill a girl and not at all what she'd expected when she'd been offered the job.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; But two days ago, things took a turn for the better when the guy who wrote the daily obituary column called in sick and she was asked- no, more like <em>told</em>, to fill in for him.&nbsp; To say she was not pleased would have been an understatement but, without having much of a choice, she dutifully obeyed.&nbsp; And that was when she stumbled upon the story of a lifetime.....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The first three obituaries were a breeze to write- all were elderly and had passed away peacefully, either at a hospital or surrounded by loved ones at home.&nbsp; However, it was when she came to the death notice for the fourth person that things got a little <em>weird</em>.&nbsp; First of all, the death certificate for the man was almost completely blacked out, leaving little info other than the basics: his name, age, race, date of birth and date of death.&nbsp; None of the pertinent information like <em>How</em> he died or <em>where</em> was available- quite unusual, to say the least.&nbsp; Second, there was a hand scribbled note from the coroners office,&nbsp; written in small script at the very bottom of the page that said <em>" See attached police report"</em>.&nbsp; However, there <em>was no</em> attached police report.&nbsp; With her curiosity more than peaked, she flipped through the rest of the stack of reports and was shocked to find that there were two others with similar certificates- all blacked out, all with the same note from the coroner and <em>surprise, surprise</em>- none had their respective police reports attached. <br><br>&nbsp; Surging up from the desk she'd been seated at for more than half the day, she practically ran to her bosses office with the reports clenched tightly in her hand- eager to find out what, if anything was behind the secrecy of these deaths.&nbsp; &nbsp;And that, she'd later realize,&nbsp; was her first mistake.....&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As it turned out, there was definitely a mystery involved but her boss flat out refused to allow her in on the solving of it.&nbsp; In fact, she was all but threatened with termination should she even <em> breathe</em> a word of what he called a "Top secret", recently developing story, to anyone. It was like taunting a child with a handful of candy- only to deny them even a single piece but, once again, she had little say in the matter. <br><br>&nbsp; The rest of the day was spent in a blur of meaningless,&nbsp; busy work and yet it couldn't stop the wheels in her head from turning, so that when it was finally time to go home- she'd made up her mind to do a little investigating <em>on her own.</em>&nbsp; And she knew just the place to start.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; It was fully dark by the time she parked her little, piece of shit Toyota on a side street in a part of town that no sane person, much less a woman, would venture into after the sun set and headed towards the seedy bar that was really nothing more than a hole in the wall.&nbsp; Her 4 inch heels sounded unusually loud, making a <em>click-clack</em> sound against the broken pavement with each and every step she took, making her regret that she hadn't changed clothes after work.&nbsp; &nbsp; She'd feel much better in her favorite pair of Chuck Taylor's as well as some jeans <em>and wouldn't stand out near as much</em> she thought belatedly. She'd also be able to <em>run</em>, if necessary- something she realized she just might have to do anyway as she sensed someone coming up, swiftly behind her.&nbsp; Then, before she could even turn around to see, she felt herself being grabbed around the waist, roughly, and thrust up against the brick wall of a nearby dilapidated building with an unusually cold hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming.....&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Case (Barbarian &amp; Belladona1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 15:19:56</strong>
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				Lothar sticked to the shadows to see what awaited him. His two loyal men had already jumped upon the rooftops, their smell giving away the precaution they took. It was not running away that they did, they held the exits of the area and would see a larger distance from the top. The large man walked slowly to confront the threat, he would be alone, but al least he would not be trapped. It was not soon that his increased night vision became familiar with the sight. An accursed being, a nightslinger had caught a female woman whose scent was not known to Lothar. She should have been an hunter but she appeared helpless under the grab of low ranked vampire.<br><br>The leader of the werewolf clan had no care for the hunters, they had crossed his path more than once and it took a great deal to deal with them. Vampires and humans killing each other was not an interesting sight. But there was something wrong with that scene. She did definitely not look like a prepared hunter. She was not a commoner of the slums either, her dressing was more delicate then locals of this area. A twisted idea crossed Lothar's mind, the werewolves took tribute from local bars and some places and gave them protection, well at least a little in return. She was either a fool to enter the street this way or she could be an important customer for one of those clubs. The ransom they could collect from her friends and family could be high. If not, she would be a tasty meal for his men.