Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20180211164324/@comment-24852191-20180218013119


 * Meanwhile, Acelin is approached by an individual. His hair is short, his skin is pale, his, a deep crimson. He kneels down and looks at Acelin. The individual couldn’t be that old. 20 years, max. He grins slightly, displaying perfectly white teeth.

Boy: When my vampires told me they were out marched by bullets, I thought they were had lost their minds in a blood rage.


 * He chuckles.

Boy: But, now I see I was correct in looking into it. You’re no human, but you’re not one of us, what are you?


 * Acelin sighs.

Acelin: A man on vacation. Just let me go and I’ll forget I saw any of this.


 * The boy punches him, hard. Acelin’s neck hurts from the force of the punch. He hangs his head to rest his strained neck. The boy stands up with widened eye.

Boy: That hit would have decapitated any one of my vampires.


 * Acelin spits some blood into the floor. The nearby, so called, vampires, stir at the site of the blood on the floor, but the boy tells them to hold. Acelin looks up at him.

Acelin: Then, I suppose I’m fortunate, for once, not to be human.

Boy: What are you?

Acelin: If you don’t let me go. I’ll be your worst nightmare.

Boy: Vampires are the worst nightmare.

Acelin: And who said you are vampires?


 * The boy scowls and kicks Acelin in the face, knocking him on his back and into a column of the abandoned warehouse floor. Acelin spits blood out as he cries in agony. The boy and two others approach him. They open their mouths and his. Acelin glares at them.

Acelin: If you really are vampires, then where are your fangs?


 * They hesitate at his question. However, Acelin staggers up, against the column. When he raises his head, his brown eyes glow crimson and when he opens his mouth, he bares a set of large incisor fangs. The three vampires stop with widen eyes.

Boy: The hell?


 * Acelin hisses at him.

Acelin: What a good idea. You’ve managed to (bleep) me off, so now I’m going to send you there.


 * Acelin rushes them in flash. He grabs the girl beside the boy and bites into her neck. She tries to stop him, but he rolls her left arm off, she screams in pain. He uses the arm as a bat and decapitates the other vampire with the boy, all the while, drinking the girl’s blood. When he’s through, he releases her from his mouth and she falls to the floor in a crystal form, shattering on impact. The boy, in a flash darts back to the others who all hiss at Acelin.

Boy: You can’t hope to take us all on you...you.......monster!

Acelin: Monster? Hm, no. I am the hunter who hunts the monsters.


 * Acelin licks his hand with a long vampiric tongue, cleaning the blood off of it. He swallows and sighs, his eyes returning to their natural brown hue. He looks at them with serious eyes as he approaches them.

Acelin: Surrender now and I will see to it that your punishment is not so severe.

Boy: And how do you plan to take us out if we don’t!

Acelin: Then, I will use my gun on you and you wouldn’t want that.

Boy: Gun? We have your gun, you (bleeptard)!


 * Acelin raises an eyebrow and notices his gun in the belt line of a rather beautiful woman next to the boy. He smiles slightly and stretches his hand out to the gun. It shoots out of her pants and into his hand. He aims the .45 caliber 1911 at the boy who is now surprised to be looking down the barrel of the very weapon he was gloating about.

Acelin: What was that you were saying?


 * The boy scowls, but before he can react, Acelin fires a shot at him. However, the boy dodges it. The others move in, but Acelin quickly fires into them until they all collapse. The fools may have taken his gun, but they didn’t take his ammunition. He removes the spent magazine and feeds a fresh one and releases the slide of the handgun. When he looks around, the boy is fine, but he can sense his thoughts. In the distance he can hear him clambering out the back door. Acelin keeps up only as this boy may lead him to more of these things calling themselves vampires. Soon, Acelin’s intuition payed off as he chases the boy to the edge of town, near the highway in the woods. The boy stops and meets with a red haired woman. Acelin watches from a quarter of a mile behind the boy.

Boy: Victoria, I don’t know what just happened.


 * She looks at him with a seemingly worriers look.

Victoria: Whatdo you mean what is it, Riley?


 * He stumbles on words as he paces back and forth.

Riley: This...this guy, he killed all the ones at the docks.


 * Victoria places a hand on him and calms him down.

Victoria: What do you mean? What guy?

Riley: Some guy that the others told me was causing problems for them as they fed last night. So, I had them bring him, thinking he’s some cop that go lucky.


 * He looks up at her.

Riley: But, he wasn’t a cop. He was something else entirely. He had fangs, and glowing red eyes. He made points about us not being vampires. I...I think he implied he was.

Victoria: That’s nonsense.

Riley: Victoria, trust me. He...He was unstoppable. Do you think there could be other vampires, different from us?

Victoria: I’ve heard stories and rumors, but never believed them.


 * She sighs,.

Victoria: This will put a dampener on our plans in Forks and the Cullens.


 * Acelin thinks to himself out loud. A bad habit he had.

Acelin: Forks? Cullens?


 * Almost instantly, Victoria turns and rushes the quarter mile to Acelin and slams him into a tree.

Victoria: What’s this? A sniveling human spying?


 * Then she sense it. The presence of Acelin’s darkness. He glares at her and grabs her arms and throws her. She lands in the middle of the highway, in front of a certain speeding 1965 Shelby Cobra. I hit the breaks and swerve to miss her, spinning out the car until we come to a stop just past her, the car facing the wrong way on the road. She hisses at us, I reach for my M6H on the floor board just as Drago’s speeding Mongoose slams into her knocking her across the road and into the divider. She gets up to lunge at me as I raise out of the car with my M6 when Acelin emerges from the trees, blasting away with the 1911. She ducks and speeds off so as not to be hit by his dangerous bullets. He stops in front of the Cobra and notices Zodia and myself.

Acelin: Mrs. Zodia? Admiral Strider?