Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly & PeacethatPowerbrings)
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				Title: <strong>Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:00:20</strong>
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				The streets were empty except for random pieces of junk and the occasional yellow glow of a streetlamp. On either side of the cracked pavement, broken-down buildings loomed up like haggard sentinels. Jim was perched on top of one of the dilapidated buildings, surveying the dismal scene below. It was long past curfew, and he didn't expect much action tonight. There had been an alert on the radio about a hunting pack in this area a few hours ago, but he was beginning to think it was a false alarm. Well, that was fine. Jim was supposed to be on a team infiltrating a nest in a week or so; he could deal with a little boredom until then.<br><br>It hadn't always been like this. When the vampires had first started appearing, people had just dismissed it as superstition. When the factory workers in the lower districts started disappearing, it was chalked up to turf squabbles with the local gangs. Even when it became clear that there was a real problem, nothing was done. Nobody cared about them, at least nobody important. As long as it didn't interfere with the factory work, the upper district wanted nothing to do with it. When the bodies of a few prominent socialites turned up, however, suddenly it was dubbed the Crisis of the Century. Agencies were set up, outlying bunkers built, and teams equipped. Jim had snapped up one of the hunter gigs as soon as he could. It had been this, the factories, or the streets. Sure, the work was crazy as all hell and the death rate was high enough to be near-suicide, but he'd found he was rather good at it. <br><br>"Jim to base, checking in. No change out here. Over." Jim clicked the button on his radio, clipping it back on his belt. He was walking along the roof of the building, watching the streets below. It was a good position, he could see out over two main streets, countless small alleyways and could even make out the glow of the upper city's lights off in the distance.<br>Catching some movement out of the corner of his eye, he stepped back from the edge. He could make out a vaguely male frame, though he seemed... confused. Whoever it was was walking slowly, too slow for a vampire. What was he, a streetwalker? Jim had run into a few of them before, but never this late. Cautiously, he slid along the side of the building, careful to make as little noise as possible. <br><br>He pulled his goggles down, flipping to infrared. The world instantly transformed into a blotchy green landscape, and he peered down at the spot where the boy had been. Nothing. No heat at all, not even the fainest smudge of orange inside the boy's outline to suggest a beating heart. He swore softly to himself, ducking down back behind the ledge. He hated it when they still looked human. The kid could have been turned yesterday, for all he knew. There was nothing for it, though. Let him go and he'd just turn more. It was better just to do it quick, put the poor kid out of his misery.<br><br>He had a clean shot, and hesitated only a moment before taking it. The gun barely made a sound, just a faint <em>'pifft'</em> as the bullet passed through the barrel of the scilencer. He could see the vampire thrown back from the shot, knocked down and he wasn't getting back up. These bullets were silver, standard issue, and worked rather well if you got off a good shot or two. That was... they <em>usually</em> worked rather well...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 12:22:42</strong>
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				Vergilhad been walking, when it hit him. Vergil wasn't his human name, but it wasn't bad, the choice of his sire, a new name for a new birth. He'd been hunting, with others, quite a few. He was important, a powerful new Vampire, but their hunt hadn't lasted long. He was, the only one left.<br><br>He was staring at the sky, as he lay on the ground. A low moan escaped him, the bullet-hole smoking and causing him immense pain. Most young Vampires couldn't heal like he could. His healing ability was powerful enough that the silver wound didn't spread, and kill him, instead staying small but burning all the same.<br><br>He knew it was a hunter, though he felt like laughing, they really didn't have any idea what was coming, that soon enough there would be worse things that thinking, sneaking vampires in their city.<br><br>Vergil look about twenty, a lithe frame, and well defined muscles, if not really large ones. His hair was messy and pure white, something that, apparently, his also white-haired master, had neglected to tell him was heritable. Still it didn't look bad.<br><br>He groaned once more, his back arching, and his fangs coming out, his eyes already blood red. The real irony was, he hadn't even killed anyone yet. He'd fed on human familiars of his master instead, tonight was to be his first hunt, but after what had happened, and now this...<br><br>He went silent, his teeth clenched, he wanted to survive, but couodn't even raise a hand to remove the bullet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 06:25:52</strong>
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				"Shot down a single vamp, clean hit. It looks like it was alone. I'm gonna go check it." He hit the button on his radio again. <br><br>&nbsp;Jim got up and swung down the rusted fire escape, going much faster than was probably necessary. The metal groaned under his weight, but he managed to get to the ground without incident. He kept his gun trained on the vampire. He should have shot him the moment he was in range, but he hesitated. Besides the ghost-white hair and red eyes, the thing looked human. A human-like thing that from the look of it, was in extreme pain. <br><br>Jim cursed himself inwardly. On his forst day on the job he had the misfortune to be assigned to one of the more disagreeable division officers, a huge, scarred man named Byron. Byron had been fighting vampires long before the higher districts had gotten involved, and felt the urge to share his<em> insurmountable </em>wisdom any chance he could get. The worst part about it was that most of his advice was actually good. <em>Doesn't matter what they look like, they're just monsters.</em>He'd bellow at them,<em> Every single fucking one of them'd kill you as soon as look at you, so don't go all sentimental. I can show you how to shoot and use them gizmos, but none of that'll mean squat if you go all mushy 'cuz it reminds you of your sister or looks like some little kid.</em> He really, really hated it when Byron was right.<br><br>"Jim, you okay?" The radio crackled to life, broadcasting a rather concerned sounding voice into the chill night air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:34:22</strong>
