Cold, Cold Water

[Kyra]

She grabbed his head and twisted snapping his neck. It wouldn't kill him but it would hurt like hell. Sam's plan worked. Demetri pulled the dagger out of Kyra, leaving a gaping wound. He lurched towards Sam. Kyra became mist and streamed behind him, reforming.
"I hope your soul finds peace in the next life Demetri. You should have held out longer and continued searching."
Demetri realized his mistake too late. You never took your eyes off Kyra. She slammed her fist into his back ignoring the poison of a feral's blood and going straight for his heart. Her eyes looked at the three humans. It was obvious she was a vampire but unlike the feral that faced them as well, hers glowed an eerie violet. They were cold killer eyes.
"Matt going to need some memory wipes on these humans."
Her eyes narrowed on David.
"Make the murder's something painful. I'm thinking of snapping some of his fingers."
She pulled out Demetri's heart with a sickening sound. Oddly the vampire still moved. She threw the heart on the ground behind her and the vampire moved towards it. Rolling her eyes Kyra called down lightening incinerating the heart, then it leaped to the vampire. The lightening also danced along her skin, removing Demetri's blood. Within seconds the only evidence a fight had occurred was the hole in Kyra's stomach and the wound on her arm.

[Evangeline Carter]

ooc: ...Memory wipe?


bic: Murderer...

Excuse me?

"You're one to talk," the man raised the gun warningly, his back at the door to his truck. The man had been smart; anti-blood-sucker barriers. "Don't touch them unless you want a war." He was sure 'Oy' was ready to handle himself. Had his doubts for the girl. His hand twisted in the door of the vehicle. They had as much right to their memories as the rest.

[Cain]

Sam raised an eyebrow when the vampire lept for him but never reached him, though he didn't seem to flinch at the lightning.

"Well now, he wasn't very smart was he? An obvious trap and he lept straight for it."

He closed his hand into a fist and raising it as if using hand weights. After a pause he opened his hand looking at it. What was odd was no drop of blood had fallen from his cut yet his hand was clean. The only sign of what had happened was what looked like a row of brownish red stitches tracing where the cut had been. Brownish-red, like dried blood.

::That trick of hers could be troubled, despite that she is wounded. Perhaps I should wait to take these ones on till I can lure them to somewhere with lightning rods...::

He shook his head with a sigh.
"I had such lovely plans for tonight and now it seems they're ruined."
He glanced at the man.
"You might want to go now, that toy in your hand won't hold them off. beheading them or what she just did are about the only ways you're going to stop them."

With his once bloodied hand he readjusted the glasses he was wearing, before nodding to the vampires and turning to walk away.

::Now, will one fallow or not?::

He wasn't so worried about them trying to wipe his memory, his mind wasn't like most humans' constant practice with arcane forces had strengthened it. What was a simple task with others would take effort with him, and in that moment of effort, he could always strike.

[Kale Allerion]

OOC: Oops! Sorry, Evangeline. Misread it. :P

[Evangeline Carter]

ooc Don't sweat the small stuff.

bic: "There's always a new method lurking around." The gun had been edited for the purpose of taking the lives of vampires, after all. He was not, as the assumptions seemed to run, new to the trade. "However, I may well take your advice." He was in no mood to trade blows with two vampires if one was in the habit of tossing lightning bolts. The things needed to be drawn away and into territory that evened the odds. If they had any intention of toying with his head, they were in for a fight.

The stormy eyes lifted to the girl, and then back to the other man. "Need a ride?" Such a casual inquiry did not give evidence of the crunch for time they were in. If either of the two humans wanted to take advantage of the safety in a moving truck, they'd have to make the decision quickly.

[Kale Allerion]

OOC: For clarity's sake, I'll delete my previous post. Let it be known that I am still near the scene of the action, and not at home.

BIC:

MariAnne knew that agreeing to ride with strangers in New Haven, especially this late at night, was not the brightest idea. But it was no more stupid than deciding to take on vampires alone.

Not wanting to spend a long time at the garage, she accepted his offer. "Sure," she said, nodding slightly. "Thanks."

As the tow truck took her hauled her car away, she followed this stranger through the rain.

[Kyra]

ooc: long posts. long posts. keep having long posts.

