Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)
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				Title: <strong>Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:47:18</strong>
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				New York City, 11:18:24 PM <br><br>Olden jammed his foot down on the accelerator pedal as he rushed down seventh avenue, to where the witch had been found.&nbsp; Every clock in the city had stopped once she got down to business, and every mortal in a ten block radius had been frozen into a block of ice.&nbsp; Convenient, considering that she was flying around inside an eight story tall snowflake, covered in a thick wall of ice.<br><br>The murder investigations had already confirmed what her mode of operation was, but Olden truly didn't expect it to be quite so... dramatic.&nbsp; A layer of snow dropped against the roof of the car, while compressed air tanks blew the windshield clear.&nbsp; All the chaos outside made it easy for Olden to seperate himself from the pack of werewolves riding with him, right next to the frozen mayor of the city and his entourage.&nbsp; &nbsp; The vampire spoke into his cell phone, maneuvering around panicking frozen faces.&nbsp; "22 degrees, 86 degrees, and 172 degrees at six feet.&nbsp; Are you SURE that's where we'll find the flaws in the matrix?"&nbsp; He asked, as the car drew into the final patch of ice leading to the witch's ice-fortress,&nbsp; losing control by frozen spikes jamming into the tires.&nbsp; Just as planned.&nbsp; <br><br>Olden struggled against the streering wheel, letting the car spin wildly out of control, as he pushed hard against the massive metal door of the mayor's armored limo, just barely wedging it open while the limo turned wildly.&nbsp; Struggling hard to maintain his balance, Olden jammed his legs between the door and the inside of the car, and slowly and calmly drew his gun, bracing it in both hands to fire three shots with a precision that no human could possibly match in the same circumstances, quickly causing a complex lattice of cracks to form in the witch's icy prison, exposing her body.&nbsp; She was a young woman, couldn't be more than 25 years old, wearing a short blue dress and floating in the air in a position of crucifiction, chanting a strange chant in a cthonic language as her cosmic arsenal unloaded around her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Looks like you calculated right this time, Hal."&nbsp; Olden said disgustingly calmly into his cell phone, his body already getting covered in a thin layer of frost from the vast shattering icefield around him.&nbsp; <em>Six seconds before the car turns over.</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself, already feeling the armored vehicle start to lose stability as the witch's magic strove to destroy it.&nbsp; He pressed a button on his phone, and transferred to the call he was keeping on hold.&nbsp; "2nd through 6th cohorts, Go.&nbsp; Activate all auxileries."&nbsp; Olden said.&nbsp; A moment later, the limo tipped over on its side, and started rolling over completely, as Olden began to count.&nbsp; "Go on five."&nbsp; He said, just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the crash, and what was about to come.&nbsp; <br><br>"One."&nbsp; In a single moment, the 4th floor of every building all around the Witch transformed into a wall of fire, as over a hundred vampires pulled the trigger on their assault rifles.&nbsp; "Two"&nbsp; The bullets struck home, slamming into the cracks in the giant snowflake, covering it in even more cracks.&nbsp; "Three"&nbsp; The cracks grew, while the limo turned over completely, leaving the occupants upside down and punching the ground hard as the vehicle bounced off the cracked ice sheet and pulverized the asphault below.&nbsp; "Four."&nbsp; The ice fortress shattered entirely, sending a massive wave of icy daggers flying through the air into the surrounding environment.&nbsp; The vampires had already dropped to the ground, but as for the pack...&nbsp; That was what the limo was for.&nbsp; "Five."&nbsp; Olden announced, as the world was turned into a shattering cacaphony of blows as the rain of hail delivered its vengeance against the limo, severely testing its armored plates as the machine finally turned over into the vulnurable flank of the witch, and Olden just barely managed to kick the emergency button to blow out the doors and sunroof so the pack could begin their assault.<br><br>20 yards ahead, the Witch hung 75 feet in the air, exposed but ready, with icy tentacles lancing through the vast blue storm around her.&nbsp; Her own magic was producing a light of all its own, reflecting off all the now silent display screens and billboards of Times Square, while tubes of neon sat in strangely muted colors like expermints in a mad scientist's labrotory.&nbsp; From broadway, five packs of wolf form werewolves made their bloody way to the witch, all seeking her heart's blood...&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 06:39:43</strong>
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				Lenora was the first to bust through the door of the limo. Hearing the pop of the hinges, she quickly threw her body against it, using it as a shield of sorts agaisnt the falling ice shards. She growled low in her throat as her feet hit the ground running. Following closely behind her, her packmates covered her flanks as they moved forward as a unit. <br><br>"Watch your footing, boys," she yelled over the holler of the snow storm, her boots barely keeping ground on the ice slicked road. <br><br>Looking up, but never stopping, she had to squint as she looked upon the witch they were after. The bright light was almost too much for her senses, but between that and the snow, it was a shit storm anyways. It was time to rely on her nose. The different smells assaulted her. The waste that was this town, the dry icey smell that wanted to freeze her insides, and the clove smell of the vamp she had to ride to this place with.