<br><br>The fangs of the nightslinger was about to cut through the girl's throat when he had been thrown into the other way, crushing the opposite wall. The identity of the newcomer was not evident as the light was low and he stood in shadows but it was a large figure, that much could be seen. Groans and roars came after as seemingly the fight progressed, soon, the body of the weak vampire has fallen near the girl, covered in blood. A few more sounds came crashing, followed by a mighty roar, other stalkers seemed to run away.<br><br>Lother stayed behind darkness when his form slowly turned into a man. His clothes were now in pieces and destoyed pants and shirt tried to stick to the heavy muscles. He came out to light to confront the woman.<br><br>"Now, you're coming with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Case (Barbarian &amp; Belladona1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 08:05:45</strong>
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				What happened next was little more than an explosive blur of fangs, fur and claws that pushed Raven well past fear and straight into terror.&nbsp; One minute,&nbsp; an inhuman creature straight out of a nightmare had her pinned against a wall, about to sink a pair of razor sharp fangs into her neck- and the next, it was being thrown off by a shadowy figure that, judging by it's size and fierce growls, could NOT have been human either.&nbsp; After that, her legs gave out from beneath her and she slid to the ground, splitting her tight skirt straight up the middle as she landed on her ass- hard.&nbsp; From there, it would have been impossible to see anything- even if she'd kept her eyes open- which she did NOT.&nbsp; Instead, she sat there- trembling from adrenaline and sheer panic as the sounds of the deadly battle raged in her ears.&nbsp; And then, almost as suddenly as it started- it was over.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; The silence that followed was misleading and had her opening her eyes much too soon, only to see the body of the creature that had attacked her laying mangled and bloody at her feet.&nbsp; With a screech, she jumped to her feet- surprised that her knees were strong enough to support her as she backed up several feet.&nbsp; The sound of her rapidly beating heart rushed through her head, making it hard to hear anything else and the tears in her eyes made everything seem blurry.&nbsp; Her long dark hair had slipped free of the knot she'd had it in and hung loosely around her face and her clothes were all ripped to hell however, her appearance was the least of her concerns at the moment.&nbsp; <em> She needed to get the hell out of there- NOW!</em> <br><br><em>"Now, you're coming with me."</em> <br><br>&nbsp; Raven gasped at the sound of the deep timbered voice that seem to come straight out of the darkness itself.&nbsp; Scrambling backwards a few more feet, until her back hit the wall, her blue eyed gaze finally landed upon the owner of that voice and she nearly stopped breathing altogether.&nbsp; <em> He was huge.</em>&nbsp; And the look on his face terrified her.&nbsp; " P...please, d..don't hurt m...me.." she managed in a broken whisper.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Case (Barbarian &amp; Belladona1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 13:19:30</strong>
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				The large hand of Lothar reached for the girl's waist and with little effort, he put the female body on his shoulder. His fingers held the spot that her legs and butts met tight and he made way to the end of the street. A quick glance to darkness and he spotted his guards moving away. They would go separate ways in order to make loose their track. Nightslingers seemed to be the only enemy so far, but even an old wolf with a great sense of scent could not see behind the dark shadown and what traps awaited.<br><br>He ran fast but without much noice, he made some quick turns around dark corners and passed street absent of hope and life. The girl smelled nice, a mixture of her skin's vanilla scent with the caramelised perfume she used. The soft body felt good near him, but the werewolf chief put away the thoughts of pleasure for now and progressed into the darker roads. At last, he stopped near a small dirty door and tossed it open just before he dived inside.<br><br>They passed a set of corridors that led downwards and reached to an empty hallway. He knocked the door above and a sound, one that looked like a dog smell stongly the other side came from afar. The door opened and a stern faced guard greeted them with a nod of head. Lothar took the girl to his own quarters, a room large but simply decorated. Comfortable enough but absent of luxury, the room was not enlightened enough for the eyes of humans.<br><br>"Now, we would not want your beastiful face be covered in scars." he told after throwing the girl to a couch. "Talk, woman. Who are you, a hunter? Oh, I can hear your heartbeat so you better do not lie to me..."
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