Blood and Tequila
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				Title: <strong>Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 02:16:44</strong>
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				Parker Samuels was one of the most hated men in San Francisco's vampire community, and there was a distinct reason for that. He killed vampires. It wasn't like he did it for the enjoyment-though he did enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the fight. Parker liked to feel his blood rush, to feel like a primal high. But he didn't do it for that.&nbsp; He did it because it was his job.<br><br>He was employed by the Pacific Preternatural Taskforce to do the 'raise 'em and find 'em' deal, as one officer put it. He was an animator, someone who raised bodies from the dead. It wasn't the weirdest thing one could hear of in this day and age. Parker himself had experienced so much weirder. But this was his first case in San Francisco. After moving to the city by the Bay, he had only done one easy raising-a small legal matter. But now, one of the most ferocious anti-preternatural activists in California had been killed. <br><br>Naturally, the way he had been not-so-neatly ripped in two clued the investigator into the idea that this might have been somebody who was not human. So he had come down to a local club, one he couldn't remember the name to. Something stereotypical like all vampire ones. He sat at a bar, dressed in a Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt and jeans. His dark hair was neatly cut so that a few strands fell in front of his amber eyes, but still looked clean. He was waiting for one of the vampires in the echelons of the political structure of the vampire community. His secretary Rachel had set up an appointment, so he could try and talk with them to get some sort of lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 03:31:38</strong>
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				She breathed deeply, filling her nose with the scent of freshly spilled blood.&nbsp; Her fangs retracted from the long column of flesh against lips, and she dragged the flat of her tongue over the bite marks to seal the flesh together.&nbsp; The man had been a willing victim of her's for many years.&nbsp; A pomme de sange of sorts, she supposed.&nbsp; With his willing sacrifice of blood, it now rose in her cheeks.&nbsp; It giving her the colour of life in her face.&nbsp; As she pulled away, the man in her arms made to keep her closer, but she pressed one long finger to his lips to keep him from speaking, <strong>"Good night."</strong><br><br>Pulling from his embrace, she turned and walked away.&nbsp; The tip of her tongue poked from between her lips, licking a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; She checked her reflection in the hallway mirror, running one hand through her brown curls and wiping at the corner of her eye to smooth out the eyeshadow that framed her cat-green eyes.&nbsp; Subconsciously running her tongue over her lips to keep them shining and plump, she stepped from the silent back hallway and into the pulsing noise of <em>Pandora's box</em>, a local night club in San Francisco.<br><br>As her Master's third, she had been sent here to meet with the Executioner... A slayer of vampires.&nbsp; She knew him by name and reputation only.&nbsp; Admittedly, she had dressed to impress with the thin black shirt under a corset that hugged her torso and showed her moderate cleavage.&nbsp; Her green orbs searched the club, and centered on a man sitting at the bar.&nbsp; She sensed the tension in his body, and instinctively knew that this was the man that had come to speak with the vampires.&nbsp; Her boots made little sound as she moved towards the bar.&nbsp; She looked him over, brushing her fingers over the dark material of her jeans before speaking...<br><br><strong>"Parker Samuels?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 00:48:44</strong>
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				Parker had gotten himself a drink, a beer of some brand he hadn't heard of, and was nursing it. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but he'd do it in moderation. He considered what he knew so far. The victim's name was Ivan Tyrell. He had made his bones in the software industry down south in San Jose, then gotten himself elected to public office. After that, he made his way into politics, making a scene as one of the state's most vehement opponents of preternatural rights.&nbsp; <br><br>Tyrell had been found two nights ago, his chest torn open with thirty-one wounds. When Parker had seen the crime scene, he had nearly lost his lunch. The visage of pure violence had been something he had only seen once or twice before in his short career as an animator. He had only been an animator for three of his twenty-six years, and his kills in his two years of executing had all been relatively clean.<br><br>But that was not what he had to focus on presently. He instead focused on the present. On the woman in front of him. “You've got him,” The animator said. He nodded politely to the woman as he gave her a once-over. Cute, he'd give her that. “And may I ask who you are? You've got me at a disadvantage.” It was a tactic he liked, affecting the innocent country boy that his accent played at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 12:12:25</strong>
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				His voice was rough around the edges, but pleasing to the ear and she smiled at his words.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed over him from head to toe, and back up.&nbsp; Also physically pleasing.&nbsp; She was not yet sure if he was what she expected as the famed Executioner.&nbsp; Perhaps, or perhaps not, it did not matter.&nbsp; She was here to provide him information, and nothing more.&nbsp; <strong>"My name is Colette.&nbsp; You are the Executioner, Mr. Samuels.&nbsp; There are not many that would not know you,"</strong>&nbsp; She explained softly, watching his face for any expression.&nbsp; There was little, but it brought a curve of a smile to her lips.<br><br><strong>"You are calling here on business..."</strong> Came the soft statement as she stepped closer, sliding on the barstool next to him with ease.&nbsp; As she slide onto the swiveling perch, she smelled blood, death and something warmer, almost an herb type smell on his skin.&nbsp; It was rumored that the Executioner was a fledgling animator, and it seemed by the smells that it was correct.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you think I can tell you?"</strong> Colette asked, resting her forearms on the bar as she regarded him with a blank expression fluttering across her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 19:02:35</strong>
