"If you were any ordinary commander, who I never knew, I would've lowered them to the rank of a soldier... Or maybe even punisht them. But knowing you hopefully won't make the same mistake twice, I will let you go on this one SPade. Now report to me what Damien said..." said Raiziel.
Neither Gray or Vlad had reappeared to report to him, and he needed their information to carry out his plans. Even the special permission granted to allow Vlad to move straight to him without going through Gray had no attracted him.
Clenching his fist, it was a few moments before he realised the woman beside him was on her knees. He unclenched his fist, realising he had broken most of the bones in the woman's hand. Shocked, not at the njury, but at his own lack of control, he sent her straight to the med wing, with the instructionsa that her treatment superseded any other.
Shaking his head he watched her leave, his eyes straying to her rear as she closed the double doors.
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Death only gives another set of choices.
He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.
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you should know Raiziel you where there she thought to herself. She looked at the two ancients. "All he said was he wanted to form some kind of an AIlliance." she told him.
Gender: Male Location: I cant come up with anything clever
Before proceeding to the ball he took a detour to the Throne room watchinng as the sobbing servant-girl was escorted to the med-wing he bowed before him. "My-lord the spy has returned to the Inferi mansion and I have met with Spade, Raizel showed up so I could not get an answer...I will meet with her tomorrow."
Raiziel looked at Patrocolus. "She better not go and meet him again without our permissions again. I want to catch that guy, to get all the information on the Minuo clan from him" said Raiziel to Patrocolus nodding his head.
ooc: a product of my crazy imagination. brought to you in part by....erm, imagination I guess. Anywho, continuation time!
Driving down through the barren streets, Leo formed a smirk to the back of a platinum car driving ahead of her. She licked her lips at the make of the car. “A Mitsubishi Eclipse…nitro attachments to the side…how wonderfully droll!”
Laughing a bit, she drove to the side of the vehicle, smiling to the three gentlemen inside. The backseat rider had a yellow-black hat on that managed to veil his eyes, on the passenger’s side was a blond with a buzz cut, blue eyes focused on the road. On the driver’s side was a man with messy brown hair, piercings adorning one ear. Taking notice of her glance, the driver sped up somewhat. Leo carefully followed suit, the driver smiling. The sides of his car gave off a blue tinge, the car moving forward tenfold, going at catastrophic speeds.
Slamming her foot down on the gas pedal, Leo smiled gleefully in her pursuit. She clapped her hands together. “It’s a race, luvies!!! Best of all, there’s one of ‘em for each of us!” She turned on her nitro attachments to the left, just as she made a sharp right turn.
Catching up with ease to the smiling driver, Leo kept at a steady pace, making the occasional erratic turn as she played copycat to his moves. She wasn’t sure where he was heading, but either way ended up with a fresh meal, so she could care less. A horn was heard as the racing pair turned onto a long stretch of tarmac.
Genesis’s one visible eye widened, she elbowing Leo in the side. “We’re heading for the bridge.”
Leo nodded her head, gaze intent on the black road ahead. For a strange second, she thought she saw it angling out upwards but contributed it to the strange lighting of the streetlamps. However, with her second nudge, Genesis confirmed her hidden suspicion. “The horn went off…that means its rising…twit.”
The Mitsubishi Eclipse drove maniacally ahead, Leo smiling demonically as she grinded her heel into the gas pedal. “Guess you guys should buckle up a bit then, eh?” She bared her fangs as the wind tore through her face, Leo heading up the sharp incline. She activated both sets of nitro as they left the ground, sailing upwards over the choppy ocean stories below.
Glancing to her opponent, she smirked at a sparkle going off in boyish green eyes. Attention back to the road, Leo winced as they fell back to the earth with a heavy thump, the car struggling with not turning over. Regaining control after a minute, she smiled triumphantly at seeing the platinum car ahead of her start to slow down. Her smile soon turned into a horrified stare as the backseat driver poked his head through the sunroof with what Leo liked to call a BFG (big ****ing gun) in hand. She braked immediately in shock. “Shit!!”
The driver poked his head out the window, two glistening fangs visible. He winked, blowing a kiss her way, his words carrying a hint of an accent. “Goodbye, gorgeous.” At his last utterance, the backseat driver broke into hysterical laughter, five silver missiles heading their way.
Already breaking off into a U-turn, Leo slammed her foot down on the gas pedal, careening around the first visible corner. She expected to hear the sounds of multiple explosives going off. However, what she didn’t expect was to find five missiles still in hot pursuit after her, dangerously close in her rearview mirror.