<br><br>But the most important smell was the witch. Sickly sweet, it overpowered everything else. <br><br>"Great Goddess," her second in command said, "this is a bit overdramatic, don't you think?" She didn't bother to respond. The witch was so close, hovering in the air, her white blonde hair floating eerily around her and her bloodred lips moved with the chant she spoke.<br><br>A howl coming from the direction of Broadway, let her know the other packs had arrived. Oh, no. Not this time. This was going to be her kill and hers alone. She needed this. The bitch was going down by her hands. <br><br>Breaking from the pack, she picked up speed, her feet barely touching the ground as she dodged around frozen statues that had once been humans. <br><br>"Lenora!" she heard someone yell behind her but she didn't care. She kept on, her hands pulling her duel semiautomatic handguns from their holsters on her hips. Bunching her legs, she readied to push herself up but something cold and hard came down, slamming across her chest and knocking her back. <br><br>She slid across the ice slicked street, the ice burning her face and hands as she tried to stop her momentum. Finally, she&nbsp; crashed into a wall of ice, which knocked the air out of her. <br><br>A yelp brought her attention up, and she quickly shook herself off and came to her feet. Everywhere the witch's minions rose from the ice, big bodies completeley solid, with arms that were giant ice shards. And she was stuck right in the middle of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 07:45:39</strong>
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				The ice golems rose up and charged at Lenora with the fury of Ragnarok, howling their banshee screams in the advance.&nbsp; Even more walls of ice rose up to divide the attackers, topped by writhing lines of bladed ice.&nbsp; "That wasn't in the plan."&nbsp; Olden said flatly as he slammed through a glassy forming barrier of ice, struggling to shoot and stake his way through the rising army of minions.&nbsp; <br><br>The packs slammed against the walls, frustrated by oncoming waves of icy tentacles, and balls of ice dropping from nearby buildings, filling the air with even more deadly ice shards.&nbsp; The vampire legions did what they could to provide covering fire, but in the storm of ice, their bullets were useless.&nbsp; <br><br>Lenora quickly found herself menaced with razor sharp axes, cold lances of death seeking her at every turn, while the walls around her turned not merely into a circular arena, but a tall chimney.&nbsp; An infinite number of reflected beasts appeared in the walls and walked out of their own reflections.&nbsp; Just as the ice threatened to pour in and murder the alpha, a dark shadow appeared at the top of the round chamber, quickly shifting back into Olden's form.&nbsp; <br><br>The vampire looked down, his fangs extended to an uncomfortable degree as his right eye dialated hysterically red, and he looked into possible futures, his entire mind encompassing a vast realm of mathematical possibility.&nbsp; At the final moment, he squeezed the trigger of his pistol once, and the bullet slid and bounced down the chimney, cutting a set of grooves about the trap.&nbsp; "Get up in the air."&nbsp; Olden commanded, as his body struggled to resume its proper shape, crouching down against the freezing deadly winds.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 08:10:12</strong>
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				Lenora snarled up at the vampire above her but he was right and he was saving her dumbass. Her pride had gotten the best of her. Again. <br><br>Jumping up, hands that were now claws caught the grooves Olden's bullets created in the ice. As she climbed, she realized the walls were closing in and fast fast. With a small prayer to the Mother, she jumped up, her arms encircling the only thing within reach. Olden.<br><br>The feel of his body pressed against her much softer one took her breath away and for a moment all she could do was look into his dark eyes. Then a whirring sound caught her attention. <br><br>Long deadly spears of ice were being thrown by the ice golems, three of which were coming straight at them. <br><br>"Move Vampire!"she yelled as she once more palmed her pistols and shot of a clip, hitting each spear dead on and watching them fall to pieces to the ground. But to her dismay more were coming at them, this time from different directions. She wouldn't be able to hit them all in time.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 08:29:05</strong>
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				Olden held onto the werewolf, finding her as disgustingly light as he always did her kind.&nbsp; There was a spark in her eyes, and for a moment, Olden could almost swear he heard his own heart beat.&nbsp; With the strength a werewolf had, they should weigh at least four times what they did, but somehow kept all the extra mass shifted away.&nbsp; The spears were arriving, of course.&nbsp; <em>1.679 seconds</em> he thought, idly considering whether to calculate the fourth digit or simply accept what had become inevitable.&nbsp; "Get down!"&nbsp; Olden demanded, grabbing Lenora by the hair and thrusting her down underneath him, wrapping his arms and legs around her while he rose to his full height and looked up towards the sorceress.<br><br>Her powers were keeping the remainder of the occult world at bay effortlessly, yet that chimney was an outlier, some irrational act of agression that had pushed her just a little too far.&nbsp; Perhaps it hated intelligence, or perhaps it simply smelled a hero and wanted to extinguish the flame before it rose.&nbsp; Olden's eyes narrowed and went completely black, drowning in endless pools of oblivion as his vampire's mind encompassed the psyche of the mortal around it, and worked to comprehend the presence of the immortal within the witch.