Firefights and vampire bites (Trin, front and center. Soon open to all ass-kickers!)
Steve waited with his heart pounding. This was it, the chance to bring down Nachton's most wanted killers. But tonight was going to be rough, since he was to be bitten yet again by Trin. Today, only three things had been in his head: A friend from the past was moving to this city, Trin was in his head non-stop, and his mission was the dominant thing now that he was in the field. Steve was dressed as he had been that first fateful night, with black combat gear, and a bad attitude. He was armed with an FN-P90, his D.E., and a few other little toys he had grabbed. He waited, sitting in the dark near an old office building. His watch struck nine PM. Trinity should be here soon.
(All others: Wait for me and Trin to finish our business here before the mayhem begins)
Steven
16 years ago
Steve woke up, his chest killing him. Damn, what was that thing loaded with!? He picked himself up off the ground, snagging his gun in the process. There was no sign of Trin, but that was unreliable intel, since he was more concered with Richard. The vampire was still standing there, gun at the ready, waiting for a movement. Steve noticed that the vampire had his back to him. Perfect. Steve began to creep forward. Hopefully the vampire didn't spook. Steve really didn't need to take more bullets.
Trin
16 years ago
Trin hid her suprise when Steve had not only not ordered her to stay in the truck, but was going to let her get in on the action as well. Nodding once, she moved in the opposite direction from him, knowing full well what she had to do.
And not liking it for a moment. It went against centuries of training to kill another vampire. She just hoped they weren't making a big mistake in this - the last thing she wanted was to end the evening having to explain herself to the Elders. She was in enough trouble for allowing the damage to the city that had already been done. Damn rogue.
Peeking around a stack of crates, she gauged the distance she still needed to go to get behind the vampire. Easy enough as long as he was distracted. But his two goons could be an issue. She watched, helpless, as Steve was caught by bullets and thrown back and into another stack of crates. Damn him, if he had gotten thimself killed... she remembered the flak jacket he had been wearing and hoped it held up. She looked down at her won jacket and frowned, thinking hard. she could not fight in it - it was too restricting, too heavy and she wasn't used to it. Taking it off would just anger Steve, though.
She pulled back and started to work her self around to be behind the vamp and paused, changing her mind. Stripping off her duster and the flak jacket, she checked the fastners on the various blades she was wearing. The gun she considered for a moment and decided to keep. Slipping the duster back on, she slowly stood, watching the vampire to see if he had noticed her. Their attention was still on her fallen familiar. Perfect.
Throwing as hard as she could, the flak jacket sailed across the open space, landing hard against some boxes, causing everything to crash. the vamp and his cohorts, turned, spraying bullets everywhere. A few moments later was dead silence as they waited for movement. Trinity decided flak jackets had their uses after all.
She waited as well in the quiet, wanting them good and nervous. The more off balance she could make them, the better the chances they would make another mistake. Catching a movement out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve had pulled himself up and was making his way toward the vampire. Idiot. How the hell to get him to understand the bodyguards were the real problem?
Hoping he'd follow her lead, she took careful aim with the gun (and thanking God it was an automatic. She might actually hit something.) Pulling gently on the trigger, she was surprised at the rate that the bullets exited the weapon. But she managed to hit the man closest to her, across the chest and into the neck. Dropping down, she concentrated, turning to mist and floating deeper into the shadows and away from where they were expecting her to be. A moment later she was on the opposite side of the room above them on a beam and had rematerialized. If she had been human, she would have been breathing hard from the effort that had taken. As it was, she knew she was not ready to do it again anytime soon.
Everyone in the room had looked in the direction her fire had come from. A feral smile crossed her face as she waited to see what Steve would do.
And not liking it for a moment. It went against centuries of training to kill another vampire. She just hoped they weren't making a big mistake in this - the last thing she wanted was to end the evening having to explain herself to the Elders. She was in enough trouble for allowing the damage to the city that had already been done. Damn rogue.
Peeking around a stack of crates, she gauged the distance she still needed to go to get behind the vampire. Easy enough as long as he was distracted. But his two goons could be an issue. She watched, helpless, as Steve was caught by bullets and thrown back and into another stack of crates. Damn him, if he had gotten thimself killed... she remembered the flak jacket he had been wearing and hoped it held up. She looked down at her won jacket and frowned, thinking hard. she could not fight in it - it was too restricting, too heavy and she wasn't used to it. Taking it off would just anger Steve, though.