“Slow down!” ordered Genesis, blue eye looking frantically to a missile feet away. Leo threw her an ‘are you crazy’ expression, Genesis elaborating. “We have to get out the car, let the Ferrari take the blow.”
Leo glanced in the mirror, brow arched high as she made a hairpin turn. She scoffed, shaking her head. “Nuh uh…we’re not doing that.”
“ARE YOU INSANE?!?”
“No,” answered, to the surprise of the two arguing females, Vlad. His back was pressed to the seat, he unusually calm despite the circumstances. Opening an eye, he said. “For once, she’s being smart,” Sitting up, he explained. “We slow down, the missiles will hit us but jumping out now,” He leaned over the side, eyes narrowed. “Would just get us broken necks so we have to get rid of…” The sound of metal being plied from metal was heard, Vlad holding a nitro can in hand. “A problem.” He pitched the heated cylinder towards the first missile, a lovely blue explosion going off on impact.
“Heat seeking missiles…I don’t know whether to be flattered someone spent X amount of money, smuggled missiles into the city, and used it against me!” Leo sped up, turning to the left as the remaining nitro pushed her right. She motioned Genesis to remove the second one, shaking her head in disbelief. “Or I don’t know whether to question where the freaking **** is the logic in sending heat seeking ANYTHING after me! Like I’m James bloody Bond…” She groaned, speed sufficiently decreasing at the removal of her last nitro. She held back a tear at the wasted money.
Nearing two hundred miles per hour, Leo gritted her teeth as she narrowly avoided crashing into a streetlamp. She turned sharply, heading for a tunnel, smirking at hearing a missile crash into the ceiling. “Three down, two to go!” She sped out the tunnel, eyebrow raised. “Open for any ideas, comrades!”
Genesis paled as she checked her watch, cocking her head to the right. “Head down Amsterdam Ave…the bakery opened at five. Considering every other place is on lock because of us, only location I can think where there’ll be heat-”
“We need a security,” cut off Vlad, leaning in between the two ladies. “Do you have anything useful inside the car?”
Stumbling, a little nervous over the situation, her grip tightened on the wheel as she struggled to remember. “Umm…under, under,” She closed her eyes, “Under your seat, flare gun! Shoot now, ask questions later…much.”
Vlad tore the plastic from the red last resort, aiming it to the glass windows of the old-fashioned bakery. He waited, missiles skimming past the exhaust a little too close for comfort. At last, he pulled the trigger, a direct shot causing shooting sparks to spiral through the glass window, directly into the opening oven. An inferno erupted, a gas explosion taking down half the block and the poor baker inside the shop.
__________________ "Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
The missiles instantaneously zoomed off course towards the fire, Leo exhaling heavily as she threw herself back against her seat. Vlad lowered the flare, shaking his head, Genesis shaking, paler than usual in her seat. “More trouble than you’re worth…” She glanced shakily to her side, narrowing her eye into the rearview mirror. She punched Leo hard in the shoulder. “…speed up, Speed up, SPEED UP!!!!”
Leo started to swear, holding her breath at seeing the last shining silver missile sparkle under the streetlights. She leaned forward, heel slamming hard into the gas pedal, wondering how long she could keep it up. Vlad glanced back casually before bringing his attention back on Leo. “How fast can this thing go?”
“Without the nitro…” Leo calculated mentally in her head, veering around a building. “No more than two hundred miles per hour.”
“Oh really…” murmured Vlad. With a laugh, he leaned back, hands resting behind his head. “Slow down, kick back and relax. We’re all going to hell.”
“We just might…” agreed Genesis, eye on her watch. “We got less than ten minutes before sunrise and…leading a missile into the mansion will get us screwed!”
Leo growled, turning sharply in the direction of the manor. “Only if they know it’s US! And not unless they are psychic, bugged my car, been following me through this whole hellish event, or something else weird like that, NOBODY’S gonna know, besides US!!”
With that, she drove around the back through the hedges, heel threatening to break the gas pedal as she sped through the grass making up the backyard of the manor. Turning sharply to the right, she hissed quickly. “You closed the other gates?”
“Just the first one, you can get through that one easily enough, I’ll hit the button to shut down the safety ones.” Genesis was already working on putting on her seatbelt, as was Leo and Vlad. Closing her eyes tightly, she slammed through the first wiry gate, car shaking as she drove down into the darkness. Genesis slammed her fist into a red button, several thick gates immediately slamming down afterwards.