&nbsp; "Our Father..."&nbsp; Oldred began, before being pierced directly through the heart with an icelance, taking four more through the chest before a living man would even&nbsp; draw another breath.<br><br>Before he could catch himself, Olden smiled, a fanged vampire's smile, dripping with the blood that he was losing.&nbsp; Directly into the sorceress' ice matrix.&nbsp; Like an angel ascending, the lances of ice deep inside Olden's chest grew up and outwards out of his back, caked with veins of blood deep inside as Olden pushed his own ego outwards, taking the power of the witch for his own.&nbsp; "Pontifex of the heavens, open up a tomb in your hell for the judgement of this soul.&nbsp; Reveal to me your destiny in my devouring hunger, so that my sins may be weighed against the world."&nbsp; Olden chanted, while the ice grew into a massive structure like a tree, and his own distended flesh became part of the vast structure that was the witch.&nbsp; "Now take the glory that's yours, pet."&nbsp; Olden hissed directly to Lenora, his body stretching and buckling as the corpse and blood broke the sorcery of the immortal, and left the core sorceress vulnurable.&nbsp; She didn't even know yet, even as she inadvertently blocked off her own minions, shut down her own defensive boundries...&nbsp; "You have 4.6 seconds."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:14:44</strong>
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				Lenora cried out as the ice shards pierced Olden's torso. Somehow he had managed to attrack them all to himself and away from her. Blood splattered all over her as he began to speak.<br><br>"Now take the glory that is yours, pet," he said, his body visibly weakening as he helped the witch weaken her own defenses unknowngly. Centering all the power in her body, and with a little shove from Olden, she was airborn, her lithe body flying in the air towards the witch's body. <br><br>Blue eyes opened, and Lenora felt the surge of power hit her but she pushed back, the lupine power inside her driving her forward. Reaching behind her, she gripped the hilt of her sword, the blade sliding out of it's spinal sheath with a ting. <br><br>A smile formed onto those bloodred lips as Lenore, with a battlecry, sliced her sword through the air before her, arcing down. Landing on the ground below, she looked up in time to see the confused look on the supposed immortal's face a split second before her head and right shoulder slid from her body.<br>Then the two pieces dropped from the sky and landed a couple yard before her with a thud before bursting into flames.<br><br>Behind her, she heard crashing sounds as the ice golem's shattered and fell to the ground, the power controlling them no longer there. The whir of the snow storm ceased and the air began to clear around her. A groan pulled her attention to her right. "Shit," she said, as she rose and ran to Olden's crumples form.<br><br>Pulling the remaining shards from his body, she rolled him to his back and leaned down to look into his face. "Vampire, you need blood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 05:04:43</strong>
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				Olden's broken and mangled form lay on the ground, pale and torn to peices by the fading ice.&nbsp; It wasn't merely melting, but vanishing into the aether, filling the air with more of that blue witchlight.&nbsp; The vampire's dark eyes stared into Lenora, as he experimentally tried to move himself.&nbsp; <em>Two punctured lungs, nine broken ribs, 62 other broken bones, a severed liver, two thirds of my heart lying 6 feet away, and a spine severed twice over.</em>&nbsp; Olden thought to himself, taking inventory of the wounds he'd sustained in the brief time he was fully at the mercy of the witch.&nbsp; <em>I've had worse.</em><br><br>Once again, the vampire was incredibly thankful that he couldn't feel pain anymore, and that he wasn't a living being, but a walking corpse animated by supernatural force.&nbsp; Olden forced air into his lungs, and managed some breathy comments.&nbsp; "I call you pet, and I don't even get a growl?&nbsp; Glad your triggers are... working."&nbsp; Olden cackled, gazing into Lenora's eyes.&nbsp; "Now get me back to my crypt, bitch.&nbsp; My... <strong>pet</strong>."&nbsp; Olden said, feeling his body start to give.&nbsp; He had sacrificed much, and simply wanted to see if the training he'd tried to give Lenora was having the proper result. <br><br>Every few nights, without her permission, he had crept into her bed and watched her sleep.&nbsp; It was easy to be silent, even to the senses of a werewolf, especially after the first night.&nbsp; Each night, he'd perch on her chest, take her cheeks in his hands and hold her so that the first thing she saw when she awakened was his own eyes.&nbsp; It always gave Olden a sort of amusement that she had fallen hypnotized so easily the first time, despite the rage she quaked with.&nbsp; Each night it was getting easier, as he slowly plowed through her subconscious and worked on making her into his trusted ally.&nbsp; ...But since the threat was over, she deserved to know.&nbsp; What better time to enrage the werewolf than when she had him completely helpless and on the verge of destruction?&nbsp; A part of Olden felt a deep craving to simply be torn to shreds by her claws, to end the despicable mess that he was.&nbsp; The vampire's shattered mouth turned into a bloody grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 07:38:53</strong>