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				Vergil's eyes found the human approaching. He presumed the man to be his attacker, which meant, he knew, that he was long for the world. He really didn't want to die, but he consoled himself with the fact that he'd done it once already, and practice was bound to make it easier.<br><br>He stopped struggling, knowing that, while the bullet was burning it's way through, and would shortly exit his body entirely, the hunter would probably finish him off before he got the chance to run.<br><br>He closed his eyes, his form going deathly still. Though the hole still smoked, and he was still in complete agony. A new threat presented itself as he calmed, the faint sound of running feet and guttural growling and hissing. Not his pure blooded Vampire comrades, but vampires nonetheless. He looked towards the hunter. He didn't hate the man, he understood why he did it, humans were, after all, still the most numerous, intelligent species, on the planet, so it wasn't really like they weren't justified in killing their predators.<br><br>"Run..." he breathed, "run!" he said again, with more emphasis. He knew what was coming, the same things that had torn his companions to shreds. He didn't feel any sense of vengence for his own death, so he told the hunter to run...by the time the hunter heard them...saw them, it would be too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 00:06:58</strong>
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				"Okay..." Jim stared at him with his head tilted a little to the side, his grim duty fogotten about for the moment. This was... odd. There was an etiquette to this sort of situation. Vampires hissed and spat like cats at their attackers. Jim's usual role was to shut them up with an acute case of silver poisoning. 'Run' was not a part of the script.<br><br>"That is the dumbest thing... 'run'?" Ha. 'Run'. Like he would actually fall for that. This was either a very cheap ploy to buy some time, or... some sort of derangement. <br><br><em>"Jim- multiple bogies heading heading towards you from the South, moving fast. Get out of there!"</em> The radio crackled to life, broadcasting a rather frantic sounding voice into the chill night air.<br><br>"Got it." He shot one last glance at the wounded vampire before he turned and ran. It certianly wasn't the most heroic thing, but when you could be facing a horde of blood-thirsty monsters, razor claws and fangs versus a single handgun, you ran like a little bitch.<br><br>There was a raspy shrieking behind him, a sound that was far to close for comfort. His shoes scraped the dirty pavement, skidding as he turned a sharp corner. This was bad. He was recon tonight, nobody got good equipment for recon! All he had was his gun, two spare clips, and a single bloody UV <em>flashlight</em>. He was never going to leave the base without freaking <em>grenades</em>. Thoughts came short, only punctuated by short bursts of adrenaline. Bottleneck. He had to force them in a bottleneck, and pick them off as they came through. Where? There- he spotted a rusty door belonging to one of the buildings along the street. It was a lousy plan and he knew it, but it was the only thing he had at the moment.<br><br>Good. The only easy way in was the door he'd just come through. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 05:38:33</strong>
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				Vergil del into unconsciousness as he saw the hunter turn and run. It was reassuring, at least, that the reports of his damnation would at least be unfair, if there was an afterlife, if not unfounded. He'd never yet killed, and he'd not ever even been responsible for a human death. He knew with certainty, that he wouldn't have stayed that way. Necessity and, pleasure, would drive him to kill, he knew, but, knowing he was about to be torn to tiny pieces was beneficial to his piece of mind about the possibility of a hell for his eternity.<br><br>He awoke slowly, not sure how much time had passed. The bullet had burrowed it's way through, and his wound was gone, and he rolled over, to escape the burning touch of the silver slug he was now lying on.<br><br>He saw, then, the hoard, of...whatever they were. Vampires called such creatures many names, but these were different than the usual Vampire thrall, they multiplied, like a plague.<br><br>They were spread out, moving slowly, smelling the air. They were already passed him, obviously ignoring him as dead. He realized that their continued presence meant thee hunter hadn't run far, and they'd find him soon enough.<br><br>He stayed silent, now seeing hope for his own survival. He wanted to live, very much, even if he still held some hope that his hunter wouldn't be found, he doubted there was anything he could do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:10:21</strong>
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				He'd set up behind a crate, able to watch the door from where he was crouching. There was a rustling around the door, as one of the vampires started sniffing the air. When it caught his scent it howled, bounding through the door towards him.&nbsp; He shot it, two clean hits to the chest. The vampire let out a blood-chilling screech as it fell, writhing on the concrete floor. After the first, more were quick to follow. Two, three, four- they kept coming, five in total. <br><br>Jim got up cautiously, making his way out of the warehouse while still keeping an eye on the bodies. He wanted to keep moving. The vampires could have been waiting until he came out, but sacrificing five of their own in order to lull a lone hunter into a false sense of security? It didn't add up. His plan had been had been stupid; any idiot vampire would have figured out where he was by the first shot, and found another way into the warehouse. He should have been dead by now. Something about this was wrong.<br><br>He wandered a bit along the cold darkened streets, letting the adrinilaine rush fade as he made his way back to his post. That vampire... he actually had been trying to warn him. He could leave now, and let the sun finish things up for him. That was the smart thing to do, but somehow it didn't sit well with him. <br><br>"Uh... listen. I think I have a pickup here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest Before Dawn (Ghostly &amp; PeacethatPowerbrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 05:25:52</strong>
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				Vergil awoke in a small-ish cell. The bars were obviously some kind of metal, lightly silver plated. There was a window as well, shut with a simlarly silver-plated metal plate, that he had no doubt could easily be opened, were that his captors' desire.<br><br>He didn't know where he was, or what time it was. Not knowing wasn't really a new sensation for him. Ever since becoming a vampire he'd been not knowing pretty much everything, and, though he was a quick learner, he obviously wasn't quick enough.<br><br>He sat up, moving to the back of the cell, as far away as possible from where he imagined sunlight would strike the cell, were the window opened.<br><br>His confusion wasn't enough to make him forget about the hunter, however, and he immediately wondered if the man was alright, fearing the worst, given the creatures that were coming, at his last memory.<br>&nbsp;
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