A loud boom shook the mansion walls, Leo ignoring the sound as she continued her descent into the lower levels of the garage. Slamming her heel into the brake, the car spun in three full revolutions before landing daintily back into its spot. Exhaling, Leo laughed. “Now that’s what you call skills!”
“No, that’s what you call…” Vlad didn’t finish, instead settling with a sharp slap to the back of her head.
Massaging her aching scalp, Leo turned on the backseat driver, finger pointing in his direction. “You’re going to stop hitting, yelling, hurting me or I swear I’m going to-”
He laughed. “Again with your threats? What’ll you do…besides speak? Cause that’s torture in its own way.” He laughed some more at his little joke.
Both eyes gained an evil hue, Leo silently fuming in the front seat. She snapped, pouncing on Vlad, the two starting a small fight in the backseat. Genesis rolled her eyes, taking out an overly large handgun hidden beneath her dress. In a cold voice, she said. “Both of you….stop fighting…NOW!!”
Leo glanced to Genesis with a twitching brow. She was currently pinned beneath Vlad, his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. Her hand was digging into his throat, the other preparing to slash him away. Adjusting her cheek on the seat, she narrowed her eyes. “I notice how you’re also aiming to me but in case you didn’t notice I didn’t DO SHIT!!!!” She swore.
“I don’t care, this isn’t about the both of you!” shouted Genesis, hiding her gun beneath her skirt. Jumping from the car, she dragged both fighters out the seat, pulling them onto their feet. “We have to get out of the car park, the last missile hitting the safety gate and your crashing into the flimsy gate got SOMEBODY’S attention. We head for our rooms and play it off that we were never here to begin with, got it?!”
Pulling a shawl from her car, Leo wrapped it around her figure to hide a scratch along her arm. “Right…” Vlad nodded with a small scowl, following quickly after Genesis. Once up the stairs and into the main hall, Genesis quickly went her own way. Vlad started to do the same, Leo grabbing his arm and swinging him into the closest room before he could do so. She waited until the passing of hurried footsteps grew faint before speaking. “Long hair, I know Genesis won’t mention this whole fiasco to anybody else but I need a guarantee you won’t do the same…in other words, keep it secret.”
Vlad almost gained an expression of excitement, which mixed with a hint of malice. “What…? Do I have blackmail against you, is that it?”
“No…” drawled out Leo, playing with her necklace. “Because you’d be an accomplice,” She smiled toothily, head tilted to the side. “Don’t think I’d go down alone.”
“How would I be an accomplice? You did knock me in the head and threaten me with impending sunlight…” he stated flatly.
“Bah, you coulda jumped out, mighta hurt a bit, but you know,” Leo giggled at his expression, growing serious at another pair of footsteps. She arched a brow. “So do we have a deal or what?”
__________________ "Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
Gender: Male Location: North America, Canada, BC, Surrey
As Vlad was about to speak, the footsteps outside the closet stopped and two shadows began to move in, and as if sniffing the area like dogs they smelled the scent of fresh blood coming from inside the room.
Vlad could also smell the sweet fragrance of blood and it was coming from beside him. Just then he remembered Leo was covering something up when he had glanced at her arm while they were near the car.
Removing the shawl from Leo’s left arm, a deep scratch that had been getting worse and worse over time, was revealed. Frantically trying to think up a way to throw their scent off, Vlad grabbed Leo’s hand. With a mighty force, he dug her giant claws it into his own arm and then pulled the hand towards himself, revealing an enormous gash, spraying blood all over both their clothes.
After pushing Leo into the closet’s farthest and darkest corner, Vlad covered her with the shawl he had grabbed off of her earlier. He turned towards Leo, and with a serious but reassuring face, he said, “I’ll keep the secret for now… but you owe me” Then he signaled for her to act as still as a corpse.
After noticing her second nod, Vlad readied himself and then opened the closet door, almost running the two guards over.
Leo could barely make out the conversation, but she specifically heard Vlad make up a lie about some traitor in the Minuo clan who had roughed him up pretty badly. The guards, not buying into the story, believed that he had gotten into a brawl with one of the members and lost.
Peering out of the closet, Leo watched as the two guards escorted Vlad away from the closet and took him into the Ancient’s reception quarters, where he awaited punishment befitting that of a lowly dog.
[ooc: Hope that was good enough. After reading the 3 huge posts made by midnite, I understand that mine is nothing compared to that masterpiece. lol]
__________________ -RIP ~Sig courtesy of BakaXero~
Otilion smiled at Damien's information.