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				Parker looked again at the woman as she spoke. Her voice, like many other vampires, was alluring in a primal way, sounding like she was drawing him in-even if that was not her intention. <em>Wake up, Samuels,</em> a voice inside his head said. He mentally snapped, bringing himself to the present. He gave a genial smile, then answered. "Just Parker. Only the cops call me Mister Samuels." <br><br>He drew a small picture from a pocket, one of Ivan, pre-death. He'd been an older man with harsh features, like someone who really didn't enjoy myself. "This guy, Ivan Tyrell, was murdered in his apartment two nights ago." Now, here it was. The part where he got punched. "And your boss, Damien, the Master of the City, had his limo parked outside." He set his jaw, continuing. "I need to talk to Damien."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 07:25:46</strong>
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				She looked him over with a quick smile, turning her head to let her hair swing in front of her face to hide it.&nbsp; Tossing the long, brunette locks out of her face, she was once again just pleasantly watching him.&nbsp; Colette had seen the mild twitch of thought in his eyes before he started to talk again.&nbsp; <strong>"Parker, then,"</strong> She murmured, her eyes watching his fingers ruffle in his clothes.&nbsp; He pulled forth a small, coloured copy of a man.&nbsp; There was no expression in her eyes as they flickered over the picture, considering the harsh features and salt and peppered gray hair.<br><br><strong>"Ivan Tyrell is not unknown to us.&nbsp; He was a supporter of revoking supernatural rights.&nbsp; You know what that means, don't you, Mr. Samuels?"</strong>&nbsp; Colette asked, pivoting around so that she faced him fully.&nbsp; <strong>"Who do you support?&nbsp; The politicians that think us just walking corpses, or are we something else to you?"</strong> Her voice was calm, but there was something deeper in her eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"My Master went Mr. Tyrell to appease him to drop the bill to revoke our rights.&nbsp; Ivan Tyrell tried to black mail the vampire population into submission... We only want to live peacefully,"</strong> She explained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 19:01:30</strong>
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				Parker shifted back just a little in his seats. Before he answered, he turned to the bartender and ordered a fresh bottle of beer. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but it was starting to sound like he would need it. As soon as he had a fresh bottle in front of him., he took a pull and finally answered. “It means that you vampires would be free game for people like me.” He sat back against the bar, looking relaxed but in reality he was just doing it to get a better glimpse of the bar and look for any suspicious types. “I guess that, in theory, I support supernatural rights.”<br><br>He took another pull from the bottle, longer this time, then continued. “You're something else to me, all right. A nice paycheck. Forgive me if I sound callous but for the most part I don't give a shit one way or another.” <br><br>Parker sighed as he listened to her explain that Damien went to Tyrell's place. “I'll need to speak with him in person, then. Listen, if he went there, I have to assume the worst, you know?” Right now, the Master of San Francisco was looking like an easy collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 22:59:55</strong>
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				The woman watched him drain the rest of his beer, and ordering another.&nbsp; The bartender glanced at her, and she nodded, smiling.&nbsp; <strong>"You vampires?"</strong> Colette asked, quirking an eyebrow at his phrasing, crossing one long leg over the other.&nbsp; <strong>"What you are saying is we are nothing more than prey to you.&nbsp; You point your little gun, kill us and reap the benefits... A worth cause, I suppose.&nbsp; And we are the animal, Mr. Samuels?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, mostly a rhetorical question.&nbsp; She disliked humans for the sheer fact that sometimes, even when they were wrong- they doggedly pursued their cause.<br><br>Slipping from her stool, she nodded thoughtfully, realizing she must let him speak to her Master.&nbsp; He had done nothing, and had nothing to hide, <strong>"I believe you are wrong to accuse my Master of this deed, but I will take you to him."</strong>&nbsp; She turned, her brown tresses slithering over her shoulders as she turned back towards him.&nbsp; <strong>"You are sure you want to continue this train of investigation?</strong> Colette asked, letting him follow her at his own pace towards the back hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 00:33:06</strong>
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				With a wry little smile, Parker actually had the nerve to laugh. The young bounty hunter actually found this situation funny. He focused his gaze on Colette. There was not even a hint of hear in the animator's eyes. Whether this ferocity was from callousness or naivete, it couldn't be seen. “Oh, no,” He said. “You're more than prey.” As he stood up, he said with a complete sense of irony. “You are my life blood.” <br><br>He stood, raising up to a tall six-three. Though he was not burly, he was lithe and fit. He wasn't a linebacker, but was tall enough that it didn't matter. “I may be wrong, but I need to figure it out. And it's better to be wrong and know it than to not know nothing.,” Again, that same country boy smile played across his features. Though nothing that he would ever let on, Parker made the appearance of lacking professionalism as a show. When the time came, when the shit hit the fan, he could be cold and collected. He had the kills to prove it.&nbsp; <br><br>He followed Collette behind the main part of the club, looking fascinated but instead his eyes scanning the room. Parker would follow, play the good little animator for now until he got evidence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:05:50</strong>