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				The look in Olden's eyes told her there was something he was telling her but at his words, Lenore felt a tickle in the back of her brain. It made the world around her fuzzy for a few seconds, but she was able to quickly recover. <br><br>Rolling her eyes, she glanced back down to the vampire. Guess not only witches could be dramatic. "Let's get a couple things straight, parasite. One, I am not your pet. I let it slide the first time because we had business to take care of and only a short amount of time to do it. 4.6 seconds, if I'm correct. Two, I am a bitch, but honey, I will never be your bitch." Her claws had come unsheathed as the adrenaline had finally lessened and now she was just pissed off. "Three, if you decide to demand me to do something again, I will rip your balls off and make you eat them."<br><br>Bringing her wrist to her mouth, she bit into the skin, creating a wound that bled profusely. "Now, drink my blood, so your pathetic body is somewhat back together," she said with an overly sweet smile as she held her wrist against his mouth. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 08:24:06</strong>
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				Olden hissed as the werewolf lowered her bleeding wound to his mouth, his broken&nbsp; body totally helpless.&nbsp; Blood was the only sensation remaining to a vampire, the only pleasure left after the false death.&nbsp; The blood of werewolves was particularly intense, something that gave a vampire the ability to feel emotions, albeit dimly, for a while.&nbsp; It was horrible stuff, akin to the vilest moonshine and favored only by perverts and outcasts from vampire society.&nbsp; For a moment, Olden could almost swear he felt fear, as he realized he was about to be violated just like he'd violated her, though it didn't count because she was just a dog.&nbsp; "Don't, pet.&nbsp; Bad pet!&nbsp; Stop pet!"&nbsp; Olden yelped, his head drawing away from the blood while his tongue reached towards it.&nbsp; <br><br>Olden wondered if the bitch even knew what the blood was going to do to him, or if it would just be a pleasant suprise.&nbsp; In a way it was ironic, considering how he was being offered a gift, but Olden would rather drink the blood of a dozen other vampires than werewolf blood, for an addiction to a vampire was socially acceptable, perfectly normal, a way of preserving society.&nbsp; What would he do if he became addicted to one of the fuzzy savages?&nbsp; He pondered trying to hypnotize her, but he was too weak, and his jaw would probably break off in the attempt.&nbsp; His only real hope was to keep using her trigger, and hope that she fell into a nice obedient trance before she violated him.&nbsp; "Pet... pet.&nbsp; pet.&nbsp; pet.&nbsp; pet.&nbsp; my pet."&nbsp; Olden chanted, trying to stare into her eyes and make her brain feel as if it was being deeply massaged, wiping away her thoughts and promising her deep pleasure if she would just embrace the sensation and let herself relax and sink into the wonderful world she'd been secretly introduced to.&nbsp; <br><br>Olden hoped, something he hadn't done in a long time, and simply wished that the werewolf bitch would forget who she was for a while. <em> She really does make a cute pet</em>.&nbsp; Olden thought, feeling himself lick a single drop of blood off her wrist, as his mind quaked in horror about his disobedient tongue.&nbsp; An instant later, the flavor hit him, and it was all he could do to not simply throw himself at Lenora and suck her blood like a baby.&nbsp; It was like a steak dinner after being starved for 6 months, the most perfect, joyful flavor that ever existed, assaulting his senses by just existing.&nbsp; Another moment, and to his horror, Olden actually swallowed the droplet he'd taken, his entire body lighting up with intense arousal.&nbsp; The vampire moaned weakly, lost in the horror of what he was doing, what he was feeling...&nbsp; "please..."&nbsp; Olden barely said through bloody lips, already licking his lips and taking in even more of that delicious blood, knowing what would happen if he gave into his urges.&nbsp; "stop!"&nbsp; Olden croaked, realizing that he was actually frowning, because he felt genuinely disgusted, and he couldn't stop feeling that way.&nbsp; It only made his self loathing even more intense.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 17:41:37</strong>
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				"Pet, pet, pet.... my pet." His words triggered something in her brain and everything went blissfully quiet and fell away from her. The stress and excitement left her body leaving nothing but silence and feeling. What was she supposed to be doing?"<br><br>Lenora moaned at the feel of his tongue on her wrist, the sensation flowing to every nerve ending. Her blood was pouring all over the ground and the vampire beneath her but she didn't care as long as she got to feel his tongue on her body again. Sensation the only thing she had left at the moment. No coherent thoughts except that she wanted to feel more of what he had enlisted on her.<br><br>"Stop!" His shout pulled her back into the world and everything that had happened in the past day came crashing back to her. Clutchng her bleeding wrist to her chest, she slumped as image after image tried to fight for reign in her now cluttered brain. <br><br>What the hell? Looking down, her eye's met Olden's and she knew. <br><br>"You mother fucker! You've been hypnotizing me!" Snarls and growls came up behind her as the other wolves heard her screams. She scuttled away from him, a packmate helped her to her feet. <br><br>"Do you want me to kill him?" her second in command asked, as he pulled her body close. <br><br>More than anything she held a feeling of hurt inside her chest which pissed her off even more. <br><br>"No," she growled. "We need him for the time being." She let the other wolf hold her, his familiar closeness comforting. "Pick the piece of shit up and throw him in the trunk."<br><br>As the others moved in to move him, she got right in his face, the urge to rip him to shreds strong but she was tired, so tired. "If you ever hypnotize me again, and I find out, it's over. I don't give a fuck what treaty or pact we have signed. Your dead, for real this time. Got me, fucker?"<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 03:52:04</strong>
