OOC: Purely an informative post here, will continue my character later.

@Leora - You can feed off of animals, but the effects of human blood are greater than that of animal blood because of the closer genetic link that vampires have with humans. You will therefore have to feed on more animals. You cannot "turn" an animal either, so no wild ideas about an army of vampire rats...

    When you want to turn someone you can just say you are turning them, however if a little more detail is what you like, and I know it is what everyone who RP's likes, then in order to turn someone you do not completely drain the body of blood, you take about half of their blood. For the sake of argument and to simplify things where this is concerned as there is a lot of mythology about exchanging blood etc etc, the vampirism is transmitted through your fangs, but kind of like a snake injecting prey with venom, you can choose when to infect someone and when not to. If you drain a body fully then there is no blood for you to infect with vampirism and therefore they cannot be turned.

@Chupa - Sign up to photobucket.com which is where I host all my images, it's really simple to upload them to their website, then you can copy the bit in the box that says "Forum and Bulletin Boards" and paste it into your reply where you want it. If you've done it right it should show up. If you have any trouble with it just PM me and I'll talk you through it in more detail.

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Mortalitis_Infinitas:

You have gained enough renown to purchase the "Creative Director of European studios at Microsoft Games Studios" title.

OOC: I was half hoping animals were going to be out of bounds. Makes it a bit easier to survive. I like how it doesn't have as much of an effect though.
Also, yay for Munchie posting...this was going to be a double post otherwise...and it's quite long, whoops.

Vincent spun round in the office chair he had brought down with him and glanced around the basement that would be their home for however long. The previous owners had been paranoid of war and had spent a fortune building this ‘bomb shelter’ under their house. It was rather spacious and from what Bill Plant, the estate agent, had told him fully kitted out for any kind of emergency.
Part of it must go under the garden, he thought.
There we a ventilation system that they could possibly use as an escape, but he didn’t know where it led to on the surface.
Niah looked beautiful. The disease they both suffered from had transformed her dramatically, but he had to admit, it wasn’t wholly a bad thing on the eyes. Her hair was silky and dark, her skin pale and smooth. She seemed to move with godlike dexterity and grace. She was simply tidying up the place, setting up their new home, yet her every movement was performed with precision and elegance. Perhaps this disease wasn’t so bad after all.
He brushed the thought aside and got to work at the task at hand. He had to make things look like they were no longer living her and were in fact on their way to Iceland. Not a simple task.
He began the painstakingly tedious task of changing all their online details. E-mail accounts, Facebook, bank accounts, paypal and everything else he could think of were altered to reflect his intentions. He removed home phone numbers from everything and told Niah not to turn the electricity on nor use the phone. It had to look like they were no longer living here.
He even went to the length of creating a rather long thread in a forum for creative arts he was a part of. He asked about job opportunities for actors in Iceland specifically.
A few days ago he had set up a bank account in Iceland, which he transferred some money to immediately. He then proceeded to send e-mails to Niah’s work colleagues, pretending to be her and sent e-mails to all family and friends about the move.

The basement had an internet range booster installed. This allowed Vincent to connect to the internet using a neighbours unsecured wireless network. They had the router on 24/7 so internet access should never be a problem and they wouldn’t be able to trace their IP to his house. After he had finished changing everything he deleted all the internet history, even to the point of going into the registry editor and removing any remaining temp files manually.
He didn’t think the police would be so interested in them now that Niah had been reported found, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
He sat back in the chair; contemplating what other angles he could cover to hide their existence here. What he considered an absolute stroke of brilliance suddenly struck him. He created a new Skype account and typed in the number of an old friend, Daniel Spader.

Vincent heard Daniels voice.
“I’m sorry, I’m not in right now, but if you’d like leave a message please do so after the beep.”
“Danny, it’s me. Vincent, I have a…”
”Vinny! God it’s been a while,” Daniel exclaimed suddenly.
“You’re there! I thought you were an answering machine.”
“Only for the cops, mate. What can I do for you?”

Daniel Spader was a pilot who worked for a small airfreight company based in the UK. However, Vincent knew full well what Daniels game was, the man ran a double life. To most people he was a professional pilot working for a struggling yet friendly airfreight company, whilst to a select few he was a smuggler. He had never told Vincent what exactly he smuggled and how he did it, but he didn’t really want to know anyway. He was also, apparently brilliant at forgery.

“I need a bit of a favour, Daniel.” Vincent said, holding the computer microphone close to his mouth, “I’ve gotten into a spot of…trouble.
“Say no more, I don’t want to hear about it. How can I help you?”
Vincent grinned. Daniel was brilliant, straight to the point and always ready to help a fellow criminal, so long as it posed no risk to his own freedom of course.
“I need to be in Iceland. However, I can’t leave London right now, if you know what I mean.”
“It will cost you,” Daniel said, taking a deep breath, “Need to cover the costs for a wasted trip, you know?”
“Yes, I shall transfer the money over to you right now. I’ll tell you what, I’ll even throw in a bit extra.”
“Alright, alright. What else do you want from me?” Daniel laughed.
“If the cops call, you have to tell them you took us to Reykjavik. A few forged documents with our names as your passengers wouldn’t go a miss too.”
“Consider it done, mate.” Daniel said, “Hope everything works out for you…Holy crap that’s a lot of money”
Vincent smiled and shook his head.
“That’s how much we need this kept a secret Danny,” Vincent said, checking his watch. He’d been on Skype for too long. “I really appreciate this, you’re a star. I have to go now, bye. You probably wont hear from me again for a while.”
“Understood, take care, mate.”

Vincent got up and stretched. He looked over at Niah who appeared to have already set up all her lab equipment. She was wearing a white coat and was stood hunched over, he folded arms resting on the table in front of her.

Everything had been taken care of. The only way they could be discovered now is if somebody became excessively obsessed with the two of them. For all intents and purposes however they were now living in Iceland. Or at least, would be tomorrow when Daniel ‘flies’ them there.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Klanis Walked out of the building where the Council Chamber enterance was, about a kilometer from the actual chamber.

It was about 7 PM, and the sun had just set. He walked a few blocks, browsing some stores along the way. He came to an alleyway with a few teenage druggies in it.

"Yo, man, why you dressed like that? You from some costume party?" the three of them laughed.

"Costume party? well in a sense, yes. Are you three high right now?" Klanis was walking towards them slowly, grinning. "Oh come now, you don't really expect me to belive you don't have some drugs in your systems, do you? I'm not going to call the police, what you do with your own body is your own decision; in fact, I'll tell you what, I have some stuff with me right now, want some?"

Upon inspecting Klanis's material, "Dude, thats premium ***. Hell yeah we want some, how much?" Klanis just held out his hand, and let them know it was free. "What's the catch? no one offers that kind of stuff for nothing."

Klanis replied "I am doing a social experiment, it is free for you, all you have to do is let me watch the effects for a while." upon this, they accepted, and took the drugs.

Klanis waited until dark, the three kids were still stoned out of their minds, and only 1 was still conscious, barely. "Duude, this is amazing, you're awesome dude."

"Thank you, but I have just 1 favor to ask of you". "Yeah? whats that?"... "Let me sit next to you."... "Dude, you gay?"..."No, Nothing like that, not like that at all."..."Ok, whatever you want dude, this *** is tight."

Klanis sat next to him, waited a few minutes and then turned to face him. "You're going to feel a slight pain in a second, don't worry though." Klanis then Grabbed the kid by the vocal cords so he couldn't scream, and then sunk his fangs into his neck. After sucking the first one dry, he turned his attention to the other two; one was beginning to regain consciousness, but the other was still out like a light. Klanis quickly sucked the other two dry, stood up, and walked out of the alley, licking his fingers.

He made his way to a nearby hotel, and checked in, paying in cash.

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One should not speak unless it improves upon the silence.

Name: Jacob

Gender: Male

Class: Elder

Jacob woke up on cold ground. It was 1842, and he had been knocked unconscious by carriage. It didn't stop, simply left him there. He was lucky to survive. Rain poured from the sky, and as he climbed to his feet he looked down and saw blood dripping from his leg. He rolled the leg of his trousers up, and saw three clean, smooth slices down it. It couldn't have been from the collision, or when he hit the ground. It was clearly made by some kind of animal. Gasping for breath, gulping down sighs of pain, he limped towards anywherehe could think of to recover, in no real direction whatsoever. But he was too weak. There was no way his leg could take his weight, and he ended up clumped against a wall. But, as if from nowhere, a man appeared out of the shadows. He looked old, and had an unnatural glint in his eye. Moments later a dog stepped out into the moonlight and joined him. It was a hideous creature, looking barely alive.
"Get him." The man wheezed, and suddenly the dog flew at him. He tried to protect himself, cover his face with his arm, but the beast was much too powerful, grabbing his neck and throwing him across the floor. The elderly man, who seemed barely more mobile than Jacob, slowly made his way towards his bleeding body. He stooped down, and dipped his finger in the blood. He liced it, and seemed to be in deep thought for a moment. The dog seemed to have somehow become tame, and was drinking the blood like a saucer of milk.

"He'll do." The animal's owner said, and bent down, his jaw clasping tightly around Jacob's neck. Within moments, Jacob lost conciousness once more.

 

Nearly two centuries later, Jacob awoke near his crypt, a few miles south east after a night of trying to find food. The year 2030 (I assume this is the game date, please tell me if I'm wrong), and Jacob had been adapting to his life as a vampire. It was a surprisingly easy change, but the war ruined that. Now the sunlight was not his only worry. His pet Varan needed to be on constant alert as he slept, since he was in no way capable of protecting himself in the event of a surprise attack. He had been spending the time training Varan, and keeping himself fed. He had little contact with the council throughout the time also. But things had to change - vampire hunters were becoming more dangerous and numbersome, and it wasn't rare to see a paranoid civilan carrying round some sort of weapon, hearing of the vampire attacks in the area.
Crypt Location: NW5

Pet: Hell Hound (Varan)

Name: Thomas

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

As a child, Thomas had always been fascinated by the strories of vampires sucking peoples blood and turning normal people into Vampires. When news of the war came around, Thomas extremelly curious about the vampires, and wanted to learn more about them. However, fearing the worst would happen to Thomas if he let his curiosity get the better of him, his Parents forbade him to go looking.

It was Thomas' 20th birthday, he was having a night out in the pubs with his friends. However at about 2am, Thomas set out for home, without his friends as they wanted to stay and get even more drunk. He was only about halfway along the route back to his newly-bought house, when a figure jumped him as he took a short-cut through an alleyway. The dark figure came seemingly out of nowhere, catching Thomas off-guard and dragging him to the ground. Thomas attempted to fight back- taking a swing at the figure, he attempted to get up and run for it. The figure caught his leg and Thomas was getting up and sent him plummetting to the ground. Thomas felt a sharp pain in his neck as his vision blancked out.

Thomas awoke the following morning, images of the night before flashed in front of his eyes as he began to climb to his feet. His hand suddenly reached to his neck, and felt two small puncture wounds. Thomas new what that meant, but felt his teeth to make sure. The transformation was already beginning as he felt his canines already becomming elongated. Thomas ran back to his home, locked the door behind him and sat in his new living-room coming to terms with what he was becomming. Sure vampires had always fascinated him, but he had never thought that he would actually become one!