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				She moved through the nightclub's patrons with agile steps, her boots making no sound on the hardwood floor as she crossed it.&nbsp; Colette considered the man that walked behind her, her body fluid and graceful still, never betraying her rage at the situation.&nbsp; To accuse the Master was to accuse the subjects, and she prayed that this human knew what he was doing.&nbsp; She did not mourn the loss of Ivan Tyrell...&nbsp; He was one less political force behind the banning of rights for the supernatural.&nbsp; It was a pity he was not turned to their cause before he was killed.&nbsp; And whoever killed him... She did not know.<br><br>Her senses were on alert, making sure she knew exactly where the Executioner was at all times.&nbsp; She had turned her back to him, marking him as no threat to her.&nbsp; The back hallway was bare, each of the other doors closed to prying eyes.&nbsp; Colette lead him to the end of the hall and took a left, gliding to the end of the hall and knocking on the dark door five times with her left hand.&nbsp; It opened slowly, and she stepped away, letting the Executioner enter before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 21:21:53</strong>
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				Parker watched as she knocked five times on the door. A little part of him scoffed at how stereotypical it was. He was the kind of man to laugh through a situation rather than own up to it in a gruff and serious manner. He disliked being serious, disliked the darkness that went with the world. But he supposed it was an inevitability. Parker walked through the door, entering into the hall of Damien, Master of San Francisco.<br><br>The first thing that caught his eyes was the nearly-decadent style that the room was done up in. The master of the city he had formerly been in, Kansas City, had preferred a strict and spartan lifestyle. This was however, he reasoned, California. Expensive posh furniture was laid out around the room. Damien himself was sprawled out on a Roman-style couch. He was a sleek, lithe man, though Parker guessed that the vampire was about half a foot shorter than him. Parker felt just a sliver of power from the master, an indication of what he was. <br><br>Parker made a small bow, curt and to the point. “Damien, I would presume?” He said, the country boy smile still on his face. “My name is Parker Samuels. I'm the executioner.” He said it in a plain, matter of fact tone, which drew a hiss or two from the other vampires in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 01:41:48</strong>
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				Colette entered behind the man, closing the door with a quiet snap.&nbsp; Her Master leaning up on one elbow, watching the Executioner through slitted eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Welcome, Mr. Samuels.&nbsp; I know much about you.&nbsp; How can I help you today?"</strong> The Master Vampire said, his voice crawling across the space and trailing over his skin.&nbsp; It was not a pleasant feeling, but more of ants marching over and over his skin, an itch that he could not scratch.&nbsp; There was no hostility in his posture, or his voice, and he gesturing the other vampires to silence.<br><br>Besides Colette and her Master, there were four other vampires.&nbsp; Two were very dark skinned, another very pale, and one with very exotic features- all watching him with barely concealed contempt for his presence.&nbsp; Colette moved away from the human's back, reclining in a chair not far away, crossing one leg over the other, resting her hands on the curved arms of the chair.&nbsp; All the vampires in the room waited for him to speak, watching his every movement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 02:02:06</strong>
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				Parker rose to his full height, folding his hands behind his back in a neutral tone-though if worse came to the worst, he had the knife that was strapped to his back under the shirt. He didn’t have any guns on him today, so he’d stuck with the regular dagger, silver worked into the steel of the blade. He looked at Damien, though not at his eyes. He’d messed with vampires long enough to know that the eyes would be a sentence to a terrible fate.<br><br>Without any tone of emotions besides a general amusement, he said. “Well, you see…Pip-it called me in on a case.” The Pacific Preternatural Investigation Taskforce, or Pip-it as Parker preferred, was the West Coast law enforcement branch that dealt with vamps and other such creatures. “You see, Ivan Tyrell was murdered two nights ago. He was torn apart,” He said, just a little disrespectful sneer worked into his tone. “Butchered, really. It all happened fast, vicious,” Parker paused for effect. “And on the night you visited him.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 01:03:37</strong>
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				The Master vampire nodded, listening quietly to the man's words.&nbsp; He sat up, leaning his arms on his legs as he bent his body towards Parker.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sorry to hear about Mr. Tyrell.&nbsp; I would never wish death upon a man such as him.&nbsp; Have you figured out what kind of monster could have killed him?"</strong> The vampire asked.&nbsp; <strong>"I wish I could help you, Mr. Samuels... But I was only at his home for a little while to discuss the bill to end our rights.&nbsp; Mr. Tyrell was firm when he told me no.&nbsp; I had no choice but to leave.&nbsp; He could not be persuaded,"</strong> Damien said, standing slowly.&nbsp; <strong>"I will help you in any way that I can to catch the killer."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Tequila</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 04:46:48</strong>
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				Parker’s face kept its same, cocky smile. With slow, easy words, he replied to Damien. “It is my belief that a vampire, and one with considerable rage, tore the late Tyrell into a multitude of tiny pieces.” He looked right into Damien’s features, his own haze turning cold behind his façade. “A vampire of considerable power too.” He knew that he was playing with fire, but maybe something might come of this. “I’d like access to the members of your community, to find who it might be that would do such a thing.”
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