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				Olden watched Lenore get into his face and scream at him, unable to stop from smiling.&nbsp; "You anger is so... pretty."&nbsp; He said to the werewolf, admiring every line on her face.&nbsp; "The pain, the betrayal... exquisite.&nbsp; Do you know what it is, to not go through pain?&nbsp; The emptiness it creates in your soul?"&nbsp; He asked, feeling almost... happy.&nbsp; &nbsp; "As for causing my final death, please feel free.&nbsp; I would be honored if you could finally put me out of my misery."&nbsp; He said, the darkness inside him laughing at how little the weak brainwashed werewolf bitch could truly do to harm him.&nbsp; <br><br>Olden allowed his limp body to be lifted into the trunk, and felt himself fall into an uncomfortably compact pile.&nbsp; "At least throw a tarp over me!"&nbsp; He gurgled, unable to move his elbows out of his crotch.&nbsp; He was a blasphemous creature of darkness, but just being a pile of flesh was much worse.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 04:41:48</strong>
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				Lenora sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle, her eyes staring but not looking at anything. She couldn't keep her mind off what the vampire had said. She had seen a spark in his eyes at her anger. He had actually liked it. Sought it out, it seemed. It made her pity him in a sense. <br><br>She had heard that when a human became a vampire, they lost all feelings and emotions but she hadn't realized how true that was. And the more she thought about it, Olden never acted through emotion but strategic plans. Analyzing every little thing. Unlike her, who was a ticking timebomb ready to blow at any minute. <br><br>"Lenora, we have arrived." She turned her gaze to her second in command. Why couldn't she have feelings for him? He was such a good man, but no. Here she was pitying a vampire who couldn't feel and wondering why she even gave a shit. <br><br>Stepping out of the car, she crossed over the cobblestone driveway and walked around to the back of the solidbricked manor, letting the others take care of the vampire in the trunk. She didn't want to see his face, or deal with him. She would even let her second make the phone call to the her father, the Alpha. Right now she wanted to be alone. She needed it. She needed to find out how far the vamp had got into her mind, and how to get him the fuck out. She refused to end up like her mother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 05:22:34</strong>
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				Olden was dragged into the tomb out back like a sack of garbage, which he was, really.&nbsp; The two slaves the legion had provided him were still waiting on their knees, where they had been left many hours ago.&nbsp; The pale skinned women wore thick leather hoods over their heads, blindfolding them and placing thick layers of insulation against their ears, so they couldn't hear.&nbsp; The hoods also enclosed their mouths, leaving them unable to speak or even whimper.&nbsp; Their bodies were covered in strict leather, with holes carefully cut out above all their major veins; wrists, thighs, solar plexus, breasts, ankles...&nbsp; Only one major area remained covered; the neck, armored in a thick iron collar that was the mark of a blood slave.&nbsp; Without access to the neck, the slave couldn't easily be drained, and therefre couldn't be turned.<br><br>The economics of vampires were a funny thing.&nbsp; For every blood slave, there needed to be four other slaves to care for, feed, protect, and bind the blood slave.&nbsp; For every vampire, there needed to be at least two blood slaves, and most vampires preferred about five.&nbsp; For every slave, a person's life had to be shattered, ruined.&nbsp; The slave had to be alienated from everyone who ever loved them, from every one who might come along asking questions.&nbsp; Sometimes there were shortcuts, like teenage runaways with romantic ideas about vampires, and the victims of human trafficing, but in general, it was an endless torrent of human misery that kept vampire society functioning.&nbsp; <br><br>All the costs floated through Olden's mind as he sucked on his slave, and enjoyed her muffled moans of joy.&nbsp; Blood slaves were made to be just like vampires, lost in a hollow, dark world of deprivation, able to feel only when the vampire fed, and utterly psychologically dependent on that state.&nbsp; Once the brainwashing set in, there was no rescuing a blood slave.&nbsp; She'd either commit suicide or run back to her Master the moment she got the slightest chance, often begging to be taken back after being cut off from their owners.&nbsp; <em>This pint of blood cost $26,000.</em>&nbsp; Olden thought, feeling his strength return to him as he transformed his body into a form resembling himself again.&nbsp; Of course, it was the only form he could possibly take.&nbsp; Vampires were locked into the way they looked the moment they died, every single change instantly reverting itself the moment they fed.&nbsp; Olden stroked his goatee, and left the tomb wearing a black silken robe, walking into the legionary mansion to make contact with the werewolves.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 05:59:58</strong>