She pulled back and started to work her self around to be behind the vamp and paused, changing her mind. Stripping off her duster and the flak jacket, she checked the fastners on the various blades she was wearing. The gun she considered for a moment and decided to keep. Slipping the duster back on, she slowly stood, watching the vampire to see if he had noticed her. Their attention was still on her fallen familiar. Perfect.
Throwing as hard as she could, the flak jacket sailed across the open space, landing hard against some boxes, causing everything to crash. the vamp and his cohorts, turned, spraying bullets everywhere. A few moments later was dead silence as they waited for movement. Trinity decided flak jackets had their uses after all.
She waited as well in the quiet, wanting them good and nervous. The more off balance she could make them, the better the chances they would make another mistake. Catching a movement out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve had pulled himself up and was making his way toward the vampire. Idiot. How the hell to get him to understand the bodyguards were the real problem?
Hoping he'd follow her lead, she took careful aim with the gun (and thanking God it was an automatic. She might actually hit something.) Pulling gently on the trigger, she was surprised at the rate that the bullets exited the weapon. But she managed to hit the man closest to her, across the chest and into the neck. Dropping down, she concentrated, turning to mist and floating deeper into the shadows and away from where they were expecting her to be. A moment later she was on the opposite side of the room above them on a beam and had rematerialized. If she had been human, she would have been breathing hard from the effort that had taken. As it was, she knew she was not ready to do it again anytime soon.
Everyone in the room had looked in the direction her fire had come from. A feral smile crossed her face as she waited to see what Steve would do.
Steven
16 years ago
Steve checked the silencer on his weapon, then opened fire on the guards. Bullets caught the men, and even though he could be discovered at any second, he had to choke back the laugh as his comrade fired wildly. She sure was a crappy shot. Steve pulled a modified blowtorch from his backpack, and lunged at the enemy vamp with the torch in one hand and his weapon in the other. He latched onto the mans back, roasting him with the torch and emptying the P90s clip into his back. The vampire struggled, but Steve had to hold on until Trin could come to his aid. One good thing had occurred, however: that machine gun was about twenty feet away, having been wrenched out of Richard's hands by Steve. Talk about a rodeo, Steve thought, hanging on for dear life. He thought of his options. He still had his D.E., and his P90. His knife was still in place, and his other little toys were all accounted for. He pulled out an incendiary grenade. The device, a three-inch sphere with a cylinder topped with the hinge for the handle and the pin, would blow off three meters of flames, spreading a cloud of ammonia chlorate that would burst into flames in mid-air. The perfect anti-vampire weapon. He looked for Trin, spotting her on a rafter. Sweet. He pulled the pin and stuffed the grenade in Richard's pocket, then ran like hell. The device went off, but the vampire was still coming at him! What the?! He ran reloading the P90 and firing as hard as he could. "Come and get it, you son of a bitch!" Steve's voice shook with rage. Trin would have to wait, because Steve was out for blood now. Needless to say, all hell was breaking loose.
(I figured Trin would suck at shooting, since she hates guns.)
(I figured Trin would suck at shooting, since she hates guns.)
Trin
16 years ago
Trin was impressed at whatever the hell it was Steve shoved into the vampire's pocket created quite the fireball. That should pretty much take care of...
She frowned, stunned as the vampire kept going. Growling to herself, she realized one question had just been answered - and opened up the proverbial can of worms. If the vamp had coat of arms, then he was descended from Anantya. Or maybe not. He could be Tacharan blood... thinking fast, she decided it didn't matter right now. Either way, he was rogue. The clans would not have allowed someone to cause this much damage without it having been dealt with from within. Not even Tacharan was that out of control.
Dropping carefully to the ground 20 feet below, she rolled, easily coming up the her feet. the impact had jarred her, but vampiric agility took over. thank god she regularly practiced that. Pulling a matched pair of long knifes out of their sheathes, she attempted to approach the smoldering vamp, only to realize Steve was still firing. The phrase "friendly fire isn't" came to mind and she truly grasped what it meant for the first time.