Thomas thought about his life before he was attacked, he had kind parents, friends, a successful job.. now they were all gone, or, atleast as as gone.

 

Crypt: EC1

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Trekkie

Heres a Christmas movie for yous to all enjoy!

Visit my city! please?

OOC: Best bet is I change it a couple times, because when I picked up a pencil the other day and drew this, I have since re-kindled my love-afair with drawing. I may give a link, but since then I have also drawn Rei Ayani from NGE, and have just body models/figure drawing, and clothing folds down-pat. So who knows, maybe even sketches of my whole cast?

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Klanis awoke to a woman screaming in the next room. After getting dressed, he went over to see what was going on. From the few clear words that he made out, it seemed to him that her date was trying to rape her. Klanis knocked on the door, the man yelled at her and then all was silent. A few moments later a man in a bathrobe answered the door.
"What the hell do you want, akhmed?"
"Sir, please be quiet, some of us are trying to sleep here."
'Yeah? well, i don't give a damn, me and my woman were in the middle of something."
"Ok, but can you please be quiet about it, it is your business until you are so loud it becomes my business, now please be quiet."
"Oh yeah? Make me! I dare you, Make me!" With that Klanis pushed open the door, grabbed the man by the neck and began to strangle him.
"Madame, was this man forcing himself upon you?" She nodded. "is this man your husband?" she shook her head. "Very well madame, He and I are going to go have a little chat, I suggest you put on your clothes and leave while we are gone." She nodded in approval, and a look of relief spread across her face.

Klanis took the choking man down off the wall, grabbed him by the back of the neck, closed the door, and led him to the stairway. "If you even try to scream, I will break your neck before you can make a noise." Klanis took him down the stairs, and walked out the back way into a dark alley where he threw the man aginst the opposite wall.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to respect women? didn't they!"
The man just began to rub his neck, and then stood up. "Old man, if you want to fight, I will bring you down, you only got the best of me because I was off my guard."
Klanis cocked his head back and began to chuckle in amusement. "Well, I suppose it's been a few years since a regular person challanged me to a fight. Take your best shot... no really, hit me as hard as you possibly can, it will make it a bit more fair." The man swung a punch at him, hitting him right in the groin. "Oh come now, that was a low blow.... My turn." Klanis dropped into a crouch, swong his leg out smashing the man in his side. Then he jumped behind the man, turned around and kicked him in the lower back. The man flew upwards; Klanis then took his fist and slammed it into his back where he heard the man's spinal cord shatter in about half a dozen places. As the man fell to the ground, klanis did a handspring and with both legs kicked him in the lower back, sending him flying face first into the wall behind him.
Klanis got back to his feet, and turned to look at the man, still conscious, sputtering up some blood. Klanis crouched down beside the man, smiling. "Now, now you know the meaning of bringing someone down... too bad it will be the last thing you ever learn." Klanis took a finger and wiped some of the blood spurting out of the man's mouth, and then put the blood covered finger in his mouth, humming with satisfaction.
The Man's eyes became wide, as he now realised that the man he had just fought was a vampire. he made an attempt to scream, but all that came out was more blood and a few muffled noises that no one could hear. "Now now, no one is going to save you... I hope you understand that you are going to die now. thats what you get for fighting someone like me. fight by the way, i worked up a bit of an apetite from it."
Klanis sank his fangs into the man's neck and sucked all that he could, unfortunately the fight left the man bleeding severely so he couldn't get all of the blood. When he was finished, he stood up, and began walking down to the street. "Geez, 4 in 1 day, Now i feel like a pig."

He walked around for a few more hours until he saw sunrise coming. He noticed two vampires darting back into the shadows, going back to their crypts before the sun killed them. Klanis had often wondered how horrible it must have felt knowing that you would never be able to see the sun again, knowing that you had to flee for your life every morning. Daywalking was one of Klanis's gifts, one that only 2 other vampires in all of London, and only about 500 in all the world knew.


Klanis for the first time since he had been in London, felt that for someone so old as himself, so knowledgable, so important in the history of the world should move out of his little flat in Kensington, and move to someplace a bit more grand, a place that would how his influnce and power in the world. He walked a bit more and found himself staring at Buckingham Palace. He walks a little bit more as the sun begins to peak over the buildings. People are becoming a more common sight,  and suddenly he realises he has a little blood on his clothes from the fight. he spots an open clothing store nearby and changes into to more modern clothing. He thinks of throwing the clothes away, but decides against it.
He goes back to looking for a new home with a crypt that he can expand on. He spots a house in Westminster, quite a nice one at that. He knocks on the door, and a maid opens it. "Yes sir?"
"Yes, are the owners of this house in?"
"Yes sir, may I ask, what business do you have with them? and may I ask what is your name?"
"My name is Kahlid Zarif al Rashid I have a fair bit of business for them, please may I come in, it's rather chilly outside."
"One moment, let me ask them." She closes the door and comes back a few moments later. "Sir, I am afraid you will have to wait outside for a few minutes sir, they do not wont you inside at the moment."
"That is fine, I will wait." and he waited... and waited... and waited for 2 and a half hours he waited before knocking on the door again. "ma'am, I have been waiting for a long time, may I speak to the owner of this house"
"Sir, I am afraid that they do not wish to see you, and they tell me to tell you to go away or the police will be informed."
"Excuse me? this is ridiculus... I'll tell you what, I will give you £1000 if you just let me inside, and £5000 if I get to conduct my business with them." He pulls £1000 out of his pocket and her eyes grow wide. She lets him in the door and guides him to the first floor lounge, then goes off to get the owners.

The owner comes downstairs and see's Klanis waiting there, just sitting quietly with his glasses reflecting the morning sun and a medium sized bag by his side.
"You!, didn't I tell you to leave! Maria!" The maid comes running over with her head hung low. Klanis just tilts his head a little. "Get out of my house, right now you stinking muslim! Get out! Now!"
Klanis raises an eyebrow and stands up. "Fine, I guess you don't want £30 million, my mistake." and he heads towards the door
"Yeah, your mistake!" the man screams as Klanis exits the building. He makes his way about 100 feet before the man rushes out the door and shouts "Wait!, how much did you say?"
Klanis stops walking and a grin appears on his face. He turns around and shouts "30 million, I guess you dont want it, I will find somebody else that does."
"Wait, come back, lets talk." Klanis walks back to the house, back inside, and sits again right in the chair where he was waiting.
"So, what changed me from being a stinkin muslim to being worthy to be in your house?"
"You gave my maid £1000 just to get in the door, and I do speak the language of money, and that there says you want something. So, what is it?"
"This house, and everything in it, I want you to get dressed, take your pictures of your family and leave."
"Ha! you are insane, and what makes you think that I am going to do that?"
"You let me back in"
"Haha, yes, but I wont sell for that price."
"Fine, 40 million."
"80"
"50"
"60"
"Done, here is an account with £60 million in it, the passcode is U2YG3F"
"Bull- i don't believe you."
"Check for yourself" he does, and it is confirmed
"Oh my god, I'm rich!"
"yes you are, now get out of MY house. Maria, you work for me now"
"Let me get my things while the banks process this."
"Ok, would you like one of these special celebratory mints?"
"uhm, ok"
"They're an ancient Indian secret flavor, these are some of the last of their kind in the world." They both eat a mint in celebration.
"mmm, this is , Maria try this, may I have another?"
"Sure" Maria comes and tries one, and the owner takes another and runs upstairs. He comes back down with a backpack, see's that the bank has proccessed it and he is now much richer.
"Oh wow, I have money! I have a lot of Money!"
"Yes you do, now get out."
"Oh thank you, thank you" and the man walks out the door.
"Racist idiot... hehe he forgot to even get his account card. It won't matter, he wont be coming back."
"What do you mean?" asked maria
"its the mints, he was greedy, he won't come back. 1 is for you, but 2 will give you a massive heart attack. He'll be dead in about 5 minutes, and I'll get all my money back, and its all perfectly legal."
"Oh my God! You poisoned him, you ***!"
"No I didn't, he poisoned himself, I asked if he wanted one, he took two, its all on him, I am blameless. Now, you are my employee aren't you. Show me around my new house."
After a short pause, Maria finishes hating Klanis, and shows him around.

Crypt in SW1

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One should not speak unless it improves upon the silence.

Van had been enjoying a round of the waiting game for the last 12 hours. Sealed inside the old building, he had sat there, the old Mac on his lap, whilst Alex had taken the liberty of sealing several windows. For the past 12 hours of internet time, Van had been regulary checking newsrepots and attempting to delve deeper into the only knowledge sources of vampires.

If everything he had read so far was correct, the kids, or now, his motley crew of fighters, had roughly 12 hours to fake their deaths, until the transformation completed, and they would die in either case of not faking, and being caught by Van, or not faking, and being known as a vampire. Thankfuly, Reese was mostly unkown to anyone, so he was off gathering any possesions, and Max was as as her word. News reports indicated a young woman, approximately 20, caucasion white, brown eyes and hair, as having been drowned in suicide just a couple blocks away in the river.

Now moving through more records on vapires, Van was begining to ponder what he was finding, and even more so if he could attempt any such feets. He had excellent nocturnal and 'infared' vision, albiet it be primarily the ability to see blood sources. Next on the list was 'enhanced strength, speed, agility', etc. Well, that was confirmed fact. Claws. Off the wall, but it has been stated that 'some vampires had claws or talons in place of nails, and other vampires could grow them and retract them at will'....

A news flash lit the bottom window on the screen,and a video feed came through attached to an email... "Confirming reports of a young man, also aged 20 to 25 had been shot in a drive by, and his corpse removed by the attackers. Breif descriptions say the man was of average hight, blonde, with brown eyes...." Van had only given a contact email to the crew, and the description was fairly accurate of Kyle. This left one person. Jack was left, and he had not much time left. just over 10 hours now.

Alex walked casualy back into the sermon room, moved over to the bench Van sat on, and put herself on the floor, lying up against his left leg, and pulled his hand down, pressing it against her face.

   "I thought you were dead, this whole time. Why didn't you bother calling me? Or even explaining to the police or anything? Have you been a vampire the whole time?"

   "I told no-one because I was dead. And still am..." Alex spared him the quizical look on her face, and closed her eyes.

The doors down the other end of the room opened and Reese led Max and Kyle in. They all had some gear to sleep with, a little food, and some extra clothes. Van returned his attention to the article, as they took up lodge in the area near the altar. Van continued to read 'Vampires are incredibly weak to fire, and UV radiation, to the extent that it causes disintregation with enough exposure, but heal incredibly quickly, due to an enhanced rate at which their cells divide.There reaction time is approximately two to three times the speed of a human...' and it went on.

Dismissing most of what he had just read, Van eventualy unplugged the laptop's charger, turned the computer off, and made his final choice. He was leaving his old crypt, and going to make use of this building. It seemed a better candidate, as many signs and sybols labelled this store room they were in as once being of military purpose. He had a new home and a new 'family'. It was almost time now too....

OOc: I finaly figured out why everthing seemed a little of course, I misread tower hamlets as E4, but it should have been E14, sorry bout that.hehe. So, the airport is newham, only it's actualy in the border area of E14 and 16, so I think I finaly understand the size of Greater London. That'll make it much easier. So that makes the crypt E14.