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				Lenora slipped into the far off trees that covered this end of the estate. With 350 acres about 250 was covered in dense forest, perfectly safe for a werewolf to roam. Shedding her clothes, she realized just how badly she was covered in the vampire's blood. There was a small creak somewhere within the foliage, she could wash there. The other wolves could sense her mood and knew to leave her alone. <br><br>Smiling, she let the power flow through her, moaning at the sweet pain. It started slowly at first, them rippled her skin as bones snapped and popped, shifting and reshaping. Her back hunched as she went forward, paws landing on the ground in front of her. Her spine elongated, stretching out behind her, curling slightly at the end. Sharp teeth lined the inside of her elongated snout, and her ears that now resided on the top of her head pricked at every sound. Her red fur shone brightly in the moonlight. <br><br>Digging her claws into the soil below her, she stretched her newly form muscles. Throwing her head back, she let out a howl before running deeper into the trees. <br><br>After a while of just running, she followed her nose, the smell of water becoming stronger and stronger the closer she got to her destination. Speeding through the last thicket of trees, she dove into the water awaiting her, the cold shocking her tired body. Shifting back to her human form, she waded, cupping the water and letting it flow and slide over her body. Her hair looked blood red in the water around her, but then she realized it was the blood washing away from her skin and flowing away from her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 06:32:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Lenore bathed in the pool, Olden stepped out of the shadows nearby, where he had silently landed a few moments earlier as a bat.&nbsp; <em>3 hours to go</em> He thought, remaining as intensely aware of the dawn as he had always been.&nbsp; "Not much of a suprise that you would go to the largest body of water, really.&nbsp; Beasts are so very... simple."&nbsp; He said, slowly walking into the water and not feeling it, simply discarding his robe to reveal an attractive nude body, which descended into the water without feeling the cold.&nbsp; <br><br>"But tell me, what's on your mind?"&nbsp; Olden asked, flashing his fangs and slowly approaching the werewolf while staring at her.&nbsp; "You're a formidable warrior, but the emotional reaction I got out of you...&nbsp; clearly, you DO fear your mother's fate.&nbsp; It's a useful lever, to know what a person fears."&nbsp; &nbsp;Olden whispered, ready to present the truly damning evidence.&nbsp; "Yet... when you tried to feed me your blood, it was kind, it was tender.&nbsp; It was like you actually <em>cared</em>.&nbsp; And I promise you, it was all your own choice, not what I put inside your head."&nbsp; He said, waiting to see what the latest barb did in the wilderness.&nbsp; She could easily run, of course, but they were both ranking officers in a war.&nbsp; Better to have an understanding, even if Olden couldn't possibly explain his craving to antagonize her and see her filled with fear and disgust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 06:46:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora watched quietly as the vampire walked into the water. What was it about the horrible being that made her want to rip him to pieces yet, at the same time get close to him? The mind tricks it had to be, no matter what he told her. Slowly, she unsheathed her claws under the water. He was starting to annoy her. <br><br>"I tried to feed you because you saved my life. An eye for an eye or something like that. I don't care about you. I could give two shits or a fuck honestly if you lived or died, but since we need you and your "connections" I did what was needed to ensure your survival and thus, the survival of my pack. Even though you looked pitiful and I would have done you a favor by killing you." Unbeknownst to her, she had moved forward, closer to him as she spoke, her naked body so close to his. <br><br>"Tell me, leach, why do you feel the need to torment me so?" She knew she should feel anger towards him or even fear, but she only felt a curious wonder as to what he would answer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 07:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olden walked closer to Lenora, sinking into the water as he gathered it around him like a cloak, as if hoping that the cold liquid would armor him against the fiery emotions of the werewolf.&nbsp; "My own actions are clearly in violation of the treaty, though of course the vampires will try to argue I was justified, but the war effort will probably be aided.&nbsp; Besides, what's one more casualty?"&nbsp; The vampire asked, allowing the villainy to simply flow through him.&nbsp; "So the real question is, WHY do I torment you.&nbsp; I can answer it, of course.&nbsp; Watching you, on our hunts, seeing your passion, your grace, your fury...&nbsp; It triggerred my hunting instinct, like a cat chasing after a laser pointer."&nbsp; He explained, floating nude on the water.&nbsp; <br><br>"I began to quietly stalk you, wanting to have you in my eyes at all times, as if they might capture you, and hold you in my mind, where I could simply use you to fulfill me needs.&nbsp; It didn't work, and I had to take more, so I broke into your mind.&nbsp; But not even stealing into your head while you slept couldn't satisfy me.&nbsp; Father help me... I wanted."&nbsp; Olden confessed, letting himself drift closer and closer to Lenora.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 07:39:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora gulped at the huskiness of Olden's voice, her body unable to move as he drifted closer to her. Her breathing began to come out in short gasps as her body heated. He was so close, all she had to do was lift a hand...<br><br>"What do you want from me? My blood?" she whispered. Fear rose in her gullet, not of him but of how her body was reacting to him. Her nipples pebbled as her breasts lifted with each breathe she took and heat tightened between her legs. <br><br><em>Just kill him. End it now. We can find another vampire to fulfill our needs,</em> that little voice of sensibility said inside her head. But she couldn't strike out. Something inside her was holding her back. <br><br>"You can't have my blood. You didn't like it, remember?" He was directly in front of her now, his body mere inches from hers. She moaned softly as the water from his movement lapped at her sensative skin. <br><br>She needed to get out of there. She should get out of there. She wanted... What did she want? <br><br>Meeting his eyes, she gave him a pleading look and spoke only one word. "Please..