"Hold fire!!" she yelled as loud as she could. When she heard more than 2 seconds of silence, she hoped it was because Steve heard her, not because he was either dead or out of bullets. A quick look around showed that her yelling had caught the vamp's attention. Darting forward, she sliced into the flames, darting back a few steps before her own clothing or skin could catch. An arm sailed a few feet away and blood spurt, only to catch fire itself. She circled carefully, dodging in when instinct told her it was relatively safe to do so. The fire started to go out and the sheer amount of damge that whatever-it-was had done was impressive.
The vamp's first instinct would be for blood. Trin's would work just as well in these circumstances as Steve's and it made the rogue twice as dangreous. She needed to get in close enough to take his head and soon. Not even this vamp could survive that.
She frowned, stunned as the vampire kept going. Growling to herself, she realized one question had just been answered - and opened up the proverbial can of worms. If the vamp had coat of arms, then he was descended from Anantya. Or maybe not. He could be Tacharan blood... thinking fast, she decided it didn't matter right now. Either way, he was rogue. The clans would not have allowed someone to cause this much damage without it having been dealt with from within. Not even Tacharan was that out of control.
Dropping carefully to the ground 20 feet below, she rolled, easily coming up the her feet. the impact had jarred her, but vampiric agility took over. thank god she regularly practiced that. Pulling a matched pair of long knifes out of their sheathes, she attempted to approach the smoldering vamp, only to realize Steve was still firing. The phrase "friendly fire isn't" came to mind and she truly grasped what it meant for the first time.
"Hold fire!!" she yelled as loud as she could. When she heard more than 2 seconds of silence, she hoped it was because Steve heard her, not because he was either dead or out of bullets. A quick look around showed that her yelling had caught the vamp's attention. Darting forward, she sliced into the flames, darting back a few steps before her own clothing or skin could catch. An arm sailed a few feet away and blood spurt, only to catch fire itself. She circled carefully, dodging in when instinct told her it was relatively safe to do so. The fire started to go out and the sheer amount of damge that whatever-it-was had done was impressive.
The vamp's first instinct would be for blood. Trin's would work just as well in these circumstances as Steve's and it made the rogue twice as dangreous. She needed to get in close enough to take his head and soon. Not even this vamp could survive that.
Steven
16 years ago
Trin was out ther, kicking ass. Steve felt that it was his duty to help, and so he ran forward, blasting away with his gun. The clip ran out, and he switched to the D.E. The pistol had an eight round clip, but Steve had plenty of munitions, and was in full-blown kill mode now. He fired thrice, hitting the vampire in the shoulder blades. Richard drew a machette, and began slicing towards Steve. Dammit. He decided to work this angle, and keep the man busy as...
Oh, shit!
Richard charged, tackeling Steve. The vampire sunk his teeth into Steve's neck and began to feed. Steve put the gun to the vampire's head and started blasting, but he felt himself getting dizzy. He needed Trin bad. He roared, drawing his knife from it's sheath and started stabbing the vampire's head repeatedly. Dammit, Trin! he thought. Where the hell are you?!
Oh, shit!
Richard charged, tackeling Steve. The vampire sunk his teeth into Steve's neck and began to feed. Steve put the gun to the vampire's head and started blasting, but he felt himself getting dizzy. He needed Trin bad. He roared, drawing his knife from it's sheath and started stabbing the vampire's head repeatedly. Dammit, Trin! he thought. Where the hell are you?!
Trin
16 years ago
Trin had been caught off guard, both by Steve's attempts to kill the vampire with bullets (would he never learn?) and then the vampire's sudden lunge toward her familiar. Moving quicker than should have been possible, he latched onto Steve and started feeding. Pure anger rose in her, shifting quickly to rage. No one had the right to touch what was hers.
"Dammit!" she muttered. The vampire was functioning on pure instinct, determined to live regardless of the cost. His lack of reaction to any damage was similiar to that of a human pumped on on adreniline in fight-or-flight response mode. There was no pain in that state - and without the normally debilitating effect that pain would have, he was proving to be damn hard to kill.
But now he was focused on one thing only - feeding. The trick would be to get him off her familair without getting Steve's neck torn out for her trouble. Coming around, with knives whose blades were the length of her forearms, she knew she was running out of time. Steve had sustained enough damage and had already endured one feeding tonight.