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OOC: IWY - You're borderline godmodding. You have a way too high opinion of your own abilities. Daywalking? Only the ancients could do that, have you found a relic to help with that? It can't be a natural vampire abilitiy, Munchie states in the rules that sunlight kills. What about character flaws? I don't see any. I don't usually post to comment on peoples RP ablities like this, but seriously...

Munchie, can I give my vampire abilities to control animals and conjour fire? And somehow gain all the knowledge of the ancients? Or maybe I'll make my character immune to burning and beheading...

*sighs*

Ah well, carry on...just don't bring that character near me A bit more on Vincent...Leora is feeling a bit braindead to carry things on.


Vincent stood beside Niah and drew her close to his side. He looked down absentmindedly at the notebooks that Niah was staring at intently. He didn't have the faintest idea what any of her scrawlings meant.
He kissed her.
Suddenly a strange feeling of dizziness overcame him, he stepped backwards drunkenly a few paces and covered his eyes with his hands. Niah didn't notice, she seemed intent on her work and he did not want to startle or worry her, she had enough on her plate as it is.
"Babe, I gotta go back to the first floor, I forgot something" He said, trying to ignore the fact that the room was spinning.
Niah muttered a response and with that Vincent unlocked the steel door and dragged himself upstairs.
Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen down there. Hopefully a bit of fresh air would help clear his head a bit.
Once he reached the top though, the diziness got even worse. Then a headache, excrutiatingly painful, gripped his mind forcing him to stumble and fall onto the wooden floorboards.  He screamed out in pain. A high pitched shrill scream that echoed through the entire house.
Images flashed in his mind.
Fire. Killing. A dark figure with a long slender sword. Blackness...
The blackness was never ending. A void. Screaming  heard in the distance, then laughter. Laughter? It wasn't jovial, it was sinister. Brilliant whiteness.
Vincent felt himself stand up, but he had not willed himself to do so. He felt himself walking towards the front door, but he had no control over his actions.
Suddenly a map of London flooded into his head and directions from his house to...where was that? Camden? His hand extended towards the door and gripped the door handle, he physically trembled and let out another blood curdling scream.
He had to go to Camden. Go to Camden.
Go to Camden.
A dark voice echoed the instructions in his mind and he felt incapable of disobeying.
"What...is happening..." he managed to say out loud. Then, he felt an icy chill go through his shoulders right down to his toes. The world focused into view again and the voices faded away.
He winced in pain, then spun around to see Niah standing there.
She was shaking. Her hand, that had rested on Vincents shoulder, dropped to her side.
"Vincent?" She said, softly.
"I'm here," He said embracing her.
"What happened?"
"I..." he dropped his head and tried to recall the events that just happened...his mind was blank, "I don't know." He paused and then shook his head, conciously making sure he was breathing properly.
"Let's go back down, Vincent" Niah said, holding Vincent by the hand, "You're not leaving me again."

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Debussy reached for his phone and dialled the number, struggling, for he had never come to grips the the bew technology. It started ringing.

"Oui"
" to hear you again Jaques"
"Debussy! After all this time, I had thought you had forgotten me."
"No never, how could I forget you after all we had been through?"
"Very well, very well"
"Jaques."
"Oui?"
"I need a favour, tell me if I am mad." Debussy told Jaques about his research into the Tarot cards. How he had heard that they were in France. How he had heard of the strange storms and had put 2 and 2 together.
"Debussy, my friend, how do the English say. . .do have put 2 and 2 together and made 5." Debussy slumped in disappointment, years of research, wasted. But he could almost hear Jaques smiling down the receiver.
"But sometimes, Debussy, just sometimes, 2 and 2 do make 5."
"Speak quickly Jaques."
"Patience, Debussy, Patience. There is a valley in the South of France. The area you are looking for is called the etang du Diablo"
"The cards are there?"
"If the cards are in France, that is where they shall be."
"Thank you Jaques"
"Are you coming back home?"
"I am. Can you meet me in Carcassone?"
"Oui. When?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Very ."
"Tomorrow then." Debussy hang up breathing rapidly. This was his break. But he didn't really know what the cards would do. Power was all he cared for and he knew they would give him that."

Then Debussy realised; he had missed the Eldar meeting. He was too absorbed in his work. Not that it mattered much, he had no time for many of the eldars. He considered them stuffy and old and many of them had too great a love for humans. Although he wasn't ready to separate himself from them and hadn't moved to Manchester when many of his colleagues had. He was now shunned by most of the Eldar council, whom he knew, felt little respect for him and thought he was too young- an upstart. He would show them. Soon he would dominate the council. But he needed the cards.

The hunger and returned and he never needed prompting much to feed. He wandered into the neighboring borough- SW1, in order not to bring police to his streets. It was a dark night, cloudy and with a strong wind. He spotted his victim. A woman walking home from a party. Unsteady on the clicking heels. He darted into the shadows, almost invisible. He was close. 10 meters, 5, 3, 1.. .Debussy sprang and sank his teeth into her neck, ripping at the voice box so she couldn't scream. His eyes darted up and down the road, deserted. He drank long. Relishing in his first for blood. Satisfied, he dragged her body over to the nearest car and ripped open the boot before dropping the limp body inside.

Debussy returned to his house.

Just to add to Del's comments. I am not sure if the Eldar are so physically strong, or so Munchkinman says- especially one as old as Klanis!

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

OOC: Yeah, IWY you don't seem to have actually read the rules, I let the daywalking thing slide, mainly because it fitted with the idea of evolving vamparism that I was thinking about. However just because your character has been around for 3000 years doesn't mean it is a demi-god to the vampires, if anything you more human than other vampires, and you are therefore not very strtong, a strong punch would have floored you for instance, because whilst you have the ability to walk in the day, you lack the other evolved vampire attributes such as super strength, increased agility, heightened senses etc etc. If you don't reign him in and make him so that he is balance then V-Branch will be sending a large hit squad over to deal with this Vampire demi-god that has just appeared in London and is likely to make them very very nervous.
    Also, you just happen to have a spare £60million kicking around in a bank account? ... ... Seriously, stop godmodding.

@Del - Your character can do anything, if you explain it properly and how you got it ... of course mind control of animals and counjouring fire is more Gypsy magic and that takes years, so feel free to go on a quest to aquire it, but your character will be tied up for the next 4000 pages of the RP In all seriousness though, if you can come up with a relic that is balanced, then you can go quest for it. Like this ring of mine, I haven't explained the draw backs to the ring because I haven't put it on yet, however there are some. More to be explained.

Vincent + Niah

Skinner yawned, it had been a long shift, they had been out all night patroling the streets and questioning possible witnesses. They had found nothing, and to top things off their latest missing person just turned out to have been staying at a friends house. The inspector wasn't going to like this at all. Skinner picked up the car radio "Hi, yeah, can you arrange for Neil and Spence to do a house call on Vincent and Niah for me, just a check up to make sure that she is ok... Yeah this afternoon is fine. Ok, I'm heading back to the station now. Bye" He replaced the radio and glanced at the clock, 5:42am. The sun would be coming up in a few hours. He put the car in gear and set off back to the station.

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Van

The plane had been surrounded by police cars with their lights flashing, a small crowd had gathered at the terminal window to watch what was going on. A policeman walked out of the plane and started walking down the steps, a man in a black suit approached him as he got to the bottom of the plane. "Who the hell are you?" questioned the policeman. "Agent Brown, Special Branch." said Brown producing some ID. The policeman nodded, "are you taking over the investigation then?" Brown shook his head, "I'm just here to investigate a possible link between this and a threat to homeland security." the policeman nodded. "the names Dave, I'll take you up to the cockpit now if you want?" Brown nodded.
    Brown looked around the cockpit, it was small and cramped like most of these small planes. The body was slumped in the pilots seat, it's wrists had been cut. Brown leant down to get a closer look. He then picked up his mobile and pressed 5.
    "Hi, it's Brown here, patch me through." there was the sound of greensleves coming from the mobile and Brown grimaced, he hated the song. The music ended and a voice cut in.
    "Hi Brown, found something?"
    "Yeah I think so, get a clean up crew here."
    He hung up the mobile, and turned to the policeman, "I'm going to have to ask you not to let anyone else in here for the time being, and anyone that has been in here needs to be debriefed by our forensics team." The policeman nodded.
    "What's wrong?" he asked.
    "I'm not at liberty to discuss that." Brown hated doing this, it seemed like it would be so much simpler if they could just tell people what was going on, but that was the V-Branch rules.

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Klanis

The silhouette of a woman could just be made out, kneeling on the corner of the roof of the building. The rain lashed down making her hard to make out, her hand reached into her pocket and produced a mobile phone. She answered it. The sound of the rain smothering the conversation. She replaced the mobile phone in her pocket and went back to her vigil. After a minute or two she leapt off of the roof, landing on the street two floors below she rolled and started sprinting down an alley that was opposite. In front of her a figure was walking down the alley, it turned, spotted her and stopped. Craning it's neck back it cackled to the world. The cackle was cut off mid way through, the head fell to the floor and the figure appeared to disolve. The woman reached where the body had been, knelt down and picked up a small metal disc with a razor sharp edge to it. She replaced it in her backpack and pulled her phone out again.
    "Agent Y here, target dusted. Heading back to HQ." There was a pause. "Do we have any information on this target?" There was another pause before she hung up the phone and put it back in here pocket. Reaching into her backpack she pulled out a micro-pc. She pressed the screen and started to speak into the micro-pc. "Target name, Klanis. Records of him from pre-roman. Current location SW1, tracked by Agent N. Extremely powerful, 8 Agents being sent to deal with. Meet with Agent N at 13:00, location abandoned football ground.

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Anthony

Frank had been walking around the chalk outline for about an hour, he was soaked to the skin from the rain. It didn't make any sense, the man had been bitten in the throat and his car had been stolen. Frank had a sudden thought, walking over to the squad car he picked up the radio and spoke into it "Hi, can you call around all the Mental Asylums for me, I want to know if anyone has escaped recently." and he replaced the radio in the car. Turning to the other men, who were huddled under a tree waiting for Frank to make a decision and hiding from the rain, "Ok men, we're going back to the station to wait for the results of the Autopsy, get statements from the remaining houses and then meet me back there by 09:00am. With that he strode off to his squad car and hopped in. There was a squelch. He couldn't wait to change his clothes. He shivered.

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Faith

Hank was sat at his desk looking out over Waterloo station, he liked this place because he could just watch the world go by. His lips kept mouthing one word over and over again as he stared out of the window "Faith".
    There was a knock at his door. Hi train of thought was broken and he turned to the door "come in." he called. The door opened and in walked his secretary, she looked flustered and was holding a piece of paper. "what is it Mary?" She said nothing but just handed him the piece of paper. Hank scanned the sheet and then looked up "Thank you Mary, that is all."
    After she had left Hank picked up the phone, he pressed two button simultaneously, there was a clicking noise and a dial tone. He then dialed in 3982 and waited. A voice muffled voice answered the phone.
    "...ello?"
    "It's Hank. I need information."
    ".. yde P..k, ..ight ..sual sp.."
    "Thanks"
    Hank replaced the reciever, he wished his contact would get a better line, but he was so paranoid that he had signla jammers and encryption tools that stopped people being able to record his phone calls. Glancing back at the paper he sighed. It had finally begun, they were gathering, being called to London. 42 had flown in in the last week. Many more could have come by other more discrete means. He had to find out why they were coming before he could mobolize the Agents.