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 08:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olden let himself drift close to Lenora, and placed his hands on her shoulders.&nbsp; They were warm, thanks to having recently fed; just a little colder than normal, but still within the human range.&nbsp; "I want you."&nbsp; He said simply, a hateful cunning underneath his voice.&nbsp; "I want your brain, your fur, your psyche, your soul... everything but your blood."&nbsp; He said, wrapping his arms around Lenora and drawing her close as if for a kiss.&nbsp; "It'll be easy.&nbsp; Just look into my eyes and fall in love."&nbsp; Olden whispered, stroking Lenora's cheek.&nbsp; "You can't bring yourself to destroy me, because I'm the only one who can bring you peace."&nbsp; He promised, keeping his victim close.&nbsp; "You're filled with a fury you can't possibly stop, lost to passions you can't control.&nbsp; I'll take those away from you, make your mind clear, let you spend your every day filled with joy."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 08:19:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora's breath left her in a rush as those stealy arms wrapped around her. It felt so good, his body against hers, slick skin to slick skin. Sliding a hand up his chest, she looked into his eyes and began drowning. <br><br>"Touch me, please. I'm burning up. Make it stop." Leaning forward, she placed her lips against his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 08:56:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olden pressed his lips into Lenora's, her entire body heating up and warming the stolen blood inside him, creating a false blush of arousal in his form.&nbsp; The two monsters embraced, floating slowly backwards into the pool of water, Olden's feet entangling with Lenore's legs and slowly running down her feet, sending pulses of incredible pleasure racing through her body like an electrical current.&nbsp; "Relax, dog, just close your eyes and listen to my voice.&nbsp; It'll all stop if you listen.&nbsp; It'll all end; your passions, your uncertainty, the fear flowing through you..."&nbsp; Olden promised, his hands creeping down Lenore's spine and telling her spine to start falling asleep just like her brain.<br><br>His eyes seemed to loom large as his mental powers embraced Lenora's mind, yet with a gentle caress more like a lover disrobing his consort than a predator eating its prey.&nbsp; The hungry mind of the vampire found the howling mind of the wolf, and there was a moment of tension, as Olden's psyche encountered the werewolf's subconcioius barriers.&nbsp; "Surrender now, into my eyes, into my heart, and we'll be happy forever."&nbsp; He said, with the seductive grace that only a vampire could muster.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 09:22:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora could feel him pushing into her brain. Her body was on fire. This wasn't the kind of touch she wanted. Her heart started to race for a different reason as her arousal turned to panic. Thoughts of her mother rushed to her head. <br><br>"No. No. No!" With a forceful shove, she untangled herself from his grasp, water splashing in every direction form the movement. <br><br>Scrambling onto the dry land, she struggled for breath. "This isn't what I want. You aren't what I want. Stay the fuck out of my head."<br><br>Shifting, she ran, her wolf form streaking through the trees. What had she been thinking? He was a vampire for the Goddess's sake. An unemotional being. He only wanted one thing, and that was control. <br><br>She made it all the way back to the house within seconds, the arced doorway a shining beacon of light in her distress. She nearly knocked several people over as she blasted her way through the door. <br><br>Without a word or growl to anyone, the red wolf ran up the spiraled staircase and down the east wing of the house where the rest of the pack was staying. Shifting quickly, she opened the door to her room and entered locking it behind her. Crawling into the fourposter bed, she pulled both guns and a couple throwing knives with her. There was no way anyone was going to get to her tonight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 09:35:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora waited in her room for many hours, with eerie silence and shadows that all seemed to be the vampire bearing down on her.&nbsp; After a painful raft of minutes, dawn came.&nbsp; Olden was sleeping peacefully in his tomb, surrounded by slaves and seemingly oblivious to the violations and lies he constantly tormented Lenora with.&nbsp; A member of her pack knocked on the door, shouting through it.&nbsp; "We got some howling going on from the `pires!&nbsp; Apparently leeches are dropping dead in rural california, and the deaths are starting to cross werewolf territory too.&nbsp; Someone's got to crack the pattern and intercept whatever's killing `em."&nbsp; The werewolf growled, speaking with all the subtlety of a jackhammer.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 17:27:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora rolled over in her bed. She had just managed to fall asleep and now some one was banging on her door. <br><br>"Lenora, get up and make the phone call," Byron said through the door. "We need to get shit done if we're going to move on to California."<br><br>She groaned. Let the vampires die. She didn't give a shit anymore. They all deserved to die anyways. <br><br>"Lenora!" Bryon yelled, his fist slamming into the heavy wood. <br><br>"Alright!," she said throwing the covers from her naked body. Storming to the door, she flung it open and got inches away from her second's face. "Byron, yell at me again. See what happens," she growled low in her throat. Instantly, his eyes deverted submissively. "Yes, Lenora. I appologize. Please get dressed so we can get out of here. This place give me the creeps."