"Raziel himself turned up? Tomorrow you'll have to take guards with you, and damn what Spade said. In fact, the meeting will be in our turf. That's the only fair way to do it. Tell her, yes? You are dismissed, but get back to me when you've got the information."
As Damien turned to leave, a huge explosion boomed nearby. Otilion stood up, and the anger showed on his face,
"Find out who did that and bring them to me!" the Ancient roared at Damien, pointing in the direction of the door.
A couple of minutes later two guards entered with Damien and Vlad. Tossing the blood-soaked vampire onto his knees in front of Otilion's throne, they left, well aware of the rule about conversation with the ancients. Looking up, Vlad smiled wryly, an expression not reflected in Otilion's face. The Ancient spoke in a low voice, the words echoing through the hall,
"Vlad. What did you do? I need a full explanation now. And I need the truth, not some botched lie."
(I'm assuming Vlad was brought in to do with the explosion. But I don't know what lie he's gunna come up with )
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Spade walked out confused on how the other Ancient barley spoke to her, and why Raiziel got to make the most decisions around the mansion. She walked to her bedroom, and headed to her dresser to change. Servants waited by her bed.
"Leave me." she said to them, and without hesitation they left, closing the door behind them. She pulled out a blank tank top, and white sweatpants.
Seeing Damien brought back so many memories, but for some reason she trusted what he said. Then again, they had gone through so much sh*t, that he couldve been lying. She started to change, and then started combing the knots out of her long black silky hair.
She looked at the note that she had clipped to her vainity. Thinking over and over to herself. Why an alliance now?. There had to be more to this.
Pactrocolus didn’t show any signs of agreement or argument. “You must excuse me.” he says standing. “I think I’ve suddenly become ill.” True, it was partially a lie. Vampires were dead in a sense so they couldn’t get sick, unless it was sick to their stomach which Patrocolus was.
He decided to talk to Spade alone away from Raiziel or anyone underneath her(Spade). Walking down the long corridors, Patrocolus noticed that many servants moved out of the way. Normally he wouldn’t have taken note, but this time it was with much more haste than usual. He knew it was probably from his facial expression. Slightly pissed at Raiziel and Spade for their rash actions and partially at himself for not saying anything.
Once he reached the wing with Spade’s room, he slowed down his determined pace and walked more at leisure. He knew that this could be explosive, but if he did this right. Everything will go smooth. Without hesitance he knocked on Spade’s door.
Spade grabbed the note and tore it up, quickly shoving into her top. She walked to the door and opened it. Seeing it was Pactrocolus, she bowed quickly.
"Come in." she said without haste, and stepped back, walking to her deep red velvet chair and sitting. "What is it, sire?" she asked looking up at him.
Patrocolus shut the door and locked it. "I wanted to talk to you without any intruders or those who are quick to judge. Now I've been left out in the dark and only given little details as to what happened. I just recently found out about Drake. What I would like to do is hear your version beginning to end on what happened."
Spade smiled, and looked at Patrocolus. "Well, The soliders and I, went to attack the humans on the Minuo side. Raiziel, decided that if we slaugthered enough humans, that the Minuo Clan would have no choice but to come into our Territory to feed, and we would be ready to eliminate them." she started. "It started out fine, but the Minuo Clan caught up with us, and we didn't get to slaughter as many as we wouldve liked too." she told him, and then moved to the edge of her bed.
"Then, as you know, Drake was captured." she got up and started to pace. "I dont know why, but I guess it was to send us a message. Damien the Commander of the Minuo Clan wanted to meet with me. So, I did." she looked at Patrocolus, with a sincere look. "I only went by myself, because I thought it would be best sire. I was trained to do what is right. I ment no offense to you or Raiziel." she told him. "I was afraid that if you two came, then they would've killed you.." she looked down and shook her head. "I was only doing my job." she muttered
Patrocolus smiled warmly(is that possible for a vampire.) at Spade. He gently lifted her chin so that she looked him in the eye. "You have no reason to be. I would not have minded. What gets me, is that you didn't tell me. Why? You know that unlike Raiziel, I can be very passive. If I think nothing to bad could have come out of it I would let it be." His blue eyes twinkling. "I just think he's overprotective of you."
Raiziel walked out of the throne room. Maybe it was true. Maybe he was overprotective. Raiziel chuckeled. "A vampire being overprotective... Oh joy thats new" he muttered to himself. He then looked over at the nearest servent. "Some blood please..." said Raiziel and the servent went to get Raiziel a cup of blood.
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