Grateful that this particular set of blades had only a single cutting edge, she carefully slid it between their bodies so that the keen edge rested against the vampires' throat. Meeting Steve's faltering gaze with her own she tried to smile reassuringly.
"Just remember, I told you if you died on me I was going hurt you."
With a quick jerk, she sliced into the vampires neck, only the spine stopping the blade. He jerked back, releasing Steve who crumpled on the floor in a daze. Trin immediatly felt for a pulse, relieved to find one even if it was not as strong as she knew it could be. Fascinated she watched as the vampire fell back, blood draining onto the floor. It wasn't over just yet. They still had to take the critter's head and burn the body. Preferably at opposite ends of the country. She wasn't sure she'd truly believe him dead and gone otherwise.
Looking back at Steve, she knew they had a few minutes to recoup before dealing with the all but dead vampire. He was no danger for the moment. And she could use a few minutes breather. Her reaction to Steve being attacked was more than she had expected.
"How you doing?"
"Dammit!" she muttered. The vampire was functioning on pure instinct, determined to live regardless of the cost. His lack of reaction to any damage was similiar to that of a human pumped on on adreniline in fight-or-flight response mode. There was no pain in that state - and without the normally debilitating effect that pain would have, he was proving to be damn hard to kill.
But now he was focused on one thing only - feeding. The trick would be to get him off her familair without getting Steve's neck torn out for her trouble. Coming around, with knives whose blades were the length of her forearms, she knew she was running out of time. Steve had sustained enough damage and had already endured one feeding tonight.
Grateful that this particular set of blades had only a single cutting edge, she carefully slid it between their bodies so that the keen edge rested against the vampires' throat. Meeting Steve's faltering gaze with her own she tried to smile reassuringly.
"Just remember, I told you if you died on me I was going hurt you."
With a quick jerk, she sliced into the vampires neck, only the spine stopping the blade. He jerked back, releasing Steve who crumpled on the floor in a daze. Trin immediatly felt for a pulse, relieved to find one even if it was not as strong as she knew it could be. Fascinated she watched as the vampire fell back, blood draining onto the floor. It wasn't over just yet. They still had to take the critter's head and burn the body. Preferably at opposite ends of the country. She wasn't sure she'd truly believe him dead and gone otherwise.
Looking back at Steve, she knew they had a few minutes to recoup before dealing with the all but dead vampire. He was no danger for the moment. And she could use a few minutes breather. Her reaction to Steve being attacked was more than she had expected.
"How you doing?"
Steven
16 years ago
Just when all seemed lost, and Steve was about to give in to the darkness trying to overcome him, Trin was there, slashing at the vampire's neck with her knives. Well, decapitation seemed to be a new way to kill these bastards. He jumped up, running on pure adrenaline, and charged at Richard. His own blade swung, and his aim was true. Richard's head flew through the air, and the body crumpled to the floor.
"Just fine, baby," he said, grinning.
He spat on the body, then tensed. A rumbling was causing the rafters to shake. He recognized that rumble. He ran towards a window, all traces of happiness gone. Sure enough, a T-47 was rolling this way, probably coming to back up the dead vampire. He ran to one of the spooks, ignoring Trin's questions. He pulled off the man's socks, winceing at the stench. He then filled each one with TNT out of a small canister in his backpack, then tied the fuses. He then went over to a barrel of axle grease, and fired a round into the lid. The damn thing was pressurized, and the lid blew off with one shot, and Steve's head and torso was drenched with the grease. Lovely. At least he had some camaflauge. He dipped the sock-bombs into the grease, then threw one to Trin. "Ok, here's what we do. When that thing comes by, light the fuse and huck it. The thing has to hit the back wheel. It will stick, and when it goes off, it will blow the treads off the tank. Got it? Move!"
He ran outside and across the street, and ducked behind a car. The tank rolled forward. When it was in position, he lit the bomb and threw it. The grease made it stick, and the treads were soon lying on the ground. He just hoped Trin had been as successful in her attempts at throwing the sticky-bomb. Otherwise this could be real bad.
"Just fine, baby," he said, grinning.