<br><br>Slowly, she let out an exhale of breath, her anger ebbing a little. He was right. The house belonged to vampires, every nook and cranny a dark secret. The many slaves that ran around were all mindless zombies, content with serving thier master's and nothing&nbsp; else. Lifting her hand, she placed it lightly on his sculpted chest.<br><br>"You're right. I appologize as well. Last night was just a very horrible night," she said shaking her head. <br><br>"Indeed. I can smell him all over you." <br><br>"I'm going to get dressed. I will be in the study in five minutes. Don't let anyone in. I need to talk to my father alone." Closing the door, she dressed quickly. Black leather pants with her trusty boots and a corset style top with multiple weapons strapped all over her body. Throwing her long hair up, she wrapped a tie around it to secure it to the back of her head. <br><br>Leaving the room, she made her way down the hall, passing other wolves as she walked. All of which nodded submissively. Making it to the study, she closed the door behind her. Bryon had done well with his orders. There was no longer anyone even on this floor, to accidently catch a word of her conversation. Glancing at the open window, she noticed the sun was setting already. No wonder Byron had acted as he had. She'd been sleeping for over twlve hours. Werewolves never needed that much sleep. Fucking vampire. <br><br>Walking past the leather couches, she walked around the ornate mahogany desk and sat in the chair, whiling picking up the phone, which lay off it's cradle. "Father, before we begin on the new mission, I have some questions for you."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 20:55:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's wrong?"&nbsp; Lenora's father asked over the phone, his deep voice distorted by the long distance connection.&nbsp; He could tell there was something bothering his alpha, but he couldn't put his finger on what.&nbsp; The Alpha Pack was operating down in Central America, chasing a group of unaligned shapeshifters who had some kind of association with a local blood god.&nbsp; The group maintained a loose connection with the 1st Legion of the vampires, who were working their way into the Vatican archives in Rome to try and figure out why all of their assets east of Jeruselum in the Old World had dropped out of contact.&nbsp; <br><br>The sun dipped lower, and Olden somehow appeared unbidden in the chamber, wearing a black suit and steel-grey tie suitable for a funeral, wearing sunglasses while his skin blistered in the fading sunlight.&nbsp; He stood at the far end of the room, not speaking, simply allowing the fading light to scourge him where he stood.&nbsp; In his hand, he bore a scroll, stamped with wax and a simple inscription: V.&nbsp; As the childe of the Legate, Olden was responsible for relaying the orders of the 5th legion, and in particular with keeping the "auxileries" in line.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Crescent and Fang (Great Triangle and wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lenora sat quietly for a moment, thinking of how to phrase her question. She ended up&nbsp; going very basic. "Dad, what happened to mom?"<br><br>His sigh was drawn out over the other end. "You know what happened, little red," he said, using his endearment for her. "She had been kidnapped by a vampire who became addicted to her blood. After being hypnotized so much, she went crazy and killed herself." It was always such a simple answer. A well, duh kind of answer. But there just seemed like there was more to it than that. <br><br>"Why are you bringing this up? Did something happen? Did that vampire harm you?" he growled. She could feel the rise of his anger even over the phone. <br><br>"No. Of course not. I don't know." She was rambling, not knowing what to say but she knew her father probably was not the one to talk to . <br><br>"Lenora, listen to me. Do not get involved with that vampire. I forbid it. Nothing good will come out of it. Do you understand me? Do you understand?" She heard real fear in his voice this time. <br><br>"No, dad, of course not. I will be fine. I promise. You of all people know how I feel about the bloodsuckers." She heard his sigh of releif in her ear. "Now, what's going on in California?" she said, changing the subject. She would have to come back to his fear for her a little later. <br><br>"Something is killing vampires just outside of Fresno. And it is creeping it's way into our territory out there. It seems to be some kind of virus that is transferred through the blood they drink and into thier system, so something is poisoning their food supply out there. We need you to go down there and take care of the problem."<br><br>"Would it really be so bad having less vampires in the world?" she mumbled agaisnt the mouthpiece. "Do you think a witch is the one behind this?"<br><br>"The problems seems to be much bigger than that. The "virus" is spreading and spreading fast. I would say to cover as much ground as this has, more than one would have to be involved. A small coven maybe."<br><br>"Great, more witches to kill. Okay, when and where?"<br><br>"There is a flight leaving in four hours from JFK. Special travel arrangements have been made for the vampire. Once there, a wolf will meet you outside of the airport and will take you and the others to his Alpha's home. I suggest you leave now."<br><br>Without another word, she hung up knowing he had done the same. No I love you's, no nothing. Just like always. Standing, she left the study to find the last person she wanted to see, needing to relay the information she just recieved.
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