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OOC: Seriously now, does anyone want to help me out with the NPC people ... it's going to get out of hand eventually ... Just PM me and we'll go through what needs doing.

The door had been kicked in and the place had been looted, she spotted a tattered sleeping bag, her sofa was covered in stains and mould. There were syringes and broken pipes all over the floor. She sighed, "savages".
    A movement caught her eye, amongst the amassed debris in the corner of the room something stirred. A pair of eyes focused on her, Sasha growlled gently. The figure sprung up and ran at her, a glass bottle in its hand. The bottle came down across Faiths head, she winced. Sasha lept up and grabbed the persons leg as they headed for the door. The scream told her it was a woman.
    "If you keep screaming Sasha here will only bite harder."
    The screaming stopped. It was replaced by a whimper.
    "Please lady, don't hurt me."
    "I'm not going to hurt you. But I do have a few questions for you."
    "o.. o... ok"
    "Now then, why are you here?"
    "I've got no where else to go."
    "What about family, friends?"
    "Don't have any, my friends stay here with me."
    "Excellent."
    The girl turned and faced Faith for the first time. She was physically shaking with fear.
    "Now, I have a proposition for you."
    "w..w..what ..i...is. i...it?"
    "I am in need of, well ..." faith tried to think of the best word for it, ahha. "A helper."
    "A helper?"
    "yes. do you want to be my helper? You can stay here if you do."
    "o.. ok." The girl smiled.
    "Sasha drop." Sashas mouth released her leg gently.
    "So what's your name girl?"
    "Lilly"
    "Well Lilly, come over here so I can see my new helper properly." Lilly stood up, looked down at her leg, there was a small trickle of blood running down her shoe. She winced as she put pressure on her leg. She limped over to Faith. "Now then, if you are to be my helper, I need you to agree to something."
    "Ok what is it?" Lilly seemed to have overcome her fear now that Sasha wasn't holding her leg.
    "I need you to agree to be like me."
    "Ok, anything you want." she paused. "um, what do you mean be like you?"
    Faith smiled a thin smile, "well let me put it to you this way, how would you like to live forever?"
    Lilly laughed. "Live forever?"
    "yes."
    "Are you serious?"
    "Yes"
    Lilly looked nervous. "Are you a ... You're a ..."
    "Yes."
    "I don't want to be a ..."
    "Did I forget to mention that if you don't want to become my helper that you wont be leaving this apratment ever again?"
    Lilly started to tremble again, she looked around hurridly, Sasha was standing in the door, fangs bared, snarling at her.
    "Now, will you become my helper." Lilly flinched as Faith reached her hand out and stroked her face gently. "It's ok child, it doesn't hurt a bit."
    "Really?"
    "Not for long anyway."
    "O... o... " Lilly paused, her throat had closed up through fear, she took a deep breath. "ok, I'll .. I'll ... be your h,..helper."
    "." Faith stroked her hand down Lillies face, she pushed her hair away from her neck, she pulled Lilly towards her. A whimper went up from Lilly as Faith sank her fangs into her neck, a trickle of blood ran down her neck over her shoulder and onto her chest. Bright red against her skin, dulled by grime. Faith gripped her hard to her, stopping her struggles. Lilly started to go pale from blood loss, she let out a groan as Faith released her, she slumped onto the sofa.
    "I ... I feel... strange... " her voice was weak, soft, strained. Her eyes barely staying open. Faith watched as she passed out. She looked at her watch, 8:57am, sun would come up soon, she was stuck in the appartment till sun set at 7:45this evening. Vampires knew the sun like a sailor knows the tides. Lilly wouldn't be awake again for another 12 hours at least. The change had already started. Faith watched as the veins turned black, her lips paled. Her skin tightening up, all the signs of her hard life disapeared. The track lines on her arms from the heroin started to fade and heal. This happened over a period of hours, but it was fascinating to watch.
    Faith just sat and watched the transition, waiting for Lilly to wake up.

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Mortalitis_Infinitas:

You have gained enough renown to purchase the "Creative Director of European studios at Microsoft Games Studios" title.

OOC: Nah, I was just being sarcastic, and...grumpy, Munchie. Because I'm protective of excellent RP's that are being spoiled.
Loving Faiths story so far. Not sure if I'd be able to handle the humans though...hope someone else feels up to it. Also, damn you sending someone to the house!!!

Vincent lay with Niah in the basement on the mattresses they had brought down. Vincent had gone out like a light and both of them had slept until noon. Vincent ran his hand up Niahs body and caressed her cheek. Niah clasped her hand over Vincents and then brought him closer to her.

One of the beautiful things about the basement was the surveillance system that monitored key sections of the house. Four television screens on the far side of the room flicked between different viewpoints inside and outside their house every ten seconds. Although, when they had first bought the house, one of the cameras had been fixed in a rather interesting position.
Vincent had found himself in a rather embarrassing situation where he was inadvertently staring at the lady across the road undressing in her window. Niah had entered the basement at that very moment and reprimanded him.
Needless to say it was quite obvious what the previous owner used the cameras for, in fact Vincent found several DVD's worth of rather...questionable footage.
That camera had since been switched to face the front door. The time it displayed was 4pm.

Vincent kissed Niah passionately and whispered into her ear.
Then suddenly in the corner of his eye he noticed a figure in one of the cameras who appeared to be knocking on the door. Vincent jerked upright and turned to get a better view.
"Woah, woah" Niah giggled, "Not too soon, honey."
Vincent ignored her, scrambled to his feet and half jogged half ran to the video console, tripping up on an item of clothing as he went.
He picked himself up again and took control of the video console.
"Niah!" He yelled, "Get over here, there's someone outside the house"

It was a policeman.

No...two policemen.

"Niah," Vincent said, glaring intently at the screen, "Turn on the audio, I want to hear what they're saying."
Niah looked confused for a moment then found the controls to turn on the microphone for outside the house.
"...get it. Didn't he say this was the address?"
Mumbling.
One of the policemen, a heavyset fellow wearing sunglasses, was pacing up and down the lawn, inspecting the windows.
"Dammit," Vincent said, "If they report this back to the policestation they'll want to search the place, not that they'll find anything but... I bloody well told them we were fine..." He cursed, zooming the video further to the policeman by the door.
"Hey, isn't that...Mrs Goldsmith?" Niah said, leaning closer to the top right hand monitor.
The old woman had noticed the police outside Vincent and Niah's house and had come out to see what was going on.
"Just a bit closer Mrs Goldsmith..." Vincent said, grinning, "I want to hear you save our skins."
There was a bit of mumbling for a moment then the voices could be hear loud and clear.
"...problem officer?" Mrs Goldsmith said, sweetly.
"A simple housecall..." One of the policemen said, "But...we were expecting residents. Do you know why this house is boarded up?"
"Oh..." Mrs Goldsmith said, pausing to think "Well, that's Vincent and Niahs place. Such a lovely couple. I'm afraid they set off for Iceland today, I recieved an e-mail about it. As for the windows...look around..." Mrs Goldsmith sighed and shook her head solemnly. "Most of the houses around here are run down. It's rather sad. I bet it was hoodlums raiding the place for anything they left behind. We all knew Vincent and Niah would be leaving very soon...I imagine they overheard and took advantage of their absence. Yet another reason to nag the husband to get us out of this dump" She chucked. Yet she still sounded rather melancholy.

Vincent was ecstatic.
"That's it Mrs Goldsmith!" He laughed, "Pull the wool over their eyes."
More mumbling could be heard and soon Mrs Goldsmith walked away. The policemen walked around the house, making sure nothing was wrong, then finally returned to their car and drove off.

Niah smiled, grabbed Vincent by the hand and pulled him back to bed.
"Where were we?"

OOC: Eh, not sure if I should have controlled the policemen there, but didn't really have a choice I guess.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Frank (To make it easier Frank is chief of police of the NW region.) put down his radio. He had just recieved confirmation that no dangerous individuels had been let out of the insanity ward. He was puzzled. He went over the possibilities in his head.

-a twisted prank, holes in the neck much like a vampire.

-mad man, now ruled out.

-an actual vampire, though, Frank reasoned, he was clutching at straws.

He a felt a vibration in his jacket pocket. His phone. He picked it up.

"'ello?"

". .. . . . .(inaudible to anyone but Frank). . . . "

"Jesus, are you sure? Positive?"

". . . . . . . . . ."

"Yeah, 'right, see you later mate." It was the autopsy report, he would get official documents later but for now this was enough.

He turned the ignition and drove towards the Station. His phone vibrated again. What now?

"Frank 'ere, make it quick cos I'm drivin."

"The lads down in SW1 have found another body in a boot of a car. The owner has been arrested. All officers have been put on stand by, these things are becoming far too frequent."

"Understood. Keep it that way, I wanna see him you understand? I don't care what rights he has, you don't let him fo before I get down there."

Frank snapped his phone shut and spead towards the Station.

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Debussy had made all the preparations. He had organised a fishing boat to take him to Calaise and a train to take him to Carcassone. He paced up and down his room, impatient to get going. Soon, very soon, he would have the power he allways dreamed of. Then there would be no more hiding from the humans, they would realise that the vampires were the new breed, they, not us, should feel the iron heel of the law.

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

OOC: Granted I may have exagerated it a little bit but not that much... let me explain. My character has been around for 3000 years, now because vampirism has evolved and the powers become more diluted as you have more middlemen vampires that bite, however my character had no middlemen inbetween, he was bitten directly by an ancient one, and that is the explaination for some of my stregnth. Now since I am a daywalker, I can walk among the humans rather unnoticed. Now I did not go into much detail about what i did in my locations living among the humans for hundreds or 1000 years at a time, but it would not take much effort to think that I did more than just feed once or twice a week when I can do plenty during both night and day. However if you would like some more detail, I will include a flashback in all my posts from now on so you know what I have done, how I have acquired so many skills, and a large supply of money, but I will sum it up really quickly.
    I was a soldier in my Human life. I was a mayor in Egypt. I was a scholar in babylon, I was a monk, a teacher, a farmer, a merchant, a govenor, and again a scholar in India many times over, I spent almost 1000 years there so I learned many things, had many relationships, made many discoveries, and gained knowledge of many secrets. In Greece and Rome I was an assasin, a philosopher, again a farmer, again a merchant, and again a scholar, I learned many things, new fighting styles etc... In China, I was there for over 1000 years living dozens of lives, yet keeping all the knowledge. I learned how to control my body to the point of surpassing normal limitations on both human and vampire alike. I can turn pain into pleasure, sadness into joy, I have made a spiritual path the likes of which few have seen. You consider daywalking a disadvantage, I turned it into an advantage.