He spat on the body, then tensed. A rumbling was causing the rafters to shake. He recognized that rumble. He ran towards a window, all traces of happiness gone. Sure enough, a T-47 was rolling this way, probably coming to back up the dead vampire. He ran to one of the spooks, ignoring Trin's questions. He pulled off the man's socks, winceing at the stench. He then filled each one with TNT out of a small canister in his backpack, then tied the fuses. He then went over to a barrel of axle grease, and fired a round into the lid. The damn thing was pressurized, and the lid blew off with one shot, and Steve's head and torso was drenched with the grease. Lovely. At least he had some camaflauge. He dipped the sock-bombs into the grease, then threw one to Trin. "Ok, here's what we do. When that thing comes by, light the fuse and huck it. The thing has to hit the back wheel. It will stick, and when it goes off, it will blow the treads off the tank. Got it? Move!"
He ran outside and across the street, and ducked behind a car. The tank rolled forward. When it was in position, he lit the bomb and threw it. The grease made it stick, and the treads were soon lying on the ground. He just hoped Trin had been as successful in her attempts at throwing the sticky-bomb. Otherwise this could be real bad.
Trin
16 years ago
Trin fell to her knees as Steve finished the job of killing the rogue. Even as full of blood as she was, she knew the damage she had taken needed time to finish healing. Looking down at her chest, she could see that the hole was starting t ofinally close over, though it appeared that it had torn a bit, probably with the exertion of fighting the vamp. Blood seeped down her abdomen.
A rumbling had her turning her head, confused. Climbing to her feet, she caught her balance easily enough but wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of her and assess the damage to both of them. Steve was going to need to be patched up as well - she had seen the damage done to his protective gear - and could smell his blood more eaily than she should have been able to. she watched, confused as he did something with one of the bodyguards socks and her nose wrinkled up when he opened the drum of grease. Nasty stuff.
She automatically caught the object he threw at her and truly wished she hadn't. Really nasty stuff. Following Steve was more to figure out what in the world he was doing and to protect him from his own actions than anything else. Trin had no idea what the disgusting thing she was carryng was and had no problem following his instructions in getting rid of it. She surprised herself by actually managing to get in where he wanted it and instinct told her to duck and hide. Which she did, behind a nearby dumpster.
She was starting to hate dumpsters.
A rumbling had her turning her head, confused. Climbing to her feet, she caught her balance easily enough but wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of her and assess the damage to both of them. Steve was going to need to be patched up as well - she had seen the damage done to his protective gear - and could smell his blood more eaily than she should have been able to. she watched, confused as he did something with one of the bodyguards socks and her nose wrinkled up when he opened the drum of grease. Nasty stuff.
She automatically caught the object he threw at her and truly wished she hadn't. Really nasty stuff. Following Steve was more to figure out what in the world he was doing and to protect him from his own actions than anything else. Trin had no idea what the disgusting thing she was carryng was and had no problem following his instructions in getting rid of it. She surprised herself by actually managing to get in where he wanted it and instinct told her to duck and hide. Which she did, behind a nearby dumpster.
She was starting to hate dumpsters.
Steven
16 years ago
Steve saw the flash from the other side of the T-47, and saw the treads fall off. He got up, pulling a grenade off of his belt. He popped the hatch on the tank, and dropped the now pinless grenade into the hole, and closed the lid. The device went off, killing the occupants of the T-47. Steve heard the thing go off, and peeked inside. Sure enough, there was a lot of carnage. He got up, grinned at Trin, who was crouching behind a dumpster, and then started feeling faint. It seemed the adrenaline was wearing off. He got down off of the T-47, and staggered over to Trin. He got right to her, then his legs gave out. His last words before lights out were "Finish the body." After that, he was snoring like a child. Too bad he had walked from home to here. If he had brought his truck, Trin could have just dropped him off. Her Jeep was OK, having been sheltered from the blast by an overhang. He swore mentally, about all he could do at the moment. Looks like Trin would have to leave him behind. Wonderful.
Trin
16 years ago
A muffled boom and Trin peeked back out around the dumpster. Steve was openeing the hatch and peering inside, obviously pleased with what he found inside. Making his way over to her, he told her to finish the body before dropping into a faint. Alarmed, Trin caught him and lowered him awkwardly to the ground, checking for pulse. Stronger than she feared, but not as strong as she would have liked.
