Who: Blade and Spitfire NPCs: Vampires. What else? When: March 23rd, 2009. 1:37 a.m. (Backdated!) Where: London, England. A vampire night club. What: Having followed the trail of the vampires from the countryside to the heart of London, Blade continues to do what he does best while trying to determine who the greater force at large is. By coincidence, he runs into an 'old friend.' Rating: R
An hour ago, the club had swarmed with the undead. Techno music had reverberated off of each and every wall, while the bodies of vampires in various stages of undress had convulsed across the dance floor like marionettes beholden to a mad puppet master. Among them, of course, had been the usual victims. Young mortal men eager to get with the mysterious women of the night who offered pleasures beyond their wildest dreams. Young girls under the sway of preternaturally beautiful monsters.
On every continent, and in every nation, it was always the same, Blade had found.
Young people the world over just had a knack for getting into trouble.
Blade had announced his presence on the scene with a blast from his shotgun, the dance of the dead becoming a flight all around him, as those who recognized who he was made a break for the closest exit. For himself, Blade never had a problem shooting vampires in the back, as he did with many of them who ran. Others fought him. None survived for long.
At present, Blade stood before a line of three vampires, all male, all in various stages of abuse, pinned to the wall with stakes. He had started with five when he began his interrogation, and now only the trio remained.
"In case you suck heads haven't noticed, I'm not fucking around here", he said evenly, as he leveled his shotgun against the chest of his next potential victim. "Out in the country I saw a man torn to pieces at a convenience store. Not drained, but butchered. I want information on who was responsible, and I want it now."
"Fuck you, day walker!", shouted the vampire, hissing through his fangs. "You won't get shi-"
BOOM!
Blade lowered the smoking barrel of the shotgun, and moved to the next vampire in line as the last one smoldered on the ground at his feet.