I began making money in the 1200's in China from being a trader along the silk road. When I moved to Venice in the 1500's I was already wealthy enough to indulge myself in the Sciences, but There too I kept making money, I struck it rich and became one of the wealthier people in the Venetian Empire. I spent 250 years dedicating myself to science, and while I may not have figured out how to allow other vampires walk in the day, I did not leave there empty handed. I headed to London in the 1800's at the dawn of the Industrial revolution, I had been wealthy at the time, but the Industrial revolution and the new Super economies birthed from it made me wealthy beyond previous measure. I gave up science in the 1850's but did not give up that oh so human indulgence of making money, and I was at it, and I was smart... I have more than £60 million, much more, I have been in the business of making money for half a mellinium. Then from 1850 to 2002 I didn't even tell you what I did, not even a hint (I was planning on releasing some information on it later as the story called, but I am not God modding, I have already chosen a plot that my character will take, but for the Story's sake, I wont tell you what that is, but I promise, a few days of looking powerful does not at all make me a demi-god.)
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The Year was 1260. Klanis sat in his modest little shop along the silk road in the city of Turfan. Klanis was crouched over in a shady corner to escape the harsh sun when he sensed someone at his stall. A voice in a strange language called out to him, he didn't move, he was hungry, but there were too many people around for him to feed. The voice called out again. Klanis looked up and saw two strangely dressed men and a small boy at his stall.
"You there, we would like this hat. How much?"
"Italians?" Klanis mumbled to himself as he stood up and walked towards them.
"What was that? How much is this hat?"
"12 silver coins"
"Here you go. It's for my son, Marco, a bird took his last night"
"Are you Italians? I have heard stories of you people"
"No, Were Venetian, This is my Brother Maffeo, my son Marco, and I am Niccilo Polo. We are explorers from The west journeying to Cathay."
"It is very nice to meet you sirs, that hat is made of some of the finest cloth in the land, you should enjoy it."
"Thank you kind sir, It is rare to see someone that speaks italian out here. Here, one gold piece for your troubles."
"Thank you sir, enjoy your journey... Hmm, Venice."
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Klanis had seen the tour of his new house. "Maria, I believe you forgot the basement."
"You're right, I did! Right this way sir." Maria took him down the hall and then to a stairway that led to the basement. There there was just a dark damp and dirty room about the size of the front living room.
"So what was this room used for?"
"Well sir, the previous owner never came down here, he didn't like the smell. But if i remember correctly about a century ago during the second world war, this place was where the family hid during the blitz. Only this room remained, the rest of the houses were destroyed."
"Really? what was here before?"
"I believe a house from the early 19th century. This one was built to be nearly identical to that one"
"Interesting, hey, is that a fire place? Hmm, I believe it is... Interesting."
"Well, Maria, thank you for the tour, but I dont believe I will need you for the rest of the day, and I don't want you looking like a maid, so why don't you go take that thousand and buy yourself some nice new clothes, but not so nice you cant get them dirty."
"Yes sir! Thank you sir, are you sure you don't want me to finish cleaning up?"
"Yes, I'm sure, now go." Klanis said with a smile on his face. Maria went up the stairs, and walked out the door. Klanis stopped smiling and turned his attention back to the fireplace. "I Wonder..." Klanis crouched down, and examined the inside of the fireplace. It hadn't been used in almost 100 years. He pressed two certain bricks along the bottom of it, and then one on the side wall. The back of the fireplace burst open and a rush of air came out. The firplace split itself in half and a doorway was opened behind it. "Wow, it still works." He walked into the room behind it, which was about the size of the main room of the basement. He Wiped off some of the walls which were covered in various languages ranging from Farsi, to hindi, to Egyptian Hiroglyphics to Chinese and Latin. Every Language that Klanis had learned was on the wall, and one had to be quite fluent in the all before one would know how to open the next door. Klanis's memory needed a little refreshment, so he spoke all the languages before he remembered how to open it.

He pressed one of the symbols in, the fireplace closed behind him and another door opened in front of him. Klanis, now in pitch black made his way down several flights of stairs, he heard the underground rumble by as he decended. He came to another door made of stone, opened this one with the handle and walked into a centeral room that led to a whole maze of other rooms, no one had touched them in centuries.
"Ahh, it's to be home again, I've missed this place."

Klanis spent the next few hours bringing some light down into his crypt and fixing it up. when he was done, he went back upstairs all the way to the top floor and walked out onto his new patio. By now the sun had set, and he felt like she should return to the Council.

He walked back downstair and just as he got to the first floor, there was a knock on the door. He answered it and there was a woman in her thirties in a government Uniform staring him down.
"Hello, may I help you? miss...–"
"Summers, My name is detective Summers, and I have a few questions to ask of you. First off, are you aware that the man you just bought this house from this morning is dead?"
"Oh my god, how horrible, what happened?"
"Well it appears that he Had a heart attack in the subway station, fell onto the third rail and was electrocuted, and about 10 seconds later the train arrived and sliced and crushed him into several chunks."
"Oh my God! that's horrible!"
"Yes, Yes it is. I am aware that you signed a death return contract with him stating that if either party dies within 60 days of the sale, the property or money is given to the survivor and they keep both."
"Yes, I am aware of this, well thats just horrible, I didn't expect him to die on me like that. I will be happy to pay for the ceremonies."
"Yes sir, that would be kind of you, but I am afraid that this is a very suspicious coincidence that just hours after you buy this nice house from him using a Death return contract, he dies in a very odd manner. So I am afraid I have to let you know that you are now under investigation for Murder."
"Oh? Am I under arrest?"
"No sir, just know that you are going to be watched for a few weeks and we may call you in."
"Oh, ok. Thank you Officer, I will be happy to help in any way I can, I feel horrible that he died. Now if you'll excuse me, I was just about to go meet some friends."
"Ok, day sir."
Klanis went back inside, and looked for the Garage.
"I believe she said this was the Garage... hmm Oh, nice, is that a '23 Taiki? It is!"
Klanis started his new car, drove out and made his way to Camden. He couldn't go to the council chamber, no. But he could stop by the cafe a few blocks away, a common hunting ground late at night.

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One should not speak unless it improves upon the silence.

OOC: That's alright del, anyone can take control of any officers that their character encounters, makes things flow more smoothly. Only thing you can't do is open or close a case that they are investigating, as that is all done from back at the station ..

As for Faith, we've only scratched the surface of her story so far... I hope it lives up to your expectations now though. hehe

@IWY - The problem is though that you say you have the ability to daywalk you did this without even asking me, unlike others that have messaged me about doing such things, I let it slide because it tied in with the vampire history for this RP. However, you also say you are 3000 years old, fair enough, but read the description for the elders, at 3000 yeasrs old you are old and frail.
    You are also wrong about being bitten by an ancient, the father of all modern vampires is called the first, not an ancient, the ancients are a myth, a legend that vampires have, like the Greeks had the Titans. You don't know if they exist or anything about them like everyone else in the RP including my character. Perhaps things will be uncovered about the origins of the myth with time, but that is part of the RP and something that will only be fed in through the council.
    The idea of undiluted vampirism is fine, however just to point out that undiluted vampirism is actually being mostly human, the vampirism has mutated with age and given new vampires different powers. Strength, senses, eyesight etc etc, things that came about due to having to hunt humans to survive.
    Also this is an RP, you of all people should know you can't just make assumptions in RPs. You can't just weigh in with "I have 60million in the bank" when there hasn't been a sniff of that before hand. Yes elders are wealthy, they've had a long time to make the money, however you failed to say in the first place about it, so the least you could have done was explain how you happened across it before saying you had it. So yes, in future please do put a flashback into your post about such skills and belonging that you have aquired, and should you ever decide to give your Vampire another super power, please run it past me before hand. As it is you are the most powerful vampire in the game which is a bit unfair on those of us that have decided to take a more measured approach to what we can and can't have.
    And just to point out that having "much much more" than 60mil is going to put you up there with the richest men in the world, now hiding the fact that the same person has been accessing the same fortune for 1500 years is going to be hard.
    As I've said before, if you can't balance your Vampire, I'll balance him for you, and my kind of balancing is done with a stake. Reign him in. If you don't want to post the reason why he is so powerful here then send me a reason via PM. I put a lot of effort into making this RP, and making it so it was fair. Don't complain that just because you appear to be all powerful that it doesn't mean you are going to be, we don't know what you have planned, all we know is what we have seen and what we have seen is you being all powerful.


Faith/Everyone

    Hanks meeting had been a complete disaster, his source didn't know anything. He knew it couldn't just be a coincidence that an exceptionally old and powerful vampire had arrived in London at the same time that at least 3 other elders had. Plus the recent surge in Vampire attacks. Another reported missing person flashed up on the news screen in the office. That settled it, this was starting to get out of hand. He needed to pull all the agents back to London.
    Picking up the phone he made the call "It's Hank, call them back. We have a situation." and he replaced the phone in its cradle. He pulled a map of London out of his desk, it was covered with letters. It had been decided when V-Branch was formed that they would have a contingency plan in case they couldn't keep the vampire threat from boiling over. The easiest way they had found was to station agents throughout London to keep the peace, tasked with tracking down and killing any vampires in their areas. They had found the most convenient way to split London up amongst the agents was to use post codes. They hadn't had to use the system yet, but now it was about to change. He would need time to prepare the details, he flicked the screen on his computer on and started work.

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Niah + Vincent

Skinner looked blankly at the pair of officers, "what do you mean gone to Iceland?" the pair shifted, they didn't like it when their captain got like this.
    "well sir, their neighbour informed us that they had moved to Iceland today, had been planned for weeks."
    "You're joking right?"
    "Nope, it all checks out as well, ran a check with the airports, private charter to Iceland left this morning, 11:00am. The woman, Niah, has moved jobs to there."
    "Ok, ok. Fair enough. At least thats sorted now. If only the other 26 were quite so easy to solve." Skinner went to leave then turned back to the officers. "Oh and the inspector has asked that we step up nighttime patrols for the next few days, if this Niah lady wasn't the latest victim it will need to feed soon." The two officers nodded nervously. Skinner turned away again.
    "Erm sir." Skinner stopped mid stride and turned around, his face had a look of "for gods sake man, I've had 4 hours sleep and the wife nagging me about shoes, so this better be to get in the way of my cup of coffee" the officer was oblivious to the facial expression. "Shouldn't we contact someone about the vampire?"
    Skinner lost it then, "CONTACT WHO? IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S A f****ng DEPARTMENT FOR DEALING WITH VAMPIRES IS THERE? WE'RE THE POLICE, THIS FALLS TO US TO DEAL WITH. SO JUST DO YOUR JOB AND STOP ASKING SUCH f****ng STUPID QUESTIONS." after he had said this he felt bad, but he really needed a coffee and now a cigarette so he stormed out of the building and into the street. He was just about to light up his cigarette when a man approached him.
    The man pulled a card out of his jacket and handed it to Skinner, "if you want answers be here" he pointed to a point on the card, which had a map on it "at 23:00 tonight." with that the man walked off leaving Skinner wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Klanis

The agents had met up, 9 of them in total, the top hunters in V-Branch. None of them had a name, they were just letters. There was S, specialist in espionage, J was the technical wizz, P was the hand to hand combat expert, K was a ranged weapons expert and he often bragged that he had killed a vampire from half a mile away with a sniper firing wood tipped bullets. The others had various skills that made them useful for this op. Y was the group leader, the "angel of V-Branch" as her boss called her, she had been one of the first hired to be a hunter, she had dusted over 500 vampires all over the world, 62 in London alone.
    She sat on the roof of the building, perched in the shadows of the chimney stack. The other agents were hidden about the street. The surveillence had begun, they watched as a police officer had approached the house, she had feared that this would ruin the operation but her fears had been aleviated when the officer left. They watched as he left his house in his car and set off down the street. They'd wait till he got back before they acted, they couldn't take any chances with this one.