Chewing her lip for a moment, she tried to figure out which body needed to be finished. Alot had happened in a very short period of time. A glance at her watch showed it was just after 1 am. They'd managed to destroy at least 8 city blocks tonight in only a few hours. Rather impressive, all things considered.
Finish the body. The phrase kept running around the peripherary of her brain, trying to connect to something, anything. At the same time, options for what to do with Steve were also trying to connect to something solid. Which body needed to be finished finally clicked into place - rogue vamp. With a sigh, she quickly moved back across the street into the warehouse where they had killed the rogue.
The bodyguards lay where they left them, one without socks. The vamp still lay in the center of the room, head a few yards away. She picked that up and laid it in the crook of the critter's arm so it wouldn't roll away. His body was partially charred from the earlier fire and the only way she could gaurentee that he would not be coming back would be to finish burning him into ash. Lovely. Taking advantage of the grease barrel Steve had opened earlier, she carefully soaked all three bodies and dug around in her pockets, hoping for a book of matches. None. Damn. Grimacing, she dug around in the pockets of the deceased, finally coming up with a lighter. Picking a spot a few feet away, she lit the grease trail that she had left. Within moments, all three bodies were burning.
Turning her back, she moved back into the street and went for her jeep, checking on Steve quickly. Still out cold, still breathing fine. She really did not want to try and figure out right this moment why the thought of losing him was so terrifying. Leave that for later. Much later. Say next century or so.
Pulling the jeep as clsoe to him as she dared, she had just opened the hatchback when she heard sirens, faint even for her hearing. Crap. The panic she felt added strength to her as she man-handled him into the cargo area, cursing them both under her breath. Climbing into the driver's seat, she took a moment to clear her thoughts and decide where to go. As close to collapse as she was, she wasn't sure if his house was safe. Once she was out, there would be no waking her up. But taking him to the Manor... well, he was her familiar so would be allowed there. As long as he behaved himself.
Undecided, she drove off, heading in the general direction of both, still trying to determine which way to go.
(Trin & Steve out!)
Chewing her lip for a moment, she tried to figure out which body needed to be finished. Alot had happened in a very short period of time. A glance at her watch showed it was just after 1 am. They'd managed to destroy at least 8 city blocks tonight in only a few hours. Rather impressive, all things considered.
Finish the body. The phrase kept running around the peripherary of her brain, trying to connect to something, anything. At the same time, options for what to do with Steve were also trying to connect to something solid. Which body needed to be finished finally clicked into place - rogue vamp. With a sigh, she quickly moved back across the street into the warehouse where they had killed the rogue.
The bodyguards lay where they left them, one without socks. The vamp still lay in the center of the room, head a few yards away. She picked that up and laid it in the crook of the critter's arm so it wouldn't roll away. His body was partially charred from the earlier fire and the only way she could gaurentee that he would not be coming back would be to finish burning him into ash. Lovely. Taking advantage of the grease barrel Steve had opened earlier, she carefully soaked all three bodies and dug around in her pockets, hoping for a book of matches. None. Damn. Grimacing, she dug around in the pockets of the deceased, finally coming up with a lighter. Picking a spot a few feet away, she lit the grease trail that she had left. Within moments, all three bodies were burning.
Turning her back, she moved back into the street and went for her jeep, checking on Steve quickly. Still out cold, still breathing fine. She really did not want to try and figure out right this moment why the thought of losing him was so terrifying. Leave that for later. Much later. Say next century or so.
Pulling the jeep as clsoe to him as she dared, she had just opened the hatchback when she heard sirens, faint even for her hearing. Crap. The panic she felt added strength to her as she man-handled him into the cargo area, cursing them both under her breath. Climbing into the driver's seat, she took a moment to clear her thoughts and decide where to go. As close to collapse as she was, she wasn't sure if his house was safe. Once she was out, there would be no waking her up. But taking him to the Manor... well, he was her familiar so would be allowed there. As long as he behaved himself.
Undecided, she drove off, heading in the general direction of both, still trying to determine which way to go.
(Trin & Steve out!)
Steven
16 years ago
(what she said)