Kyra rolled her eyes.
"This is why human slayers usually fail miserably. They don't know how to kill vampires. I mean seriously....a gun? All that does is sting a little. Demetri would so have ripped out your throat and danced on your entrails."
She turned and looked at Matt.
"I find it amazing how these humans forget all about honor and saving lives and become selfish when faced with impossible odds. I swear it's a miracle you and Elizabeth turned out more like us than them."
Shaking her head she held out a hand for the child that Matt was guarding. The child ran to her willingly.This wasn't good with her injuries she was probably going to feed from the girl. Except she didn't. Kyra despite her injury knelt to be at her level. She held the girl's eyes with her own. She made her voice low, making it soft and hiding in it a compulsion for the child.
"Now then little one you and I have much too discuss. First of all no more walks at night alone. It's quite dangerous. You will not do such a thing again. Secondly you saw nothing odd this night. All there was is that crazy man back there that was waving a gun like a lunatic."
She smiled and the child giggled. Now it was time to warn her of ferals. Usually only ferals had blood red eyes though there were exceptions.
"Next anytime you see anyone with red eyes you run as fast and far as you can. Then you will call me and forget that you saw them. Anytime you are in danger from anything you will call."
Kyra buried her phone number in the girl's mind. She felt herself weakening as she lost precious blood and the poison coursed through her veins. It was important she do this. Children were protected in her society, they were miracles that must not be harmed.
"I want you to go home little one. Your parents will be worried."
She stood slowly and ruffled the child's head before the child took off. She watched to make sure the child obeyed. Most humans would think it odd considering her wounds that she didn't feed from the child. That she had instead let a relative easy feeding go. Kyra's violet eyes met Matt's.
"Matt afraid you're going to have to head for a healer. Make sure he feeds. It's going to be bad. "
She wavered on her feet.
"Shit.....scratch that. First go into their heads and make sure and alter their memories. I really don't feel like having them use the girl to get to me later."

[DungeonMaster]

Matt turned to the humans, his gun lowering in his grip and clattering to the ground. Matt wa not quite sure what to do. "Kyra..." He said, his hands shaking slightly. He hadn't fed before he'd come tonight. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought to himself. He looked at the men with red hungry eyes, surpressing the demon within. He remembered that he had a beautiful life with his people now, that the scar wasn't what it once had been, but it didn't help the thirst growing in him.
He launched himself down the alleyway, stopping in front of the group of humans and growling in a low, seductive tone, "Come, speak with me..." His voice was very compelling, as all vampires' voices were at times, but there was a compelling element that would make some part of them wabt to draw nearer to him.

[Evangeline Carter]

ooc: Honestly, the assumption that all human slayers are moronic imbeciles who can't tell a hawk from a handsaw is a little unfair. After all, you don't survive as a slayer if you don't have some knowledge of how to, y-know, live. I hesitate to believe that creatures as inteligent as vampires -- many of whom have been around long enough to witness the phenomenon the human race, which refuses to be eradicated -- would sink to a level of ignorance as to believe that at least some of them didn't know what they were doing.

--And hello, Dungeon Master **coughs**Warden**coughs**Southern Accent**coughs**

bic: David felt his hair rise as the vampire came upon them, turning to fix the creature with an irate glare. "Unless you're looking to have your brain paint the ally walls," his hand brushed the gun warningly, "back off." He mightn't have been nearly as social, if he weren't half drunk. "I thought your kind was more inteligent than to assume our technology was so limited." The particular firearms at his hips had proven their capability in the 'removal' of unwanted vampiric heads.

"And take your pursuasion somewhere else," he said, glaring at the psychic. "Try working your mind-tricks on people who don't have to kill your kind for a living." He had no doubt, had he not disciplined himself in the early years of slaying against mental prods, that the vampire would have had little trouble in penetrating his thoughts. It would take something a little more potent to sway his brain, though.

[Cain]

Before the vampire came out after them, Sam looked to the other hunter.

"No thank you, I have my own way home, and I'll need to get back to where I parked my car a few blocks down anyway."

Then came the vampire an it's compulsion. For a moment Sam closed his eyes and seemed to waver, looking as if he may start walking toward the vampire again. Then as he opened his eyes again they looked extremely bloodshot.

"No, I think not, if you wish to talk you'll have to fallow me."

His voice was slightly more monotone as he spoke, but as he said it he started walking away again.