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Faith had cleared an area of floor in the appartment and was currently meditating. She had learned to meditate during a trip to Tibet she had made in the 1960's, she hadn't enjoyed the trip, she'd come across a group of travellers who were very thin and had long lanky hair, they hadn't made for a very meal and to top it off after she had fed on one of them she had had strange visions and hallucinations. When she had eventually stopped having hallucinations a few days later she had visited a budhist temple. She had been looking for the Sword of Ankmar, a legendary blade that was wielded during the Transylvanian rebellions of 1462, she hadn't found it, but the monks had taken her. She had enjoyed spending time with them, they were so peaceful and charming, a stark contrast to her life, they had taught her some of their techniques for focusing of the mind and body. She liked them so much she had even left one of them alive, kind of.
    Her concentration was broken when there was a faint rustling coming from the sofa behind her. Lilly stirred. Faith turned her head to see how she was. "Morning sweetie, how do you feel?"
    A very dazed looking Lilly scanned the room "wh.. where... where am I?" Faith grinned, she loved this bit. Lillies eyes glazed over. A look of terror crossed her face. "oh god." Faith laughed. "so it wasn't a dream then?" Faith shook her head, she watched as the enormity of the gift she had given the girl hit home. Lilly broke down in tears.
    Faith stood up and walked over to Lilly, she caressed her cheek with the back of her hand, wiping away the tears, "It's ok my child, you don't need to worry anymore. I've got to go out and get some lunch now, will you be alrigh here?" Lilly nodded and looked up into Faiths eyes, a smile crossed her lips briefly as she took comfort in Faiths presence. Faith withdrew her hand and headed for the door "Oh and Lilly, if any of your friends drop by, be a host and let them in." She had a wicked smile on her face as she left the appartment.
    Faith hadn't eaten for a while, Lilly was only a small girl and she had only had a taste so that the change would be quicker. She could already feel the effects of her neglect, her senses were duller than usual and she had a thirst, she never could describe the feeling properly, it was like having a parched mouth but in her veins, her blood physically felt thicker, her heart working hard to force the viscous liquid around her body. It was a horrible sensation she didn't dare think what would happen to her should she not feed properly soon.
    Faith had been away from London for 13 years, she hoped that her old hunting ground was still there, she took a taxi across London, and then walked down a side ally as she rounded a corner and there it was, Tiger Tiger. She loved night clubs, people were so easy to pick up in them, she loved this night club because the owner was a friendly. He didn't have security cameras, he alwasy denied knowledge when the police called about a missing person. She had quenched her thirst in his nightclub many times.
    Walking up the doorman she cut to the front of the queue and tossed him a single black coin. The doorman nodded his head "Have a time ma'am". Her VIP pass still worked at least. The sound of the base filled her head as she walked to the cloakroom. At least she was dressed for the ocassion, she removed her shawl to reveal a figure hugging dress that plunged at the back and front. The material shimmered in the lights, the UV lamps seemed to create sparkles, only Faith knew the truth about what those specks on her dress were.
    Faith wasn't exactly young looking, she looked like she was in her mid to late forties, but she had looked after herself and her body, she knew it made it easier to get a meal if she looked . Walking up to the bar she coyly chirped at a group of lads standing by it, "can any of your handsome young men tell me what is to drink in here?" they turned to look at her, one of them caught her eye, he was handsome, well dressed, and the second he opened his mouth she knew he was a jerk.
    "Hey baby, I can recomend something for you to drink if you like" followed by a wink.
    Oh this one would be perfect thought Faith. "Is that so" Faith looked shy and embarassed at the comment. "I wouldn't know what you mean" Then looking up from under her eyebrows she winked back. The man stood up and patted his mate on the shoulder, giving him a quick thumbs up before putting his arm around Faiths shoulders. Faith returned the gesture and put her arm around his waist.
    "I was actually just about to head home if you fancy coming back with me, I've got a mini bar and a swimming pool" Faith turned to him and looked him straight in the eye.
    "I've got a better idea, how about you come back to mine, I have handcuffs and massage oils." The man gulped, and nodded. Faith felt something brush her hip as the man turned to wave bye to his mates. Urgh, bloody men, only ever think with one thing.
    They took a cab back from the club to Faiths basement flat, she led him down the steps and opened the door. The man walked into the darkness inside, "it's a little dark in here isn't it?" Faith closed the door, wedging it with a rock, she'd need to get the whole thing replaced after the squatters had broken it. Then she turned the lights on. Before the man could say anything she had hit him round the head with one of the bottles that was lying on the floor. A look of puzzled terror on his face as he crumpled to the floor. She hoped he was still alive, if he was dead it made feeding a lot harder.
    Lilly stood up and walked over to the body. "Is he?"
    "For you."
    Lilly looked up at Faith and then down at the mans limp body. She paused for a minute and then plunged her teeth into his neck, she immediately pulled back from the mans body, blood dripping from her mouth. She looked emploringly at Faith.
    Faith dragged the man over to Lilly and placed him on the floor next to her so she could see his neck. "It's ok Lilly, you get used to it." Picking up his arm Faith sank her fangs into his wrist. Seeing this Lilly looked back down at the mans neck and sank her teeth back into his neck. They sat in silence for the next few minutes whilst they drank, when the body was completely drained of blood Faith stood up again.
    "How was that Lilly?"
    Lilly looked up, a gleam in her eyes, her blood stained lips still moist. "That was amazing, Ii feel so ... So powerful."
    Faith nodded, there was nothing like blood to reinvigorate you. She looked back down at the body "Now we just need to dump this body. Thankfully I know just the place." Lilly looked nervous.
    "Wont people notice us walking around London with a dead guy?"
    "Hence why we aren't going to walk around London. Follow me." Faith headed into the backroom and pulled up a corner of the carpet to reveal a hatch.
    "What's that?"
    "Leads to the sewers, this place is right on top of the River Fleet. I had a friend widen it so that I could get access. Means I'm not tied to this place in daylight and means I can escape should I need to." Lilly looked worried "It's ok, I've never had to use it urgently." Faith lifted the hatch, "Be a dear and grab the body will you"
    Lilly looked at the man, he wasn't exactly small "Isn't he a bit heavy?"
    "Try it." Faith did love watching younglings find their feet. Lilly walked over to the man and leant over, she tensed up ready to lift the man with all her force. Two seconds later Lilly was lying underneath the man in a heap. Faith was grinning to herself. "See? Now bring him here."
    Lilly pushed the man off of her and picked him up by the arm. There was a horrible popping noise and the sound of ripping fabric. Lilly looked down at the arm. "erm, Faith?"
    "Try to bring him in one piece, it makes it easier to carry. Pass the arm here and you bring the body." Lilly handed Faith the arm and went and picked up the body. "Now, follow me." Faith jumped down the hatch, clutching the arm to her. Lilly tried doing the same, she landed on something slippery and ended up under the man for a second time. Faith shook her head and grinned, this was going to be a long few days.

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Mortalitis_Infinitas:

You have gained enough renown to purchase the "Creative Director of European studios at Microsoft Games Studios" title.

Anthony headed to the Vampire Council. He wasn't sure if it existed but he learned of its whereabouts in a dream. He made his way to the underground location. When he got to the graveyard he approached an indoor grave. Above the entrance was a Latin engraving that read, "May the dead live in peace." The enscription wouldn't make sense to humans but it  now made sense to Anthony. He looked around and entered the tomb. He opened the stone grave nut he was disappointed to see a dusty bottom.

Just as Anthony turned a way a saw a crease in the bottom of the grave and stuck his nails in between it to try and pull it open. It wouldn't pull open so he slid it back. A flight of twisting stairs lit up by lights was revealed to him. He climbed down the stairs and approached a big steel door. A bang the big knockers against the door but no one replied. A slit at eye level opened and a figure told Anthony to show him his teeth and Anthony did so.

Council Member: What do you want?

Anthony: I request permission to enter your brotherhood. The council member stared at Anthony for a moment and let him in.

Council Member: Follow me

OOC: If someone wants to be the Elder I'm led to, go ahead.

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For the past few hours, Van had been diverting his attention to the others. He was sure that being awake for this transformation would have them get used to their new powers right away. He had been careful to take only enough of their blood for them to manage to stay consious and fake their deaths, whilst still cathing the discease. The effects were quite startling though.
Even Jack had come to his end of the bargain, and quite spectacularly too: he was adept with explosives for some reason. That being said, he had voluntarily blown up his own house not but 2 hours ago. Given it was almost midnight, this meant his family went with it. So after hearing this news, upon Jack's arival Van had taken up discussion with them, partly to relieve their minds of the pain, and partly to find out what he could about them.
Jack was obviously able with explosives, and many types at that. He had managed several of his own make packs out of the house before blowing it. Aparently he was 18. Reese was unsurprisingly at anything you needed to live on the streets: a persausive talker, and charismatic too, sly and guileful, with an adept ability for lock-picking, be them old key locks, or the more secure key-pads.
Max was a self-confessed computer-lover, and knew how to operate one far above what Van had seen before. Just to make a point, she had partialy disassembled the Mac, then rewired several circuits on the main-fraim and CPU, and to top it off, managed to repurpose spares for the speakers. When Van turned it on the wireless tap installed by his father was almost a full three times faster. Obviously she was quite in-control of all info gathering now."Not bad for, what?Seventeen is it?" And that she blushed and shyed away a little.
Kyle on the other hand, was nothing to exceptional.20,  fairly average raising, nothing traumatic. His father had taken him hunting and to rifle ranges though, and he was keen enough to mention his average was roughly 184 for 4. This was actualy revealed to be quite high, and that he would be in training for Olympic shooting now.
But of course, Impatient as kids were, they had Van reveal anything he was willing to divulge. At this point, Alex had woken, mostly because of the off-and-on screaming and moaing between sentences, but Van was sure she had been listening intently, so when it came to asking of his past, she shuffled over, and played her part in the story.
    "Well, he's actualy 25. We went to school together, nothing special..."
    "Except for the fact we were quite the trouble makers. Even into high school. By that time everyone knew where one was, the other must be near by, especialy at the point when we went out."
    "But off course, or misguided, as we were, we managed to get into more then our share of trouble. Partners in crime, literaly. A fair nice criminal record, etcetera, but what we all want, is when did this vampirism thing happen?"
After this it all seemed quite unpleasent a conversation, and Van recounted what little memory he still had. The explosion of the street, the waking up a week later, and the seclusion for years on end, feeding off the blood in the corpses that remained. After the pleasent chat, Alex led them around the old military storage, pointing out rooms she never bothered to open. They briefly examined several doors, most of them showing hints of traps.
At one room max had them stop.
    "Hey, see those cables? They lead back to the back-up power, and those look like ADSL. Can you guys try and pop the lock?"
And now Alex looked down disdainfuly on her, and pointed out the sign of a small explosive adhered to the other side of the door. At this remark, Jack moved forward, and retrieved what appered to be some kind of probe. He used it to try and disarm the explosive, which was fastened over the key-hole on the inner-side of the door. After 4 minutes, they heard an unnerving click, but when not explosion came, they assumed it safe to poen the door.
    "Well Jack, we'll have lots of fun with you won't we? Now open the door. There should be a terminal inside. Hopefuly it's a communications array and a computer."
When the door opened, a large room was revealed, with many military grade machines on one wall, and what appeared as a repair bay on the other side of the room. It looked like several expiremental or damaged guns rest on the bech, and a note was on the table in the rooms centre, but no chairs in sight.
Max and Reese imediately moved to examin the compute, and Jack the repair bay, but Van and Alex moved swiftly to the note. Alex read aloud to Van:
    "Attention all personnel, this area has been declared insecure, and we will remove operations from this building. The further decrease in public morale means the curfew will be lifted in one week....Yatayatayata. The signatures been replaced with a letter, looks like someone called Y was running this show."
Van left the room, and let the others do what they wanted. He retrieved the gun crate and blood, and placed it in the command room. Everyone immediately grabbed the blood packs, and Van could tell the transformation was complete. Only it seemed Alex looked no different, Black hair still smoth and shiny, skin none the paler, and still as smooth, and the ever-present sparkle of her eyes was gleaming brighter then ever. Van was falling for her all over again.

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Swirling images, arcane colours, esoteric mumblings. Brightness. Darkness.
Neither now...a void. The voices grew louder. Deafening, piercing.
Mental paralysis...now complete freedom. Confusion.

Vincent battled a headache mixed with a waking dream. The walls closed in, then retracted quickly as waves on a shore.
He felt cold.
Then suddenly he felt on fire. His body felt heavy. He could feel liquid moving through his viens, such an odd sensation.
"I have an idea," Vincent said, sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs, "Well...the way I see it, we have two options. The first is to drink animal blood. From what I've read, it's possible to sustain ourselves using that, but it will leave us weak. The second option is far more dangerous, but will give strengthen us to pursue the vampire that attacked you."

Vincent paused, but did not get any feedback from Niah.

"The nearby hospital will keep blood in storage. If we can figure out a way to steal it..." Vincent's voice trailed off. He was no criminal and knew nothing about stealing anything let alone blood.
He had a plan though, the only thing he needed was a hospital staff uniform. He was fairly confident he could bluff being a janitor or nurse, but a doctor might require a little bit of research to pull the role off properly.
However, there was no time for this right now, they were both starving and needed to feed.
"But for now," Vincent said, breathing deeply, "We must find something to keep us alive." I'll go. I'll bring something back with me."
After Niah had finished complaining that it might be a little too dangerous to go alone, Vincent assured her that he would be fine.
He waited until it got sufficiently dark, then opened the basements ventilation system and decided to see where it led to on the surface.

As he was crawling through the shaft he began to reflect on their situation. It was quite possible that there was another vampire working in the area. The vampire that attacked Niah must have come from somewhere and he was fairly certain they didn't travel far to reach their feeding grounds.
This would be a brilliant cover up for the two of them. If there really was a vampire working in the area, then any investigations they made, should lead them to that vampire.
He wondered if Niah would be satisfied with the vampire being killed by the law. Maybe she wanted to end his life personally...He had to admit, he wouldn't mind shoving a stake through his heart himself.
He was suddenly reminded of something. He checked his black trenchcoat and found that he had indeed brought the sharpened table leg with him. He didn't think he'd come across the vampire, but he didn't want to be caught weaponless if he did. Besides, vampires turn their victims for a reason...He was most likely wanting Niah as part of his gang...The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
He reached a ladder and began to climb. Suddenly he found himself in the back of his garden.
"Perfect." He whispered to himself, crouching under the hedgerow. The garden was overgrown, mostly due to the fact that neither Vincent or Niah were interested in gardening. This lent itself perfectly to hiding their position.

He heard a dog bark in the distance and gritted his teeth. That would be cruel, but then again, he really didn't have a choice.  Niah had given him three syringes with varied doses of morphine. She had insisted he killed humanely.

Vincent climbed through the hedge, onto the pavement and walked nonchalantly down, yet keeping aware of his surroundings. He wore clothes he would not normally wear, just in case anybody was around that might recognise him. The dog's bark grew louder.
Soon, he reached the animal, who was sat, growling at the bottom of a tree.
It had no collar.
"Two perfects in one night" He laughed to himself.
The dog had his attention solely fixed on what was up in the tree, although Vincent couldn't see it, he figured it must be a cat.
He pulled out a syringe, then with incredible dexterity, that surprised even himself, he grabbed hold of the dog by the scruff of the neck and quickly injected it with morphine. The dog let out a little whelp and then slumped to the ground.

He brought the animal back home. They were both rather reluctant at first but once they had drunk their fill, they felt strangely invigorated.
"That was...incredible." Vincent said, feeling life flood back into his veins. "Just, incredible."

Vincent had figured he'd call it a night after hunting for food, but the fresh blood in his body had given him renewed strength. He did not feel as powerful as he could be though, but he had had a taste of what he could become...
He kissed Niah and left the basement once more through the ventilation system. Once outside he glanced at a piece of paper with directions to the nearest hospital. This would be a long night.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Debussy looked out over the White Cliffs of Dover. It was a stormy night and the rain and wind lashed his face. He drew his cape around him in a futile attempt to bock out the driving wind and rain. Far below him the waves crashed against the cliff face, the spray leaping up 30 meters into the air. Dubussy wrinkled his nose, the taste of salt was in the rain and the air and his French blood didn't like salt. If a meal needed salt, he reasoned, then it wasn't properly cooked. Debussy made his was down a steep path that ran to the waters edge, it was slippery with sea water and Debussy needed all his agility not to fall in. At the end of the path a small boat lay waiting and a man stepped out, a human.

"hey'up" the man shouted above the noise of the wind. Debussy nodded, not understanding the dialect the man spoke. Once Debussy was aboard, the sailor climbed in and undid the rope that tied the boat to the jetty. Debussy stood watching.

"Will the boat make it across the channel?" The wind all but taking his voice away.
"Aye, aye don' ya worry ya'self aboo tha'" Dubussy took this for confirmation that the boat would indeed survive the storm.
"Ge' ya'self down ye 'atch, wid ya? Noo pint standin' around, ya do ya'self some mischief." The man pointed at the hatch that lead into the cabin and Debussy climbed down it, leaving the man to sail the boat himself. The cabin stank of fish and sweat, human smells abound; the ship rolled with the waves and Debussy felt himself wretch. How he wished he could fly, how he hated sea travel and the smell didn't help. Debussy felt the hunger return but quickly suppressed it, knowing that he needed the man's expertise to get him across safely.  He would be in France in less that 2 two hours, plus another 10 to get to Carcassone. He would be there by midday tomorrow. That may cause problems, Debussy realised but he would deal with it when he came to it.

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Frank walked into the police station.

"Let me see him."
"He's being held in cell three, sir" Frank hurried off but before he got to the cell he was handed brown cardboard file.
"What's this?"
"The autopsy report, sir. I thought that you should see it first." Frank nodded his approval. . . .

Name: Clive Jones
Age: 32
Next of kin: unknown.

Type of death: violant
Cause of death: major blood loss.
State of dress: Clothed
Manner of death: Homicide
Marks and wounds: Bruises around the throat. Two puncture marks in the neck 5cm apart. Blood has still not clotted. A chemical seems to have been injected to stop this from happening. Much like vampire bats.

That was all Frank needed. . .

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

Thomas woke from his rest, his ordeal had left him tired and he'd gone to sleep laying on his couch. He covered his eyes as light shone in from the open window, Thomas felt a burning sensation were the sunlight hit him, and reasoned that it was this that woke him. He moved out of the light and felt less pain as he entered the darkness. He drew the curtains to afford him alittle extra darkness, however he still felt an uncomfortable sensation on the back of his neck. The room was still relativly well lit due to the electric lights, Thomas walked over to the switch and flicked it to the off posistion and felt the room go as dark as it could. The unpleasant sensation lifted. Thomas went through his house closing all the curtains and turning off the lights from his home-metre.

He headed up to his bedroom were his computer was kept. He turned it on and began to look through the internet for any information he could get on vampires. Most of the information on the internet was common folklore, Vampire turn into bats, repulsed by garlic etc. However he did come upon one piece of information merely by chance. Thomas didn't know if this was folklore or truth, the Article mentioned that if vampires didn't drink somekind of blood then they would get weaker and weaker until they eventually died.

After searching the internet for severel hours, Thomas switched off his computer, he hadn't eaten since the day before and was beginning to feel hungary. He went to his fridge in the kitchen and prepared himself a ham Sandwich, however when he ate this it didn't seem to satiate his growing hungar, he still felt just as hungary as before, and Thomas finally relised what he was hungary for. He needed Blood!

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Trekkie

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After reading the autopsy report, Frank was sure that there was a vampire loose. The only problem was, he didn't know what to do about it. Ever since the war, vampires had been wiped out from England, this Frank was sure of but it was perfectly possible that one had come over from the continent. Another things he was sure of, was the man being held in cell three was not a vampire. Clearly he had been framed. Sure, a bady had been found in the boot of his car but this man, spindly and old was no vampire. That meant, he had two vampire attacks on his hands. Two vampires? The thought unsettled him.

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

The moon was high in the sky when Jacob returned to his crypt. He had travelled using public transport - not at all glamorous, but anyone who believed vampires were real would hardly expect them to journey to their lair on a bus. It was a simple but effective method of keeping hidden from vampire hunters, as the frail elders had to especially. How, Jacob was relatively young for one of his kind, and the newer, more powerful vampire blood running through his veins made him stronger than most other elders, forced into the night of blood centuries or even millenia earlier. He was still a frail old man, true, but hardly a helpless one.

As he stood outside his home, He noticed someone walking through the dark - alone. A young man, in his mid twenties most likely. A strong build and a confident walk. A potential assistant.
"Varan, come." He ordered, grabbing his bag that had accompanied him on his travels over the years. He moved into the shadows of the night, stalking his prey as he made his way to wherever it was he was going. The moment they were hidden... he would become a creature of darkness.
It was over half an hour before he entered an alleyway. Though the man was walking relatively slowly, keeping up had been an ordeal for Jacob. Not exactly difficult, but an effort certainly. But, not having fed for a few days and having lost his last vampire to a raid of hunters, it would be worth it. "Now, Varan!" he shouted. The human span round, about to shout out but before he could the dog's jaws closed around his neck, and no noise came out, knocking him to the floor. Jacob walked over and pushed the hair off his victim's neck, and knealt down. He rolled his tongue along his teeth, preparing to inject the venom into his terrified victim. Jacob bared his fangs, and suddenly lunged forward and bit the neck tightly. Varan released him as Jacob swallowed as much blood as possible without killing the victim, but he had underestimated him. Forcing the old vampire off him, the man stood up, blood pouring from his neck and his face pale.

"What sort of psycho are you old man? You're gonna be sorry you messed with me!" He said, but it was only a few seconds later that the massive amount of bleeding had its effect. His eyes rolled backward, and his ams dropped. For a moment he had the stance of a string puppet as his battled for cnociousness, but eventually collapsed in a heap.

"There's spirit in this one... excellent." Jacob smiled. He clasped the neck with his fangs again, and injected the venom. The body shook violently as the blood became infected, and his organs were manipulated by the poison into their new, stronger forms, the only one made weaker was the skin, incredibly sensitive to sunlight, as were virtually all vampires. Jacob picked up the body, and whistled for Varan to follow. The blood gave him a burst of strength that would last for a short while, making him as mobile as an average human, instead of an old and frail elder. (I'm hoping that this isn't seen as some sort of godmodding, but if it is please tell me. It's what I would expect to happen anyway if vampires were real and fed off blood. Also, since the evolution of vampires is playing a large role in this, it makes sense that vampires who got this strength from blood would survive since they could escape, an they could pass on this trait, and those who don't would more likely die since someone dripping blood from their mouth near to or carrying a corpse seems a logical target for vampire hunters. Natural Selection Of The Undead  )

"Varan, come to the crypt, we must hurry. I don't want to waste my strength strolling, and I can't risk anyone seeing us carrying the body if we go too slowly. He will wake in a couple of hours, and then we shall begin.".

Jacob pulled his bag from his shoulder, just the size to carry a person. Perfect for hiding bodies and gathering assistants. After fifteen minutes or so, he saw a police officer in the distance. Carrying a large bag on his shoulder that was stained with blood, along with his clothes, wasn't exactly subtle. But in the dead of night, few people noticed. It was a minor miracle to vampire kind that red was an almost impossible colour to recognise in the dark. "Come, Varan..." he muttered, silently walking into the shadows of trees.

"Sir, may we see inside your sack please..." Another officer came up behind him.

"Sorry officer, but I think I'm a bit too old for things like that now." He grinned, trying to do anything to avoid having to show a "corpse" to the police.

"We're investigating a murder that happened about half a mile from here. If you could show us the bag, we'll be on our way." The officer said, not amused in the slightest.

"Very well. Anything to help the police in heir duties." Jacob smiled, dropping the bag on the ground. "Open it at your leisure."

The two officers nodded and untied the knots keeping it closed. Or at least they would have done, if the faithful Hellhound hadn't struck them both from the side, clawying at their faces and biting wherever possible. Their screams of agony echoed for only a few seconds, before they were silenced by their deaths.

"Not what I had exactly wanted Varan... I had hoped we cold scare them out of reporting anything, humans are easily threatened like that." Jacob frowned. "But this way is just as , a dog attacking to officers at night won't necessarily raise much suspicion, and even terrified officers could report us. work, I suppose." He said, patting Varan's head, quite aware that he had no idea what he had just said.

OOC: Ok, fine then I'll make up an Elder.

Anthony was taken to an Elder who presented himself as Jade. She was a female and although she looked weak, she was beautiful. The vampire that guided him left and closed the door behind him.

Jade: What do request youngling?

Anthony: I wish to join your brotherhood of vampire.

Jade: Oh young child... This is very unfortunate for you. Our soldiers are chosen specifically by Elder council members.

Anthony: So who was I bitten by?

Jade: I don't know but you can't enter our ranks without being turned by one of us. You must've have been bitten by a rogue.

Anthony: Thats ridiculous, I had no decision making in who bit me!

Jade: Leave, I will not be yelled at by a youngling. Take this for your trouble...

Anthony took what looked like a small vile of blood, but the blood was thick and creamy. Anthony accepted the offering and left, but was still angry and disappointed. Once again he was rejected.

At home Anthony suited up, with tools he used to kill vampires before he tuned. Among these tools was a crossbow that fired wooden arrows, stakes, oil, matches, and a catholic cross. When Anthony touched the cross his skin burned. He took everything else and headed out to kill the one who turned him

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July 3rd 2010, London, United Kingdom

"Sir if you will have a seat right there, Dr. Mavrio will see you in just one minute" Klanis sat down in the office lobby, while he waited he picked up one of the new Electronic Magazines. Due to the new environmental protocols by the United Nations, paper production had dropped by 85%, and the prices soared to about £2 a sheet within just 6 months, due to the outrageous costs everyone that could switched over to the cheaper E-paper made of recycled plastic.
The scrolling headline was rather odd. "Vampire Killer strikes again, This time in Chelsea. Body count up to 15 " Reading the article, on how the top detectives in the country were being called in to investigate, and how some now suspected the rise of copycats as not all followed the same pattern. He finished the article and had started the article about how the US invasion of Iran had prompted International outcry, and the American Peoples were beginning to revolt against their government when Dr. Mavrio walked in.
 "Ah Mr. Rashid, It's a pleasure to meet you. I am honestly quite amazed how much you know about nano-technology."
"Yes, well since I made my millions investing in that Google company, I've had a lot of free time on my hands, and I love to learn new things, I always have."
"Yes, I can see that, and I see you have learned a lot, It's almost like you had been in the business for years. Well anyways, in your letter you requested to join our team, and we were impressed that you gained your PhD in Human Internal Physiology specializing in, what was it again?"
"The Cardiovascular system"
"Ahh yes. Well you'll be happy to know that you got the job, but you already knew that when we called you didn't you... of course you did"
"Yes. Well I have a few questions, such as your delivery method and how far you in this lab have gotten on the subject on time scale."
"Aha, you don't waste your time, do you? Well, as for delivery we use the Injection system just like everything else, but we have been working on a way so that the nanobots could be injested orally, and possibly repair the linings of the stomach, and things like that. As for timing, our lab is exceptionally ahead of the curve.
We got this programmer in from Beijing, and he has been writing the test code for the oxygen delivery nanites for our experiments on rats. and not only have we enabled the rats to live for up to an hour and a half in a total vacuum void of oxygen, but  they can even do heavy exercise for a 20 minutes without a single breath, and only a slight increase in heart rate.
So as for your question, we expect to advance to Primate trials by the end of the year and Human trials by early 2012. Oh and I hope you are somewhat fluent in Chinese, because we're going to need you to help him with some of the programing control aspects, as well as with the nano-engineering team for when we get to the human phases so that the immune system doesn't destroy the new nanites."


5 years passed and Klanis worked with the researchers. He had helped create the nanite revolution. His lab along with a lab in Sweden had unveiled the first human blood replacement that was safe to go in just about everyone.
However, the Vampire council was not in the slightest amused, and had thoughts of ridding the world of him as what he had done was paramount to Treason. However, he prevented them from doing so when he convinced them that it would one day turn the humans into not just their meals, but their obedient slaves.
The Conversation of the council room when he convinced them has been highly guarded, and only those that were in the room at the time are allowed to know, if they tell anyone it is too high a risk, even if it's another elder. If Klanis' plan were discovered, it could be turned against the vampire species quickly, and the entire species could become extinct within 2 years.
Meanwhile while at his lab, Klanis decided to undertake one of his own projects. in 2013 Klanis started to develop a nanite that would invade the brain and mess with its wiring. When a few colleagues discovered that his nanite would mess with the brain, he convinced them that it was a possible method to cure neurological diseases such as epilepsy and stuttering, but in reality it was to cause a practical short circuit in many areas of the brain at once, for a short period of time to punish someone, or to incapacitate them while you escape from danger, or for a much longer period of time to have one follow your every injunction. He was close to finishing this and even had it working in a monkey when it all ended.
The Great depression of 2015 closed the lab just days before he could finish the coding of the human version and begin production.

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Klanis arrived at the Cafe around 10, got a coffee and waited. He had waited for about 2 hours just sitting up on the roof before he sensed the presence of another vampire in the shadows, watching him. About 15 minutes later, one of the employee's came up and asked him to leave, so he did. He didn't go to his car, instead he just walked up about 2 blocks sensing both the vampire following him, and the inexperienced cop following on the other side. Surely the other vampire would be so courteous as to oust the cop before confronting him. A block later Klanis heard a muffled noise, and stood still, just looking straight ahead. Klanis waited and let the young vampire grab his bite to eat.
 The young vampire must have figured that it was no use to sneak his way over, so he just walked right across the street. He licked the blood from around his lips sloppily. "You Klanis? or just some fool"
"Who sent you?"
'Excuse me old man, answer the damn question, you Klanis or should I just beat your *** for being such a stupid old man."
"Yes, I'm Klanis, what do you want of me?"
"Rill sent me to watch your back. You have people staking out your house"
"I know. I'm a murder suspect."
"Murder suspect, you? hehe, the irony."
"Yes I know, so why would you come all the way here to tell me something I already know?"
"The pathetic little cops aren't what I am talking about, I doubt they're even armed. I'm talking V-Branch. You have 8, maybe 9 around your house, armed, and prepared to take you down the instant you get there."
"Hmm, they finally caught up with me again. Well it's a bit on an inconvenience, but shouldn't be too bad."
"Huh?"
"Where's Rill?"
"He's at the council chambers I think."
'Ok, I have a Plan, they're going to love this. You, Go get as many friends as you can, I am going to the council building, meet me there when you have at least 12 others."
"Uh, ok, why?"
"We're going to get a little revenge at V-Branch tonight."
"Sweet, see ya in a few then."
The young vampire disappears into the night, and Klanis drives to the Vampire council building. Klanis walk's inside and makes his way to the chamber of creatures.

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One should not speak unless it improves upon the silence.

The half hour since the door had been opened was apparently, normal behavior by everyones standards. Max had been looking all round the computer to make sure it was plugged properly, then turned it on to find an encryption. Max said with some time, most likely an hour or two, she could figure the encryption. Nothing more then figure. Apparently it was easy to apply the same equations to a standard method of locking communications, but this was definitely a much higher scale. Jack had busied himself taking apart the gear on the repair bay. there was some type of bullet, but it was incredibly hot to the touch. Jack donned what safety gear was left, just in case it was actually anti-vampire gear. He seemed to be on the money when he retrieved a pack of the same bullets from the draw with the gloves. Some type of UV bullets, designed specifically to burn a vampire, inside-out. Reese was studying doors in the outside hallway, doing his best to open the ones he could. So far he had opened one, a storeroom full of food. Van told him leave it, knowing from experience that it would do them no . Kyle was just sitting on the table watching the others do whatever they would do. They each had given Van whatever money the had, and in hand it seemed that they had just more then £700 and a small stash of 800 more belonging to Alex.
    "Okay, we may need supplies at some point, and so I'm ruling for here on, no-one will leave the building unless given permission. As standard, the most human-looking of us - which appears to be Alex- will be able to do any transactions, or in most cases, walk during the day. Here, hang on to these." and Van passed the money over
    "Well, I feel important. Any reason we can't leave?"Reese piped up.
    "I don't care what the public thinks, I trust the nut jobs. You can't honestly think the government honestly thought there were no more vampires did you? I swear they have some agency somewhere in London. But we should deal with that when it comes. Until then, we need to find more supplies, hopefully within this building, consolidate our strength with some training and a few more hands, then deal with the head of the vampires.I'm out for vengeance. And you all will want to help, otherwise theres no normal life. Theory is, kill the head vampire, and their plague is lifted. Kill me, and you may turn back. But I'd like to see you try."
    "So your saying that we want to kill the oldest vampire we can find, and we may start turning back?"Jack asked disbelievingly," So when you turn back, we will too? Well, all the more reason to help. Living is one thing, but living and being human is another."
Van took this as conformation, and loaded a web page on the mac. It went into brief training in the art of Mauy Thai. "Start practicing a few of these. I think stealth will serve better then guns. I'm going to see what can be done about 'hired help'...."

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